Fantasy about rape????

Rape?

Like this?

After her massage and spa treatment, she had the place put her back together again. Her nails were painted tangerine. Her hair was fixed into a complicated fall of swirling brunette glory. Tierney made her way back to the cabin and prepared for a fine dinner. Lunch had come and gone while at the spa. Of course, they fed her and gave her champagne while she enjoyed the treatments they gave her. She picked out a red dress for dinner.

She decided that Alex must have planned on meeting her for dinner in the restaurant so she went looking for him at the 7:00 PM sitting.

In the corridor, she suddenly felt a sting. There was a burning sensation right where the sting was, Tierney was falling there was no time to worry though or think at all. While she fell her sight was cut off, dark.

Tierney was disoriented. She didn't know where she was. The room was dark, it smelled of musty disuse and mold. She started to move only to find that she was strapped down on a hard surface. Her body felt numb or she would have noticed her condition sooner. She felt lethargic even as a stab of fear went through her. The red dress was gone she realized. She was nude, bound and gagged. She felt someone nuzzled her ear, then another sting, dimly she heard laughter before she lost consciousness again.

Tierney woke again but her world was black. She opened her eyes and strained to see something, anything, but could see nothing. She could feel the heat of something that could be sun on her body. It took a while to register that she was blindfolded.

"There you go Sir just as you ordered. One stuck up society bitch, Mrs. Tierney Davis, delivered to you intact. None of my guys even tapped the slut as you insisted." The last came out with some resentment.

She heard a door close and the voices move further away. She strained again this time trying to catch the sound of the voice of the man, it was clearly a man. who had "ordered" her like some fast food delivery.

Whatever was on her skin kept raining heat down on her body which she began to realize was nude. There was something in her mouth. She tried to work her lips and tongue around it to figure out what it was. She felt like she had to pee suddenly. She might have peed, she thought to herself but she wasn't wet, so maybe she was wrong. A short time later she began to taste something in her mouth, something salty, wet and warm.

She nearly gagged. That was it, it was a gag in her mouth. Frantically she tried to swallow before she choked on the liquid and died. It was a gag but the liquid was...what? Where did it come from? The gag must be fitted with a tube and the liquid tasted the way she imagined pee might.

She was filled with revulsion. She fought again her reflexive reactions to all this. Tierney's survival instinct flared to life without her really knowing it. She was just acting as much as she could to preserve herself. She was strapped to a metal table still. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. Whoever had her, had fixed her so that she was drinking her own pee. Why?

If only she could see or move. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life. Tierney heard the door open again. Heard the footsteps of a man coming closer. Felt him breathe on her, so close, to her right ear.

"So my little doll we are together again." He whispered. "I promised you more didn't I? You remember our night together, I know you do. This time we can go on and on. Remember how everything felt so good, even things that should have hurt? Remember how you liked the pain? This time will be different. I won't drug you this time. This time it will feel like pain. This time you will be able to struggle more. This time you will bleed more. Ready to begin? Oh, never mind, it's not up to you now is it?" He let out a dry chuckle and ran a cold piece of metal down her body.

She remembered the knife. The cut. The rape. She began to cry silently.

So he wants me to struggle. He likes that. She thought. So I won't struggle. I won't give him that satisfaction.

The knife, she was sure that was what it was, made a cold almost wet feeling trail on her skin. She tightened her body and her resolve.

"I can see you. I can see all of you. You want to struggle don't you? You want to scream. Let yourself go dear. Let yourself go. You want to, more importantly I insist." He crooned in her ear. The knife was flat against her lower lips now, so cold and dangerous. It was a struggle, of a different sort to hold still and not move for Tierney.

He made a sound then. It was a little tisking sort of sound.

"Being all brave and still aren't you. What a good girl. I bet you would struggle if you knew how it felt to be cut. Oh, not like before at your house, my belle, no, really cut. Facial wounds bleed so much, it's quite amazing." He said, moving the knife back up her body.

The cool metal was warming a bit now. Still there was no mistaking that is was metal. Tierney became more and more frightened as he worked the knife up her body. She could feel it ride over her mound. The metal, and the warm, smooth, flesh of his fingers and wrist made for a contrast. He lingered at her belly button. Working the knife around in it, scraping a bit but not piercing.

She shivered, her body felt cold and clammy to her own senses. Again he moved the knife, it seemed to take forever. He was taking a long time. She knew he was trying to break her. The point of the knife made it's way so carefully with just enough pressure to menace. Enough that if she breathed too deeply she would cause it to cut.

Around her right nipple he played it. Never saying a word. Tierney felt that he was just watching her, studying her, waiting for her to make it happen. Her guts clenched and knotted. Now he played the knife on her left nipple, around and around, until she could imagine white lines that started up high on her breasts and spiraled lower and lower. White because she was, just barely keeping herself under control. They could turn red anytime she lost it.

Now he moved the knife to her throat. She was so scared she couldn't even breathe. He lingered running it in the hollow of her throat there. She had to breathe soon. When she did, it would cut her like before. Tierney tried to get ready for that but he moved the knife up her chin. She took that opportunity to breathe while she could.

"Yes, breathing is important." He said. "I find it a lot of fun to work with that, maybe later we'll play with that. I know that would be new for you."

The knife outlined her lips, her nose, around the blindfold. up her cheek bones and over her ears. He moved it up to her forehead and here he without warning cut a line. She broke then, struggling, making the cut deeper feeling warm liquid splash out.

"Good! Oh yes!" He said in what sounded like delight. She peed in fear. Then tasted the results a few seconds later. He laughed. His hand was suddenly at her crotch again. Just his hand, one finger slid inside her.

"Dry." He said. She heard him moving around tried to make out what the noises she could hear meant. She felt her blood continuing to flow. His hand rubbed at her forehead, pain burst, an intense burning pain. What had he done? Put something on her wound? Something that made it burn? She screamed through her gag. She screamed with everything in her.

"Much better." He said. He sounded delighted with himself. It took a while for her to figure out what he was doing after that. When he climbed on the table and put his cock inside her, she wondered but eventually she pieced it together. He was using her blood as his lubricant while he raped her again.
 
RA9T said:
Yep...like that. ;)

Glad you like! How bout this earlier one?

Tierney lay restless on the bed. The sedative was injected into her iv and she couldn't fight sleep any longer. She felt so alone and weak. She hated herself for that. This time her sleep was mercifully dreamless, at least at first. The nurse left.

Later a figure creeps into her room, locking the door then quietly, injecting her iv line. Gagging her while she is still asleep, then blindfolding her, the person in her room has apparently figured this all out in advance. He moves her, ties her up and so that she is wide open.

Tierney is not sure if this is really happening. She doesn't know if she is awake or not. She tries to open her eyes. She can't see anything but blackness even when she thinks they are open.

He pulls her legs apart. She tries to fight but she has little strength. She feels him climb on top of her. Hears him chuckle. She smells nothing identifiable on him but soap. Wildly she wonders who this is? Who would do this? He whispers to her, his breath warms and tickles in her ear.

"That's right baby try to fight. I like it when they fight."

His hand pinches her right nipple...hard. She tries to scream. Only then does she understand he has gagged her. Her mind rebels but her body convulses loving the sensation. Why? Why can my body be like this? She wonders. It should hurt. She tries to fight but he is very strong. She is unable to make her body obey her commands. Again he whispers.

"I know you like it." He says. Then he bites her other nipple while still squeezing the first. She tries to scream again but it's muffled by the gag.

"Good thing this big old mansion was built so well. No one will be able to hear you my dear lady." He whispers derisively.

Little by little he explores her body. Doing just what he wants to. She begins to believe she is in a nightmare. There is no way this could be happening to her, not to Tierney Davis in her own home. She wonders why does she feel so weak and lethargic yet her body also feels everything he does to her stronger than she usually would and likes it.

He reaches down to her mound and slides a finger in. She moans. Again he chuckles. She feels a piece of thin metal on her skin, so cold. In one of those moments of absolute clarity she knows it's a knife and freezes.

"Go ahead fight some more, I want you too." He whispers. He shoves something into her. She knows it's his condom covered cock. He isn't gentle about it at all. He is rough, shoving in all the way.

She hates it. What she hates most of all is that it feels so good. It shouldn't. It should feel bad! She knows it should but her body is betraying her now, loving this horrible thing that is happening. She almost feels like she is about to come but that can't be can it? Not tied up with a knife to her throat. Then she loses it and her body feels like it bursts open. Convulsions take over her body. He drives into her harder.

Tierney tries to scream again but only manages a weak cry. She moves her neck up a little, into his blade. She feels it slice into her skin, the sting of it, even feels good. Then her neck is wet. Oh God, I'm bleeding. She thinks, the hot liquid beads up on her skin. Even that feels good. What the hell is happening to me she wonders.

She feels him withdraw. Tierney is simultaneously relived and longing. Oh no, part of her wants the contact, any contact. Her body has to have it. She lets out a long moan and again it is muffled. No one else will hear it but he does.

She hears a few noises, some latex perhaps snapping and foil crackling? Then he is back on her chucking again. She wants to rip his throat out...and...then... fuck herself with it. Holy Mother of God! She is horrified by her thoughts. Again she wonders what is happening to me?

"You missed me didn't you baby?" He whispers. He lifts her ass up and repositions her putting her pillow under her ass pinching and slapping at it. It feels so good! Tierney is shocked again. Then he fills her ass hole with something. It is small, hard, and plastic feeling. She tries to wiggle to get more of it. He chuckles.

"Don't worry I got something much better for you than just this baby." He whispers. She feels all inside of her tiny hole, something released all up and down, wet and sticky. She moves as much as she can it feels so good. What the hell is it?

He withdraws it from her, whatever it was, and immediately begins to push inside her with his cock. Even with all the goop he just put in her, he is so abrupt, not taking the time to open her up slowly. It should hurt but somehow the sensation she feels is not pain.

Her little black world now explodes in a riotously colorful kaleidoscope of sensations, tumbling against each other and overwhelming her, she falls into a state of constant climaxes. He just keeps on relentlessly fucking her ass until she feels him stiffen and hears him grunt.

"Too bad you are sick baby, I bet you could be a lot more fun if you could fight harder." He whispers and leaves her. She moans. Her body screams for more. She can hear him moving in the room. Using the water in the bathroom. Then he is back and cleaning her up. Whatever he is using smells like medicinal cleaner. Every touch feels so good sending her into bliss still, making her want more. He chuckles.

"Oh I'll be back baby. I know you want more and you will get it. I promise." He whispers and laughs. He makes noises that make her think he is injecting something into her iv line. She panics thinking this is the end, that he might be killing her. A warmth flows from the iv line up into her vein then spreads to the rest of her quickly. She fights the drowsiness but it takes her down anyway.

He watches until he is sure. Unties her carefully, moving everything back into place as it was before. The cut on her neck is tiny, barely noticeable only because of his quick reflexes and iron control. Now that's it's cleaned up he hopes no one will notice it. How he would have loved to see more blood. He smiles thinking maybe next time.

He smooth's her hair on the pillow. She is rag doll limp. He knows nothing can't wake her but still he pinches her clit one last time and is rewarded with a murmur. Smiling to himself he takes off the gag, then the blindfold. Quickly he slips out of her room with his things. Back to his normal place in the house where no one will suspect him. He thinks about Tierney and smiles.

Tierney lays unconscious in her bed again. There are no dreams.

The next morning the Dr. comes to check on Tierney and raises quite a commotion. He demands to speak to Alex. He glares at Tanya. In private he speaks with Alex with much authority and vexation.

"Mr. Davis, I told you she needed substance abuse ward in care last time I was here and I am even more convinced of that now. These things don't just happen because of an accident, one has to DO them! She should be better but somehow she has gotten more drugs! She claims to know nothing just like last time! All she will do is cry. Now what are you going to do about this? I can't have another society woman die under my care! That Bledsoe incident just about pushed my malpractice fees through the roof! If you love her you will get her the care she needs. She is clearly a danger to herself. This is a life or death matter Mr. Davis! Let's do the right thing here!" He says heatedly.
 
how bout how it was done way back

I believe that the majority of people enjoy rape fantasies because it has to do with something that used to be normal but is not anymore.

Back in the neanderthaldays didn't the men club the women over the head and drag em to a cave to procreate?

Am I completely wrong or not?
 
Iris_M said:
I believe that the majority of people enjoy rape fantasies because it has to do with something that used to be normal but is not anymore.

Back in the neanderthaldays didn't the men club the women over the head and drag em to a cave to procreate?

Am I completely wrong or not?
I think you're pretty close to being right. ;)
 
my fantasy.....

I have thought about this quite a bit since posting a couple of weeks ago and just let it go, but since it's popped up again, I'll say this. As I said previously, the fantasies that get me off tend toward violence toward myself or someone else. And I know all about the acting out in the minds eye of "forbidden" sexual desires, but here's what's bugging me. A while ago there was a thread entitled "What do you fantasize about when you masturbate" (or something like that) and one of the answers was: "Him! Only of Him!" And that is pretty much a quote. Could it be true? Fantasizing to orgasm having only thoughts of the one you love, instead of vile disgusting acts perpetrated on myself or another. How sweet! How unencumbered! Had I not known, how could I be jealous, but now I am......
 
You know what? You and I are simply not wired that way so it's time to accept ourselves the way we are.

Could someone get off just thinking sweet and sunny thoughts about the one they loved? Sure if they are wired that way, I would assume so.

Would we like to be able to do that? Sure.

Or better yet, think of nothing at all and just enjoy the sensations, focusing only on them. That is my ultimate.

I'm not made that way. You might not be either. I can live with that.

Frankly I'm not sure it has that much to do with what happened during "cave man" days.

I've already stated why I think we do fantasize about this in this and other threads though.

Fury :rose:
 
Hi Fury...... *waves*

Are you talking to me? (How could I be so egocentric?) Wired. Hmmmmm...... A soldering gun, a little solder and some new wire? OMG, I'm dating myself? A new intergrated curcuit board? A new memory chip? How about if I meditate a lot? I mean a real lot!!! Then could I have nice and sweet romantic sexual fantasies? I don't want to go in there (my mind)!!! It's so dark and scary :eek: :eek: :eek:
 
*waves back*

Hiya!

rwattsIII said:
Are you talking to me? (How could I be so egocentric?) Wired. Hmmmmm...... A soldering gun, a little solder and some new wire? OMG, I'm dating myself? A new intergrated curcuit board? A new memory chip? How about if I meditate a lot? I mean a real lot!!! Then could I have nice and sweet romantic sexual fantasies? I don't want to go in there (my mind)!!! It's so dark and scary :eek: :eek: :eek:

LOL!

Yes, I was talking to you and Iris M a bit.

Good luck with that! If you find anything that works better than provisional self acceptance let me know would ya?

Thanks,

Fury
 
what is it about a rape fantasy that women love ?
Giving up total control? Being taken by a stranger?

you might be suprised at how many men wouldnt mind helping out with a fantasy like this because it would be such a turn on to totally take a woman and feel her slowly submit or give herself to them
 
yes, and......

.....it would be interesting to learn how many men have or would admit to having the same fantasy. We all ready know how few women are interesting in helping them realize that fantasy, however. But, then again that's a probably a topic for an other thread, isn't it?
 
he he.......

FurryFury said:
*waves back*

Hiya!



LOL!

Yes, I was talking to you and Iris M a bit.

Good luck with that! If you find anything that works better than provisional self acceptance let me know would ya?

Thanks,

Fury

I'm wired like Fury. :nana: <--(thinks he's in good company.....)
 
Grifters said:
what is it about a rape fantasy that women love ?
Giving up total control? Being taken by a stranger?

you might be suprised at how many men wouldnt mind helping out with a fantasy like this because it would be such a turn on to totally take a woman and feel her slowly submit or give herself to them

I can only speak for myself.

The fantasy for me is more about raw sex with no personal responsibility. In other words I can still be good and have nasty sex, theoretically.

Giving up control also works for me because I'm in control of everything too damn much. Let someone else do the work for a change. LOL. To me it's a somewhat separate issue, the control one but it does feed into rape fantasy.

There is also an ego component, I think. As in, they/he couldn't help it and had to do this because they find me so attractive/compelling.

Unfortunately that is just a fantasy. Turns out when really raped the woman (me) actually still feels guilty, oh what joy that is. (Sarcasm was intended there.)

So that leaves us with play rape. That's hot because if feels deliciously dirty and wrong. For it to work you have to trust the guy and yourself. That means a big step forward in the acceptance arena, as in, yes, I am a woman who loves good, hot, dirty, and rough sex. Yes, I agree to have it with you. I will fight hard. You pretend to rape me.

Ah, but the fantasy is always purer rape and I will always have that. Viva la fantasy!

Fury :rose:
 
alljimbo1 said:
First time to this thread.

I have always had fantasies about rape. I can relate to each of the posts. On other threads I have posted about things I have done and that have been done to me, particularly by my first wife.

I think for me that the turn on is the humiliation. I don't get into beating the crap out of a woman or with the crap being beaten out of me. Too direct. I like the more subtle and creative stuff, stuff that plays with the victim's mind: to be forced to humiliate yourself in front of someone, particularly someone you hate and not being able to do anything about it.

For example, in one of the stories above a society woman is raped. My fantasy would be along the lines of making her do things she never dreamed of doing, like pissing her pants in front of 5 teenage boys and her tied up son while being videotaped. Then having to dance while singing a song, like "I"m a little teapot", watching her son, whose pants she had to unzip to expose a cock she had not seen since he was 5 or 6, get hard watching. And the feeling the son is having as he knows his mom is seeing his dick get hard, so personal, and it grows to 8 inches, thick as a cucumber. Then having to give her son a blowob (the first in her life and the first in his life), and the sensation she has when she can taste him shooting in her mouth, and that he has while he does it, having never orgasmed (except in wet dreams) before. Then her feeling having to swallow cum, a teenager's cum, so thick, and her son's no less.

Then having to do 5 teenage boys, two of which she used to babysit and change diapers for. The feeling the first time she has to unzip their pants to see what their boy/man dicks look like. And never having had sex with any other man but her husband (except her son) and now being forced to do it with kids.

And when it is all done, how can she tell the police? Does she want a whole courtroom of friends and family to watch the tape at trial? And what about her son - what will he think the rest of his life, like around the Thanksgiving dinner table. And her husband - how big were those boys' dicks and how come they get blowjobs and I don't.

Sick, yes. At least I have always thought so, but these are my fantasies. Sorry if I have bored everyone. I know a lot of this because it has happened to some extent in my life. I hate it while it is happening, at least much of it, but fantasize and get turned on later.

Welcome Alljimbo1,

Any fantasy is okay with me if it remains a fantasy. Some are fine either way.

I am not turned on by thinking about having sex with my son, thank goodness or any kids I diapered.

Being raped or forced by multiple men, sure.

But as long as you don't try to enact the non consenting under age parts of this I have no problem with it.

Now to what extent has it happened in YOUR life? I'd really like a clarification of that, please.

Thanks,

Fury :rose:
 
hey everyone. i just joined yesterday and i've been looking around. i have to say, this is the most interesting thread i've come across so far (go ahead, have fun with that). it's oddly comforting to know that there are a lot more women out there that have the same fantasies. i know i do and my best friend does, but i have never talked to anyone else about it so finding this thread is very refreshing.

in my fantasy i'm asleep in bed. i wake up because i hear something, but the room's pitch black and i can't see my hand in front of my face, let alone what made the noise. i decide it was probably one of the cats running around the house and go back to sleep. suddenly the blank is thrown off me. i try to move my arms and realize they're tied to my bed.

i'm sure u can figure out the rest, right? :devil:
 
southernQT said:
hey everyone. i just joined yesterday and i've been looking around. i have to say, this is the most interesting thread i've come across so far (go ahead, have fun with that). it's oddly comforting to know that there are a lot more women out there that have the same fantasies. i know i do and my best friend does, but i have never talked to anyone else about it so finding this thread is very refreshing.

in my fantasy i'm asleep in bed. i wake up because i hear something, but the room's pitch black and i can't see my hand in front of my face, let alone what made the noise. i decide it was probably one of the cats running around the house and go back to sleep. suddenly the blank is thrown off me. i try to move my arms and realize they're tied to my bed.

i'm sure u can figure out the rest, right? :devil:

Sure we can figure out the general gist of the rest but it would be so much more fun for you and for us if you wrote out a few details. You may find it's incredibly freeing when you do that.

In any case welcome to the thread!

*hugs*

Fury :rose:
 
RA9T said:
I have this fantasy from the other point of view.

The rapist.

I can't even begin to count the times I've masturbated thinking about forcing myself on a woman.

Interesting, do you actually hurt her or just endure her somewhat not serious protests?
 
Hisbabydoll26 said:
Interesting, do you actually hurt her or just endure her somewhat not serious protests?
Depends on that particular evening's fantasy....
Usually just taking it forcefully.

Occasionally hurting her in the process.
 
RA9T said:
Depends on that particular evening's fantasy....
Usually just taking it forcefully.

Occasionally hurting her in the process.

Would love to hear more...
 
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