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Subject: Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy-1 [MMMMMf/bondage/dom] 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.
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                         Part One


     I hope you don't think I'm some kind of a pervert after you
read this. I mean, I consider myself to be more or less a normal
girl. Well... actually, I consider myself to be a little above
average. After all, I've been a straight A student all my life and
am in one of the finest universities in the country on a full
scholarship.
     I've never been the kind to sleep around. But that wasn't
because I didn't want to. It was more because I didn't want to get
a reputation as a slut. I had too much dignity for that.
Unfortunately, along with my dignity comes a much higher than
average sex drive.
     I lost my virginity very early in my teens. I wasn't forced,
or convinced, or drugged or drunk, far from it. I made a conscious
decision, picked out the guy I wanted to deflower me, and set
everything up. 
     Unlike most girls, I didn't lose my cherry in the back seat of
a car under a grunting, groaning idiot. I lost mine in my own
living room in front of a crackling fireplace with a guy who knew
his way around a girl's body.
     Maybe that was why I became so fascinated with every aspect of
sex. Also, the guy was much older than me, and much, much bigger,
which may be where I developed my love of big, muscular men.
     I know a lot of girls don't think much of the big muscular
guys, you know, the ones that really work at it and bulge with
muscles all over. They like smaller, slimmer guys like Mel Gibson.
Not me. I've always had a thing for big guys with lots of muscles
and few brains.
     Of course, being as smart as I am, most guys are dumber than
me, and being as small as I am, most of them are bigger. That's
been mostly enough until lately, but after I entered college and
began studying my major, which is the European dark ages, my
fantasies about big muscled men became stronger and stronger.
     I suppose I should describe myself at this point. My name is
Julie Conners. I'm just over five foot two and weigh about ninety
five pounds. I have a really nice body, with a really nice tight
little ass and big round breasts that despite their size(38DD),
don't sag an inch.
     I have a sweet little heart shaped face with a small upturned
snub nose and big blue eyes. My hair is a bright golden blonde and
I keep it straight, and shoulder length. I part it on the right and
sort of toss it back across my forehead just above my eyes.
     Now don't get me wrong. I like my body. It's attractive, fit,
and healthy. I kind of like the attention I get most of the time,
especially when I'm on the beach in my bikini.
     But I'm no dumb bimbo. I have a hundred and seventy IQ, I can
read, speak and write four languages and know more about the world,
its geography, history and politics, then ninety percent of the
population.
     Unfortunately, with my looks, very few people who don't know
me well treat me with much respect, just because of the way I look.
Because of that I've learned to be aggressive when I want
something.
     Anyway, I thought, fantasised, and dreamed about being a kind
of slave girl to some big monstrous barbarians, you know, the Conan
types, for a long time. In my fantasies I gave up the aggression in
favour of a meek, servile sex slave who was used and abused by
these big horny men...
                  ************************
     The thick stone echoed with the screams and clashing steel of
many swordsmen as the barbarians ran through the castle. I
flattened myself against the wall, then hurried further along,
heading for my father, the King's secret tunnel escape.
     Then there was a scuffle and I sensed movement behind me.
Something caught my long hair and yanked violently. I screamed,
dragged backwards by a huge, laughing man. He was bulging with
muscles, his face a twisted ugly mask of hate and lust, a dark,
nasty scar running across it.
     He whirled me around by the hair and then threw me through a
doorway into a chamber. It was one of the sitting rooms and I fell
against a gilt edged table, only to be grabbed and thrown across a
big chest. 
     The hard wood slammed into the back of my thighs as he came at
me, his huge, ugly body clad only in furs and shaggy boots, his
hair, longer than mine, falling in a dirty tangle around his
unshaven face.
     He grabbed my gown and ripped it apart, tearing it like thing
paper, and leaving me clad in shreds and my thin shift. then he
grabbed the shift, tearing it down the front, baring my soft young
body to his lewd and carnal gaze.
     I screamed again, beating at him with my small fists, but he
merely howled in laughter, slapping my face so hard he knocked me
back onto the chest. He gripped my thin legs and ripped them open,
jerking my buttocks to the edge of the chest.
     He opened his codpiece and took out his manhood, swollen with
lust, dark angry red with purplish lines and veins. I gazed at it
in horror as he brought it towards the softly curled hair
surrounding my tight thin cleft.
     He pushed the knobby head against me and thrust forward,
slapping my face again as I sought to rise. I cried out again,
falling flat atop the chest, sobbing with fear and pain and
outrage. His organ thrust forward again, one of his hands holding
it like a weapon as he ground it into me, forcing it slowly into my
virginal body.
     I wept with pain and misery as his prong forced open my
womanhood and twisted forward. He grabbed me about the waist then,
jerking my light slender body towards him as he lunged forward with
his hips. His hard lance drove into me, driving deep into my belly.
     I cried out, my crotch screaming in pain as it was so harshly,
so cruelly wounded. I expected to see blood pouring from my
opening, but there was none. He guffawed, then threw his hips
forward again, and I felt his hard, throbbing weapon thrust further
into my body.
     I gasped as I felt the end of the monstrous thing far up
inside me. My eyes opened in wonderment as my hands flattened on my
belly, seeking to feel the terrible thing inside me, but I could
not, not with my hands, yet it was there, and I could feel it
inside me, pulsing with life, hard against my soft inner organs.
     He drew it back, then thrust forward again. His mighty tool
impaling me, slamming deep into the very bottom of my love chamber.
I could feel it grinding against that inner part of me that marked
the center of my being, and groaned from the pain and horror.
     The cruel, savage man continued to laugh as he assaulted my
defenceless body. His hands mauled my breasts, squeezing and
tearing a them, his large bony fingers digging deep furrows in the
malleable flesh. He buried his face in my throat, biting and
sucking and licking like a maddened beast.
     His loins drew back, then thrust forward again, tearing his
sword about in my belly, thrusting it back and forth as he pulled
and jerked on my hair and forced my face up against his. His lips
came down on mine, no matter how I sought to avoid their contact.
     Then they were locked tightly against my own soft, sweet lips,
pressing hard, bringing new pain to my tormented body. My eyes
opened in revulsion as I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I
would have bit it but was afraid he would murder me at once.
     I fought down nausea as he began to rut into me like a
maddened thing. His hips rutted in and out, plunging his terrible
back and forth in my sore, agonized chamber. I groaned and
whimpered as he used me, his member pummelling me as he grunted and
cursed.
     Then he groaned and his eyes closed briefly as he held himself
still inside me. I felt a kind of seeping wetness deep inside my
guts and new that his seed had gushed forth into my belly. I sobbed
in misery and disgrace, my chest heaving as I wept.
     He laughed again, tearing his softening thing from my crotch
and shoving it back inside his breeches. He grabbed my silken hair
and dragged me off the chest, shoving me in front of him, then
pausing long enough to rip the fragments of my gown and shift from
off my wounded body, leaving me clad in nothing but my skin.
     Then he tightly bound my wrists behind me with leather bonds
and shoved me forward into the hallway. I moved hopelessly along,
my head bowed as he prodded at me with his dagger. He brought me
down into the throne room, where my father had once, but no longer,
ruled.
     His barbarian comrades were all about, laughing, screaming and
dancing, tearing at hunks of meat with their teeth as they abused
the younger noblewomen and serving girl. 
     Naked, I was led into the room and thrown to my knees before
the pirate lord who led this horde of savages. His eyes gleamed as
he gazed down at me. 
     My flesh crawled, already dark red and hot with humiliation at
being so crudely stripped and used, then displayed to the gathered
throng. The leader stood up, standing before me. He said something
in his barbarian tongue but I did not understand it.
     Then the man behind me gripped my hair, savagely forcing my
head up and back. The leader fondled my breasts, a smirk of cruelty
on his face, then he drew out his manhood from his breeches to much
laughter from his men.
     As the man behind held my hair, the organ was placed against
my lips. At first, I did not know what he wanted or intended, but
his thumbs forced my jaws apart and then his organ actually pushed
into my mouth! At the same time a razor sharp dagger was placed
against my throat, leaving me with no confusion about what would
happen to me should I do harm to him.
     He began to slid the thing in and out of my mouth, snarling at
me in his awful language. One of the men looked over his shoulder
and made strange looking faces, his cheeks puckered, mouth round as
he pretended to suckle on something.
     He pointed to his lips and I got the idea, reinforced by
several angry blows to the head. I closed my lips tightly around
the lord's member, suckling on it as a babe would on its mother's
teat. He grunted in satisfaction, slowly moving the instrument in
and out of my mouth as tears of mortified misery slid down my
cheeks.
     Abruptly, he pulled his instrument loose. I was whirled
around, my face forced down against the cold stone. He knelt behind
me and then thrust forward, his manhood driving deep into my
exposed loins. There was a cheer from his men and a round of deep
laughter.
     He began to use me then, riding me like a bitch dog as the
onlookers cheered. I felt a terrible numbness at such utter
depravity, and yet... something... somehow... inside me there was
pleasure, not a pleasure of the mind by any means for I was in
deepest misery, but my body felt a strange, unfamiliar tingling
that was far from unpleasant.
     The tingling grew and grew, a buzzing vibrating thing that
seeped outward from my womanhood. His organ continued to churn
inside my belly as he rutted into me with careless brutality. And
something inside me, down between my legs, responded to it,
responded not like a lady, like a Princess, but like a raw, wanton
animal.
     I moaned in denial, trying to fight it back, but it was no
use. It grew, its heat engulfing me, flooding through my body,
sending wave after wave of numbing, terrible bliss and joy through
my trembling frame.
     I grunted in mindless happiness, my own loins unconsciously
jerking back against him, my love chamber seeking more and more of
his pummelling, punishing organ. I moaned in pleasure, my body
trembling and shaking. A hand in my hair dragged my face off the
stone, pulled my body upright as he humped into me.
     Exclamations from the watchers showed they recognized my
pleasure, yet I could do nothing, could not help myself, could not
even think of anything save the craven satisfaction of my own
burning lust. He pulled harder on my hair, bowing my body back as
he drove himself into me harder and faster.
     Then there was a blinding light and I screamed aloud, my body
racked by convulsions as my belly exploded with maddened pleasure.
I felt his seed spraying up inside me, and rather than disgust,
felt a kind of gladness.
     Then I was shoved forward onto the stone, laying there for
only seconds before being seized by the gathered barbarians. I was
flung on a table and another barbarian stepped between my legs,
then thrust into me. Again and again my body was used, all through
the night and into the next day. I lost count of the men who had
used me and the times I had cried out my happiness.
     In the morning I would walk in chains, naked among the other
slave girls as I was marched southwards towards the waiting ships,
to be taken over the seas and sold as a sex slave. Instead of
terror, an odd kind of freedom sang in my breast. Then I cried out
as yet another massive eruption of ecstasy flared within me.
                **************************
     I'm sure other girls have the same sorts of fantasies, though
maybe they don't dwell on them like I do. I had a real hard time
with mine as well because of how, well, how crude and degrading
they were. 
     Hell, I'm a feminist and I know I could do anything a man
does. If any man dared treat me anything like they way they did in
my fantasies I'd be furious. I don't even tolerate it when they're
condescending. So you can imagine how guilty and stupid I felt
after these dumb fantasies. 
     How it was that these awful fantasies about being abused and
molested and raped aroused me so much was beyond my understanding.
I tried to resist them, really. But they began to assume more and
more power as I studied the history texts and read all about that
period. 
     Not long into the term, I mailed away for, and received,
handcuffs, leather bondage equipment and a big dildo.
     I would chain my legs to the bottom legs of my bed, slowly
stuff the dildo into my cunt, and then manage to chain my hands to
the upper corners tightly enough that I could pull hard and not
come loose, but in a way that I could twist my hand around an get
free when I wanted.
     Sometimes I would lie there, my eyes closed, my arms and legs
constantly pulling at the bonds holding them, my cunt squeezing and
clasping down on the dildo inside it. I would often arch my back,
and raise my ass upward so I could bring my cunt down against the
bed and force the dildo back into me after it had half slipped out.

     This gave me a fantastic cum, but it was unsatisfying, because
it was, after all, only fantasy, and also the movement of the dildo
inside me was very uneven and tentative, governed by how fast it
slipped out from my cunt.
     Oh, sometimes I only chained one hand, and that allowed me to
fuck the dildo in and out. But that sacrificed realism.
     I invented a better way, eventually, though I berated myself
as a pervert almost every day. There was a floor to ceiling post in
the middle of my room and I found a way to screw the base of the
dildo into the side of the post.
     With the dildo sticking out horizontally, I would kneel before
it, my wrists tied behind me and then back into the dildo, letting
it slide fully into my cunt. With my legs on either side of the
post and my shoulders and head pressed against the floor, I would
slowly grind and hump back against the dildo.
                 ***************************
     Bright sun shone down as the barbarian mounted me, driving his
steely pole into me from behind. My wrists tightly bound, I could
do nothing as he rutted into my torn virginal opening. Again and
again his member thrust into my body, and I grunted as the pain and
heat rose simultaneously within me.
     I felt the slap of his hard body against my buttocks as he
grunted from behind me. My tightly bound hands twisted and pulled
at the tight rope binding them and tears of humiliation coursed
down my cheeks. Never had any man dared so misuse me.
     Yet despite my horror and degradation, I felt my woman's body
respond, as it inevitably must, felt myself drawn into arousal by
the force of his rutting and the fiercely plunging organ within my
tight sheath. There was nothing I could do of course, for my body
responded quite naturally to the lewd sexual poling he was giving
me.
     I felt the heat burning within my loins as his manhood moved
inside me, felt his hands roving over my body, pawing and
squeezing, then holding my hips as he drove himself even harder
into me. I came then, crying out in helpless ecstasy as the burning
heat flared throughout my body.
     My head ground into the dirt as it twisted and jerked in a mad
paroxysm of sexual pleasure. My body shivered and trembled, and my
loins drove backward to meet his hot blooded thrusting, then I felt
his man's seed spew down the length of his tube and gush into my
belly.
                *************************
     There was nobody I could talk to about these, well...
disgusting erotic fantasies. My friends simply wouldn't understand,
they'd think me insane, certainly they would not sympathise. So I
bore them alone and in silence, fighting them during the day and
giving in during the night.
     One day, the idea came to me about how I might be able to
fulfil my fantasies. It wasn't intentional, coming quite by
accident.
     It was late at night in my dorm room. I had been up all
evening studying and had just finished at about three in the
morning. My three roommates were all asleep long since, and I was
tired as hell. I remember I was wearing a pink jumpsuit and t-
shirt. 
     Tired as I was, I wasn't about to go to bed without a shower.
It had been a really hot day and though the dorm was air-
conditioned, I'd played tennis earlier and hadn't showered yet.
     So I stripped, put on my robe, grabbed my towel, along with my
little bag of toiletries, and made my way down the dimly lit
corridor to the common showers we use in the dorm. 
     We're very into feminism, equality, and all that kind of stuff
here, and so the bathrooms are co-ed. Now, that's not as bad as you
might think. There are toilet stalls for privacy, and going past
them you come to the showers.
     The showers are four little shower stalls, each about two feet
by two feet square, You go in, close the door, lock it of course,
then strip. There's a little counter to put your stuff and a hook
to hang your clothes out of the way of the shower head's stream of
water.
     Anyway, I pushed my way into the empty bathroom, went past the
stalls and down to the showers and got into one. I closed the door
and locked it, then opened my robe, putting it up on the hook. It
was then that I remembered that it was three in the morning and the
water would come out ice cold.
     I grumbled at my own dopiness, pulled on my robe again and
stepped out of the stall. I leaned in and turned on the water,
letting it run until it was really hot. Then I turned the stream to
the opposite wall, stepped in and closed the door again, putting my
robe back on the hook.
     I turned the showerhead back to me and let the hot water soak
me really good. When I was dripping wet, I pulled the lever that
shut off the water and soaped up.  Now I don't know about you, but
when my body is really tired it sometimes gets really horny too. As
I stood there, my body completely slick with white soap, sliding my
hands up and down my firm, smooth body, my mind flicked to my
standard fantasy.
     I kind of leaned back against one of the corners of the stall,
sliding my hands up and down my body, cupping and caressing my fat
breasts, and sliding my fingers back and forth between my oily
pussy lips. 
                 **************************
     I was running through a village under attack by big, muscular
savages with their long steely swords. One of them caught me,
dragging me up across his horse as he howled with triumph and raced
out of the village.
     There were a lot of them, and I wasn't their only prisoner,
but I mostly kept the rest in the background, most of my
concentration on my own captor. He was huge, almost seven feet
tall, probably three hundred pounds of solid bulging muscles. He
had a granite jaw, long gorgeous blonde hair, and piercing blue
eyes.
     He threw me to the ground and stripped off my long gown, then
with a grin of mastery, he forced my legs apart and entered me. He
was huge of course, his cock tremendously long and thick and it
slid into me like a log, thrusting deep, spreading me wide open.
     My legs were held wide apart as his huge, powerful body
covered me. He grabbed my hair, twisting my head up as his lips
crushed mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth, whipping and
wriggling around as he sucked and mashed his lips tightly against
me.
     Down between my legs, his hard throbbing cock thrust deep into
my belly and my cry of pain was swallowed up by his hungry mouth.
I slapped at him but he easily held my hands away, forcing them up
above my head as he began to work his massive organ in and out of
my virgin pussy.
     All around us were screams as other village girls were rudely
raped, but my concentration was on my cunt, where his fat prong was
rutting back and forth with such force my body was being jerked and
mashed against the sweet yellow grass beneath me.
     His hard, muscular hips hammered down against my soft, tender
thighs as he drove his spear down into my belly. He pounded into me
with hard, even savage strokes, his cock thrusting with long even
movements, sliding back and forth inside my belly.
     His hard body crushed down on top of me, flattening my fat
breasts, rasping against my soft skin as he rutted against me. His
hands worked under me, sliding beneath my ass cheeks and he started
jerking my ass upward to meet his brutal downward thrusts.
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     As the fantasy played before my closed eyes, my fingers worked
harder in my soapy cunt. I had three fingers thrusting rapidly in
and out of my cunny, grinding over my clitty with each stroke. My
other hand mashed and squeezed my breasts as I moaned and grunted
in pleasure.
              **********************************
     The big barbarian pulled out of me, turning me over and
forcing me onto my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and thrust
deep into my cunt with a single stroke, his cock knob slapping
against my cervix with painful force.
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     In the real world I never fucked doggie style, considering it
far too degrading. I'd seen porno movies of girls getting it like
that and it was always so clear who was the boss. How could a guy
respect a woman as his equal when he's had her on all fours, her
asshole winking up at him as he thrusts into her?
     In my fantasy though, my degradation was merely a sign of his
power over me and my impotence. 
               **********************************
     I knelt like a dog a he mounted me and pounded his cock into
my velvety pink cunt box. Men stood around watching as he used me,
his hands firmly around my hips or waist as he drove his staff into
me with hard, measured thrusts.
               ***********************************
     In the shower stall, I turned around, pressing my face into
the corner. I was incredibly high, my mind buzzing with lust, my
body throbbing and pounding with desire. I panted and groaned
helplessly, my vision blurring whenever I opened my eyes.
     I was hotter than I'd been for ages, my body pulsing with
sexual heat. I bent over, sliding downward onto the floor of the
stall, consciously or unconsciously positioning myself in real life
as I was in my fantasy. I knelt on the floor, my shoulders pressed
to the floor as I mauled my breasts with my right hand and fingered
my clitty and fucked my cunt with my left.
     I was trembling with erotic desire, my knees sliding on the
floor, my face lowering so my cheek was against the tile. My left
arm was down between my legs, three fingers pumping in and out of
my fuck pit as I spread my legs and raised my ass into the air.
     Other images flew through my mind, including one of my
favourites, where my hands are bound behind me and I'm being pulled
along behind a barbarian on his horse, a rope around my neck as I
trudge along a few feet behind him.
     I whimpered and mewled as my body was overloaded with sexual
heat. I felt my orgasm approaching as I pounded my fingers into my
box. My eyes were clenched tightly closed as I panted for breath.
The sound of my own breathing and my own heartbeat loud in my ears.
     Now, the thing was, when I'd gone out of the stall to start
the water up and then come back in, I'd forgotten to lock the door.
Maybe it was because I was tired and it was three in the AM, who
knows. But the door wasn't locked, and that was to be my undoing.

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Subject: Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy-2 [MMMMMf/bondage/dom] 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG

          ********************************************
            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
          ********************************************

This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.

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

                            Part Two


     I was probably making a lot of noise there on the floor, noise
that was easily heard by the guy who came into the room to use the
toilet. If I hadn't been so distracted I'd surely have heard him,
but as it was, I couldn't have seen or heard anything.
     I was rising higher and higher, climbing upward into a huge
orgasm, my body shivering and jerking under the hard pulsing
onslaught of sexual passion. 
     He probably pulled at the door a little, then peeked inside
for a few seconds, not wanting whoever was inside to scream and
call him a peeping tom. His eyes probably widened at once when he
looked down to see my soapy ass cheeks pointing up at him, my
fingers thrusting in and out of the cunt slit just beneath them.
     The first I knew of him was a kind of massive presence over
me. I opened my eyes and turned slightly, my bleary eyes catching
sight of a really big body, a guy obviously, his chest bare and
covered with muscles. At first I thought it might be part of my
dream, but it wasn't and that became obvious really fast.
     I felt his hands around my thin waist, his fingers almost
completely encircling my slender body as he jerked me back and
knelt behind me. I felt his hips, his abdomen against my ass
cheeks, felt his big hard fingers digging into my flesh, and knew
he was no dream.
     I groaned a protest, a half-hearted, confused bleating. He
ignored it, putting his hard erect cock against my oily cunt. I
felt it with my fingers, which were embedded in my furnace of a
cunt.
     He pulled them out, then rubbed his cock head up and down my
half open slit a couple of times. Then he pushed into me, sliding
his head inside, then thrusting hard. I remember crying out in
shock at the sudden, deep penetration. 
     His cock was nothing like my fingers and he forced my cunt box
wide as he drove his prong into my belly. I was in a state of
shock, totally stunned by this and still bleary and dazed from my
hot sexual torpor. I felt his cock push deep into my body and his
body, his hips press against my ass cheeks.
     For a second I was balanced between my rapidly building fear
and mortification, and the sudden flaring rise in heat between my
legs. Then the heat won, I flashed into a humongous orgasmic
explosion as this guy, who I still hadn't even seen, pounded his
cock into me.
     He was half kneeling over me, thrusting hard and fast as his
hands pawed and fondled my body. He slid them beneath my chest and
cupped my hanging, swinging breasts, mashing and kneading them as
he grunted and drove his prong into me.
     All I could do was mewl and whine and whimper, my body
snapping and convulsing with ectatic delight, my nerve endings
crackling with electricity, my cunt blasting a hot steamy wave of
pleasure that washed away my thinking processes and left me a
grunting, mindless animal.
     I wallowed in a raw, carnal, sexual pit of brutish,
animalistic rutting. I pounded my ass back against him as he drove
into me, grunting as he did, drool sliding out through my slack
jawed mouth.
     My face was pressed into the corner, against the floor. I
didn't even see the man using my body, rutting into me. He was just
a huge shadowy presence, a hard maleness above and behind me, his
body touching, rubbing, squeezing mine as his organ slid back and
forth inside my gut.
     I clenched my teeth as he hammered into me, my orgasm slowly
receding but not taking the hot sexual need with it. He continued
to thrust into me, his hips slapping loudly against my wet soapy
ass cheeks as he mauled my tender breasts.
     I felt myself flying upward again into another orgasm, my body
trembling and shaking, my head bobbing and shaking like a horse, my
ass humping back against him as my cunt burned with desire. Then I
exploded again, my body screaming through a massive orgasmic climax
that blew out all my candles, turning me from an intelligent,
sophisticated young woman into a howling, grunting bitch dog.
     Somewhere in the middle of that terrible, wonderful orgasm, he
came too, his cum gushing down into my fuck pit as he groaned in
pleasure. His rutting slowed, his cock moving slower and slower
inside my lower belly, then I heard him gasp tiredly as he pushed
away and stood up.
     He backed away and closed the door and I never did find out
who he'd been. I never heard any gossip about myself, so he
probably hadn't gotten much of a look at my face either, and with
my hair wet and slicked back he probably didn't know who I was.
     Whoever he was, he'd given me the idea, made me realize that
the barbarians of my fantasies could be real, could be rawly,
physically present in the real world. Reality, that one time had
come so close to my fantasy that I knew that I could recreate it
with a little effort.
     The world was filled with big, muscular, clumsy, stupid men,
men with little more sophistication than the brutish hulks that
populated my fantasies. I would find them, carefully set things up
as I had my own sexual initiation so long ago, and then enjoy my
fantasy come to life.

     I started out deciding that the men I needed to bring my
fantasy to life were not to be found at the college. Even the
ignorant football jocks were too smart for the kind of beast I was
looking for. No. I had to look elsewhere, outside the confines of
academic life for the brutes I wanted.
     I started checking out gyms, looking for the places the body
builders hung out. I wasn't looking for a guy that was merely well
built. I wanted one of those monsters with the huge, hard, rippling
muscles - hopefully with a small brain to go along with them.
     There also had to be a certain presence to them, a kind of
meanness or cruelty to fulfil the danger part of my fantasy. I
didn't want to get hurt, mind you. I wasn't looking for a sadist.
I wanted someone fairly safe, but with a hint of nastiness so he
would take advantage of me like my dream barbarians.
     I wasted a lot of time at first going to fitness centers and
the gyms that catered to the more upscale clientele such as myself.
Then I realized my error and searched out the trashier joints, and
that was where I found Al. 
     Al was a massive, monstrous looking man. He stood well over
six feet tall, his body rippling, bulging with muscles from head to
toes. He wasn't handsome at all, his face blunt and kind of brutish
looking, showing little sign of intelligence. 
     He didn't have the flowing blonde hair of my fantasies,
instead he was completely bald. He had little pig eyes and moved
awkwardly, as though his body spent too much time lifting and
stretching and pulling and not nearly enough walking, upright
anyway.
     Still, he wasn't bad looking really. He was fairly young,
probably in his late twenties. The baldness was shaved not
congenital. Maybe he thought it made him look sexy. Who knows? 
     Anyway, I spent some time studying him before deciding for
sure. His interaction with other people was made up of gruff grunts
and scowls, not the friendly sort at all. I liked that. Also, the
way his eyes flicked to me every now and then when he thought I
wasn't looking, indicated he was far from being a fag.
     I was wearing a skintight little stretch leotard with no ass,
and I bent over a lot in his direction. I finished up, and went out
to my car, waiting and observing the door for him to show his face.
About half an hour later, he popped out, headed for a beat up old
Ford clunker. 
     As I said earlier, I'm a straightforward, no nonsense person
most of the time, but still, approaching men about something like
this wasn't easy, even though they were complete strangers and thus
couldn't do harm to my reputation. The first guy I'd approached had
been very difficult, but the second was much easier, and now I was
quite bold.
     I pulled up in front of his car and waved at him. He looked
surprised, then got a crafty look, if you could call it that, on
his big flat face. He came sauntering over, bending awkwardly by
the side of my car.
     "Hey there, baby cakes." he leered.
     "Hi, yourself."
     "Saw ya' inside. You got a cute bod' there."
     "You too. Wanna come and see more of it?"
His eyes sort of lit up and he looked around, maybe to see if he
was being set up.
     "Sure, babe. When and where?"
     "Get in." I said, nodding my head at the passenger door. He
laughed and went around, jumping inside. The car rocked under his
weight. I was wearing jeans, a checked blue shirt and a jacket, but
from the way he was looking at me you would have thought I was
naked.
     I stepped on the gas and drove out onto the street, turning
down Grover street towards the cheap motel I'd passed on the drive
in.
     "Where we goin' baby?"
     "A motel." I said. He chuckled happily.
     Screwing a guy in a motel, even a sleazebag motel, was far
from my fantasy, but I wasn't going to go to all the trouble of
arranging things, including time off from my studies, only to wind
up with a lemon who couldn't fuck his way out of a paper bag. 
     If he was merely crude and untutored, well that was fine. That
was kind of what I was looking for . What I didn't want was some
dorky muscleman with a teeny weeny who would cum ten seconds after
he'd gotten it inside me. I wanted a guy with staying power.
     He wasn't my first audition, as I said, four others I'd
selected had turned out to be duds. One was a fag, the other two,
really speed artists in bed. The fourth was the worst, he was the
sensitive type, the last thing I wanted.
     Anyway, me and Al got to the motel. He went in and got us a
room for a couple of hours, and then I drove around and parked by
the door. 
     As soon as the door was closed behind us he was all over me,
rough and crude and forceful, with more than a smidgen of cruelness
thrown in. 
     I was in front of him, walking towards the big double bed,
about to launch into my explanation of what I wanted from him. He
wasn't about to wait for anything though. His big arms wrapped
around me, hauling me suddenly back against his brick like body.
     His hands slid up and cupped my breasts, squeezing hard as his
groin pushed against me. He whirled me around, grabbing my thick
hair, twisting my head up and back as his lips came down on mine.
It was far from a gentle kiss. He crushed his face against mine,
his lips bruising as they savagely mashed and crushed my own.
     He growled in lust, his tongue shoving far into my mouth as he
seized my breast in his free hand and mauled it, squeezing,
twisting and mashing the sensitive mammary. 
     His hand jerked off it only to dive down between my legs,
squeezing my pussy through my jeans. He squeezed several times as
he sort of frog walked me back to the bed. Then the hand squeezing
my cunt lifted me into the air and hurled me onto my back on the
bed.
     He crouched on the edge of the bed, his long arms reaching
out, hands grabbing at my pants. He jerked them open and ripped
them down my legs, tossing them in a corner. I was naked underneath
and he stared hungrily at my bared crotch.
     He crawled forward as I pulled my jacket open and quickly
unbuttoned my shirt. His weight crushed me as he simply dropped
atop my slender body. I grunted in pain a he pressed down heavily
atop me. His hands grabbing at my hair again, fondling and clawing
at my breasts, my cunt, my ass cheeks.
     He was eager and in no mood to be restrained or slowed. He
didn't speak and didn't ask permission for anything. He jerked my
legs open, tugged his pants down to his knees and pressed his cock
against my gash.
     It was all so fast I hadn't had a chance to say a word. He
grunted as he lunged forward and jammed his cockhead against my
fuck opening. I gasped as he pierced me, driving several inches of
hot, fuck spike into my crotch hole.
     I couldn't see his cock to measure its size, but from the
feel, it was a good sized one. He mashed his lips against mine
again as he grunted and jerked his hips up and down. His cock tool
jammed and twisted in my fuck opening, jerking back and forth,
thrusting deeper with each passing second.
     I grabbed at his t-shirt, tugging it upward so I could feel
and see his hard muscled body directly against my own skin. His
flesh was warm and soft, though the muscles pressed hard against it
and me. 
     He threw his hips forward and I cried out in shock as his cock
drove deep into my belly. He was big all right, real big. I could
feel his cock head way up inside me, mashing against my cervix, and
my elastic cunt walls were forced wide apart by his throbbing
member.
     He continued to growl and grunt like an animal as he began
rocking up and down on the bed, his hips grinding into me as his
prick pumped inside my lower belly. I bent my legs, bringing them
back and then trying to raise them up and put them around him.
     I couldn't, his hands grabbed them behind the knees, shoving
them back and apart as he began to really pound into me. He sort of
propped himself up with his hands and began to thrust rapidly,
swinging his ass up and down and driving his cock up and down my
fuck channel with brutal strokes.
     His big hands were like steel as they completely encircled my
legs and forced my knees back to either side of my body. My cunt
was exposed and helpless as he pistoned in and out of me. My fuck
channel clutched tightly around his fat tool as it ripped in and
out, and my cunt walls ached with the speed and force of the
movements.
     I could hardly catch my breath: I was really getting a
reaming. Me cunt stung, his cock sawing back and forth so fast my
flesh was burning from the tight rasping of his skin on mine. My
thighs were being hammered by his muscled hips as he panted and
grunted and growled passionately.
     His cock was stabbing into me again and again and all I could
do was groan and whimper piteously. My hands pressed flat against
his chest, caressing his hard male body, fingers probing, squeezing
at his muscular pectoral muscles.
     He shifted his grip from my knees up to my ankles, shoving
them far back so they pressed against the sides of my head. He
grinned evilly down at me as I groaned in pain, my thigh muscles
and tendons aching from the stretching they were getting.
     His body pummelled me, slamming down again and again, smashing
against my folded up, squashed, crushed body, hammering especially
hard against my buttocks as he drove his cock into me with furious
thrusts.
     The ferocity of the sexual attack roused my own lust. I was
getting so cruelly fucked... FUCKED! I mean, I'd been screwed
before, that guy in the shower stall had been less than gentle, but
now I was really getting FUCKED. This guy, Al, was skewering me but
good, his cock plunging up and down my cunt box like he was
churning butter on high speed.
     On top of the pounding my pussy was taking my body was being
squashed, mashed, squished and hammered, my breath coming in
strangled gasps and pants as my body was brutalized. Shoving down
on my ankles made my ass push upward into the air, and each time
his hips slammed into it my ass would be driven back deep into the
mattress, only to bounce back upward to meet his next furious
thrust.
     I groaned and mewled, my mind frantically trying to cope with
the overload of sensations, fears and pleasures racing through it.
Then he gave a load grunt, and if anything, speeded up. Since my
total concentration was on my cunt pit, I couldn't miss the deluge
of wet liquid sperm that jetted down into my belly as he came. His
hips beat a rapid tattoo on my ass cheeks as he came inside me.
     He didn't stop, though he slowed down a little after his cum
juice had bubbled down into me. His cock hardly seemed to soften at
all, continuing to batter away at my poor twat. In a way I was
glad, but in another way I felt an shadowy fear and a
disappointment as the beating continued.
     My cunt was now burning with lust, but I was being so utterly
pounded that my overwhelmed, blasted mind just wanted it to end.
But it didn't. He continued to hammer down into me, his cock
slicing back and forth between my taut cunt lips as he drove his
cockhead deep into my body with each stroke.
     I groaned, my eyes kind of unfocusing, rolling back in my head
as a state of erotic bliss became to take over my body. I know
longer cared about the pain and discomfort, no longer cared about
anything. I was in the ecstatic runup to orgasm, where nothing
counted but the continued pleasure.
     The pleasure, the burning, grew higher and hotter, my cunt
sizzling and sparkling with desire, lust and passion. Then I came.
Boy, did I cum! It was a terrific, mind blowing climax that made me
shake and tremble like a leaf in a storm. And that was what I felt
like too, a tiny leaf being battered and bruised by this giant of
a man.
     I grunted repeatedly, my mouth slack, my head back. My hands
pawed weakly at his chest as his thick cock pounded into me. The
mattress made my body bounce furiously, hurling my ass up only to
be hammered back by his downward thrusts.
     His fuck tool was spearing deep into me, stabbing savagely
into my crotch opening, the head slapping, thumping against the pit
of my fuck box again and again. My mind faded out under the
tremendous onslaught of orgasmic pleasure, unable to think, unable
to react or cope. The only thing that was on my mind was the gut
wrenching pleasure, and the desperate, nearly crazed desire that it
continue as long as possible.
     It was a deep, prolonged orgasm, but finally it started to
drop me back down. As I started regaining control of my senses
again I felt Al's cock spit out more cum, felt it gushing and
sluicing down into my belly as his hips pounded into my soft, now
well bruised ass cheeks.
     The second cum seemed to take the heat out of him. He leg go
of my ankles, allowing my legs to rise a little ways anyway. Then
his hands slid down to squeeze my chest from the sides, hauling me
upwards as he fell back to sit on his heels.
     I came down firmly straddling him, my cunt impaled on his
still hard prick. I was so weak from the breathtaking cum that I
was trembling as he pulled my body up against his. His hands cupped
my ass cheeks, grinding my crotch down onto him as my head weakly
lay against his shoulder.
     He ground himself up and down inside my belly for long seconds
before one of his hands abandoned its squeezing, kneading grip on
my ass and moved up to grab my thick hair. He jerked my head back
hard, forcing me to arch backwards with a little sob of pain.
     Then his lips closed around my left nipple and he sucked hard,
his teeth chewing not very gently as his breath sought to inhale my
nipple and a big chunk of white tit meat with it. 
     My hands weakly slipped around his shoulders, trying for some
kind of balance, of leverage. Then his hands mashed down on my ass
cheeks again, crushing my loins against him as his cock slid even
deeper inside my belly. He bit down on the nape of my neck, sucking
hard as his hands mashed my buttocks and ground me against him.
     I felt a finger probing hard at my little round anal opening
and mewled a protest, trying with renewed strength to pull back and
gain some control over the situation. My mind was fluttering and
dazed, but I could still sense, still feel his finger slowly trying
to wriggle into my asshole, and that was one thing I didn't want.
     No way was I going to let this guy fuck me in the behind. I'd
heard of it, of course, but as hard as my fantasies were sometimes,
in none of them did my ass get screwed. I thought it was disgusting
and utterly demeaning. Nothing degraded one more than to have that
happen to you, and I knew that this crude kind of guy was just the
type to relish the subjugation of a woman that an act like that
involved.
     I tried to twist away but Al was having none of my protests.
He was bouncing up and down on his knees, the mattress sending us
both rebounding again and again, sending his fuck pole tearing up
into my cunt box. He jammed and ground me down against him as his
cock spurted yet again, and this time he fell forward, collapsing
on top of me with a deep, groan of satisfaction.
     He was breathing like a bellows, and slowly rolled off me. My
body groaned in relief, my lungs fully expanding at last as my
chest was no longer compressed by his weight. I lay sprawled next
to him, recovering slowly.
     He got up then, humming to himself and starting to draw up his
pants.
     "W... wait a second." I panted.
     "Want more baby?" He leered.
     "I want a lot more."
He gave snort and pulled his shirt down, tucking it into his pants.
     "Later babe. I got things to do."
     "Have you ever tied a girl up before?"
His eyes opened a little wider and he looked down at me with new
interest.
     "I never have ta' tie em down, sweet cheeks."
     "I Like to be tied up." I swallowed, sitting up slowly.
     "Shoulda said somethin'." He said, obviously interested,
studying me closely while his tongue swirled around inside his
mouth.
     "What are you doing this weekend?" I asked.
     "Nuthin' much."
     "How would you like a little holiday, a dream come true?"
     "Yeah? Where?"
     "In the country, a little cabin I know."
     "Doesn't sound like my dream come true, babe."
     "You haven't heard it yet." I said, leering a little, laying
back on the bed and kind of arching my back, pushing my breasts out
suggestively.
     "Ever thought about having a slave girl?" I queried, "Ever
wonder what it would be like to own a sex slave?"
     He gave a short laugh, his eyes watching me even more closely.
     "I've always wanted to sort of act out a fantasy of being
captured by this big, strong, handsome barbarian type, you know,
like Conan?"
     "Who?"
     "Those sword movies Arnold Schwarzeneger made?"
     "Oh yeah!"
     "I figure, we got out into the woods and you can play the big
barbarian that catches a pretty little thing and then.... "
     "Ties her up and fucks her ass off?"
     "Yeah. You can tie me up and rape me in the woods, in the
grass, drag me along behind you with a rope around my neck and my
hands tied behind me. You ever thought of something like that?"
     "Yeah." What man hadn't?
     "You can push me around, boss me around, make me do what you
want?" He leered, coming to my knees, then standing up in front of
him, my hands tracing a pattern on his barrel chest.
     "I want to be your slave girl for the weekend." I panted, "You
can hang me from my wrists, stake me out on the grass, screw me on
my knees in front of a camp fire at night.... "
     "Now that's starting to sound like some kinda fun." he
chuckled.
     "You ever ride a horse?"
     "Why?"
     "There's a farm near my cabin and I could borrow a horse so
you could play the barbarian."
     "I don't need no horse, babe, less you wanta get fucked by
one."
I fought back a look of disgust. "It's just that... well, I've
always had this fantasy about a big muscular barbarian man with a
big sword... "
     "I got a sword for you, baby!" he mocked.
     "... riding along on his horse and dragging me along behind
him on a rope."
     "You really are freaky ain't you?"
     "Will you do it?"
     "Shit! This sounds so fuckin' weird! Fuck, yeah! Yeah! I'll do
it!"

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From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu Sun Oct 08 16:41:42 1995
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Subject: Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy-3 [MMMMMf/bondage/dom] 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
 
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG
 
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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.
 
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                            Part Three
 
 
     So it was arranged. Since I worked in my spare time for the
history department archives, I was able to sneak out an old, not
particularly valuable sword and sheath. I had a dagger for him and
decided that despite reality, he could just wear cutoffs, just so
he wore nothing else with them.
     Al though, decided a real barbarian would wear a loincloth I
think he was thinking more of North American Indians than
barbarians from early Europe but I didn't argue. He only needed a
rope around his belly and a couple of small handtowels to hang over
it fore and aft.
     He had big motorcycle boots which didn't go too well with the
loincloth, but I didn't much care. We drove up Friday afternoon
after my last class. It was a two and a half hour drive into the
country, down smaller, narrower roads until we reached the potted,
dirt road that led deep into the woods to the cabin I sometimes
borrowed from my friend Emily.
     We unpacked food and other stuff, then I led him in the late
afternoon sun out through a long field of tall grass and across a
small fence to the Whittacker farm, where we arranged for Al to
come the next morning and borrow one of Jack Whittacker's horses.
     Then we went back to the cabin. I picked up a gauzy, ankle
length dress, a cheapo number I'd found at the goodwill. I changed
into it and then led him out back of the cabin and into the field
a half mile away. I started a small fire by the edge of the trees
and sat down beside it on a fallen log.
 
     "Okay. This is where I'll be. You get changed and try and
sneak up on me. I'm going to scream and pretend I've never seen you
before, and if I can, I'm gonna run away. You have to catch me." I
said.
     "You sure as hell are a weird little chick." he laughed,
shaking his head as his hand reached down to give my breast a
squeeze. I shoved him away.
     "Remember, you don't know me. I don't know you. You're a mean,
nasty, brutish barbarian and I'm the sweet princess."
He laughed, shook his head some more and wandered off back to the
house.
     I sat there in anticipation, waiting for his return. Every
sound made my head jerk around anxiously, wanting to see him before
he arrived. I was tremendously aroused and kind of light headed,
almost trembling as I waited, but at the same time I was a little
frightened and anxious. 
     I knew I would be hurt, oh, not badly, but he would fuck me
hard, like before. My thighs and ass were still a little sore four
days after the wild fucking he'd given me at the motel. I wondered
what they'd look like come Monday.
     I heard a noise behind me and swung my head around, eyes wide.
I stared into the woods but saw nothing. It was just past sundown,
the skies were still light but getting darker with each passing
minute. I frowned to myself, wondering what was keeping him.
     I was on edge, anxious, hot, slightly afraid. My head turned
back and forth like a radar dish, searching out where he might be
hiding. Suddenly he exploded from the bushes behind me, screaming
horribly and waving his sword.
     I screamed in startled surprise, then bolted, racing through
the grass. He pounded after me, howling with laughter as he waved
the sword around inexpertly in the air. Then he jumped me, tackling
me more like a football player than an old barbarian.
     I gasped as I dropped face forward into the grass. Al jerked
back hard on my arm, dropping me on my back. I grabbed at him with
my hands, pretending to claw at his face. He slapped me, not really
hard, but it was a shock, despite what I'd said to him about
shoving me around and stuff.
     In a second, his hands seized my loose gown and ripped it open
to the belly. Then he gripped me by the hair as he bent forward and
mashed his lips against mine. He bent lower, his teeth sucking on
my exposed nipple, for I had worn no underwear.
     His massive right hand plunged down through the torn opening
and onto my crotch, ripping the gown further as he clamped his fat
paw onto my pussy mound and squeezed hard. I cried out again,
trying to pull away, but he cuffed me once again, backhanding me
back against the ground. I tasted blood and almost protested for
real, but then he pulled back, rolling me like I weight nothing.
     On my belly now, I struggled to rise, which bothered him not
at all. His fingers seized the collar at the back of my dress and
tugged, ripping it open. He tore the thing apart, literally, then,
with me naked, was in position, kneeling behind me as he kept me on
all fours, preventing me from rising.
     His fat arms slid around my belly, squeezing me so hard he
forced the air out of my lungs as he hauled me back against him. He
ground his crotch into my bare ass while he laughed triumphantly
and bit down on my throat, then slid his hands upward, crushing my
round tit mounds, his fingers mashing the pliable meat, sinking
deep into the fleshy mammaries, making it ooze through his spread
fingers.
     I groaned in pain as his teeth bit into my soft flesh and my
tit mounds screamed from his crushing grip. He threw me forward
onto my face, his hand pulling the stupid towel away from his
crotch and bringing out his hardened erection.
     He slapped me hard, his hand making a loud crack of noise in
the early evening air as it hit my ass cheek. He laughed again,
pushing his cock knob against my cunt slit, then he thrust forward
with savage force, his hardened organ piercing my soft pulpy cunt
lips and spearing up into my body.
 
His hips smashed into my ass with such force my knees briefly rose
into the air and I was thrown forward like a bucking bronco. I
gasped, my eyes widening in shock a the speed and force of the
penetration. His cock was buried in my fuck pipe as he mashed and
fingered my sore tit melons.
     Without any hesitation, he began to ram his cock in and out of
me, his hands holding me in position easily as he hammered his hips
back and forth, using his strength and muscles to tear his cock
shaft in and out of my tight little fuck opening.
     "Take it, bitch!" he hissed, in a long stream of cursing
breathless grunts. "Bitch! Fucking Bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Take it
bitch! Bitch! Slut! Fucking wh... wh... whooooore!" he groaned, his
hips slapping into me with bruising, jarring force, a rapidfire
hammering that pounded me with unbelievable speed.
     His cock pistoned in my fuck opening as his hands locked
tightly around my hips. I groaned loudly, a stuttering, wavering
cry of pain and emotional shock as my body bounced and jerked under
his wild rutting. His pole was a furious jack hammer as it skewered
my pussy hole.
     I had anticipated a hard, pounding ride, but this, this was
astounding. It made the hard fucking he'd given me at the motel
seem soft and gentle by comparison. In a way, I knew fear,
wondering whether I had mistakenly brought a madman up here and
placed myself at his mercy, or whether such savagery was in every
man and I had simply unleashed it.
     And yet, as the brutal thrusting fuck went on, my fears began
to give way as I realized my fantasy was well under way. This was,
after all, what I had been looking for, a hard brutal using at the
hands of a powerful, muscular, and yes, brutal man.
     He jerked me back against him, then thrust his member into me
again, throwing me forward. Then he hauled me back again and
pounded his steely prick into my body, throwing me forward again,
then hauled me back and thrust into me again.
     He jerked me back and forth like a weightless rag doll, his
body hammering into mine with complete abandonment. His cock head
was using my cervix as a punching bag as he drilled my fuck box,
his hard cock pounding into me with painful force.
     His cock rasped against my clitty like a band saw, ripping
back and forth with relentless driving speed. I grunted and moaned
from the terrible power being used against me, and yet my pussy was
purring with lust, despite the hard using it was getting, glorying
in my ravaging
     I realized then, that I was getting exactly what I wanted, and
the burning spread throughout my belly, seeping into my guts, into
my organs, into my flesh and blood and sinew, sending a high and
increasing buzz and pulse of arousal through my brain.
     I tried to forget anything about a game, about a fantasy,
about who I was and who Al was, tried to place myself within my
fantasy, to feel the raw, carnal force of the barbarian's animal-
like attack, of his rugged powerful body against my soft female
form.
     My buzzing sexual heat rose from my body in waves and my
breathing came faster and faster. He continued to slam against me,
his prong rutting furiously inside my fuck tunnel. I groaned, my
body tired and worn from the several minute old raping it was
undergoing, and climbing ever higher into the realm of sexual
ecstasy.
     Then he came, his sperm a fat, gushing wave of sticky white
heat that flowed into my belly and exploded like a blast wave. I
came as well, my guts and cunt cramping around his cock, sucking at
his sperm, drinking it down and sucking hard for more.
     I cried out in bliss, then, as the dim awareness came to me of
the complete emptiness around us, of the deserted landscape, the
trees, grass and open space, I gave voice to my passionate joy, my
cries getting louder, more expressive, less constrained.
     My screams of joy and bliss echoed through the trees, stilling
the crickets which had begun to chirp, causing nearby birds to flap
their wings in alarm. Al's fuck pole continued to hammer into my
slit tunnel, polling me with relentless stamina and vigour.
     I collapsed, exhausted onto the ground, my cheek flattening
the grass beneath it as I groaned in fatigue, drained of all
energy. He ignored my collapse, his hands firm on my hips as he
humped into me. 
     My mind dwelled on the image we presented, the fierce, bestial
copulation there amongst the grass, my naked form bent over, ass in
the air, legs apart, his powerful, muscled male body rutting me,
riding me, his big thick pole plunging in and out of my sex.
     The heat grew within my loins. I groaned in worn, dazed
pleasure. Al grabbed my hair and used it to haul my head, then my
entire upper body up off the ground. The pain stabbed into me, yet
I did nothing, except groan louder as he held my head and upper
body up by the hair, then dragged me back against his chest.
     His prick continued to saw between my cunt lips as he bit down
hard on the side of my neck again. He twisted my head around
forcefully, heedless of pain, discomfort, or even harm he might
cause, mashing his lips against mine as he ground his loins into
me.
     His left hand continued to pull and tug at my hair, his right
mauled my titties, crushing and squeezing them as he humped into
me, his cock sliding back and forth between my legs.
     "OOoohhhhhhhhh! FUCKing BIIIIITCH!!" he groaned.
     He pulled out then, throwing me forward onto my face. He
leaned forward, his hard knee coming down against my ass cheeks as
he jerked my arms up behind my back. He held my wrists together as
I lay there, panting and moaning, then tied them tightly together
with a foot long strip of leather.
     I grunted and yelped with the pain as the leather dug into my
wrists, pinching my soft flesh. He stood up, dragging me up by the
hair until I was on my knees. He twisted me around, standing before
me, still holding my hair with one hand.
     His cock pointed at my face and he held it with his right
hand, pushing the head against my lips as I swayed and moaned in
pain and a stupor that was half sexual high, half pained shock. His
cock rubbed against my face, wiping back and forth against my
cheeks and forehead.
     Then he pushed it into my mouth over my slack jaw and I closed
my lips automatically as he punched it hard against the back wall
of my mouth. 
     "Suck it! Suck it, you cheap slut! Fucking whore! Suck my
prick, CUNT!"
     He was a tall man and even kneeling as tall as I was I had to
bend my head back. He bent me even further, dragging on my hair as
he lunged downward, angling his cock to thrust into my face with
pitiless force. His cockhead lunged again and again into the back
of my mouth, almost making me gag a dozen times.
     Then he thrust especially hard and the thick round meat bashed
its way right into my throat. I almost gagged, almost threw up, but
then my mouth acted as though a piece of meat was pushing, into it.
which was not untrue, and swallowed.
     I swallowed his cock head and his shaft followed it right down
my throat. It was a very strange feeling, there was the ticklish
sensation, the hard, throbbing sensation of pain as it forced open
my throat tube, and the panicky sensation of suffocation as it
blocked and pushed against the sides of my pipe.
     "OH Yeaaahhh!" he groaned, pushing his cock even deeper, the
cockhead inside my upper chest somewhere as his balls rested
against my jaw. He pumped slowly in my throat, his cock shaft
sliding up and down easily. 
     I made anxious muffled grunts, groans and moans as my lungs
struggled for breath, but his hand held my hair easily and my hands
could not budge from the tight binding strip of leather holding
them together. 
     He continued to fuck his cock up and down my throat, his right
hand sliding down to cup and squeeze my left tit as he fucked down
into my face. My body twisted and jerked and contorted desperately,
my skin reddening, then getting white as my head throbbed.
     Finally, he pulled his cock far enough that his cockknob
popped free of my throat and I sucked in sweet cool air. My chest
heaved as I drew in great gulps of oxygen.
     Al had pulled his soaking cock out of my mouth and was wiping
it across my face again, the wet, drool and cum covered organ
wiping against my eyes and cheeks and through my hair as he looked
down with a mocking sneer on his face.
     He pushed the cock back into my mouth, twisting at my hair.
"Deep throat me again, fuck face!" he taunted.    "Deep throat my
log, SLUT!" 
     He slammed his pecker into me, his cock head thrusting deep
into my throat, then sinking down the rest of the way until he was
buried in me once more.
He sawed his prick up and down in my throat, his eyes wide and
intensely aroused as he watched his dick disappear then reappear
from between my lips.
     Then he came again, just as his cockhead slipped back out of
my throat. My mouth filled with jism and I almost choked as I
sucked in air and tried to swallow his cum at the same time.
     He staggered backwards and I fell back onto my heels, then
tipped over and fell on my side, breathing heavily. Around us, the
last light was going and it would soon be dark. I was glad, I was
so tired and sore, I could hardly wait to get a shower and drop
into bed.
     Al came over to me and dragged me to my feet, then led me
forward, down the path towards the cabin. We didn't get there,
though. We stopped some distance away and he pushed me down again.
He bent over me, pulling another strip of leather from a tool belt
he was wearing.
     Yes, he was wearing a fucking tool belt, with a bunch of shit
hanging from it, including a hammer. Aside from that he wasn't
wearing anything except the sword and the towel across his front
that was supposed to be a loincloth.
     He slipped the leather around my ankles and tied them tightly
together.
     "What are you doing?" I asked, irritated.
     "I want you talk, you talk."
     "Oh, fuck off with the barbarian shit. It's time to go home."
I glared. 
     In reply, he stuffed a rag into my mouth and tied another
strip of leather across it, gagging me. I glared furiously at him,
tugging at the leather binding my hands and feet to no avail.
     I watched as he set about building a campfire, then cooked
some wieners he'd apparently set aside. It was soon full dark and
the fire crackled and snapped as he sat by it, munching. I lay on
my side, still naked and bound, tired but strangely excited.
 
     I slowly blinked my eyes awake as the dawn rose just beyond
the trees. My body was sore and cold and aching in many place, one
of the most prominent being between my legs. I had, in the words of
the famous poet, been rode hard and put away wet.
     My hands moved, or tried to, and I realized I was still
tightly bound. I moaned involuntarily, which woke the barbarian. He
rolled and sat up, yawning like a dog and then giving me this
nasty, superior grin. My mouth mumbled dryly around the rag.
     He got up and came over to me, untiring the leather strip from
my ankles. He pushed me onto my back and dropped on top of me,
crushing me into the hard, cold ground as he pushed his cock into
my fuck tunnel. 
     He did it with such calm assurance, such supreme self
confidence, that for a moment I was furious at him, the smug
arrogant bastard, and then of course, I realized that I had no say
in what he did to me, none at all, and that was the reason for his
nonchalant use of my body. 
     He could act like he owned it because he did, that was my
fantasy, after all. And that realization was bringing a warm spot
to my belly and my groin as his erection slid down deep into my
fuck tunnel and he began a slow easy fucking.
     He wasn't being easy on me of course, he just wasn't
interested in high impact exercise so early in the morning. I was,
in a very real sense, just taking the place of his morning jerk-off
session. He humped and ground into me, sighing with pleasure as my
cunt sucked on his organ.
     Then he came, his jism spraying down into my belly. He stopped
his humping, laying atop me as he relaxed again. Then he rolled off
me and stood up, grabbing me under the arm and dragging me up after
him. There was a rope by the fire and he tied it tightly around my
throat, then tied the other end to a tree.
     Then he walked away. I looked after him in outrage, but my
cunt felt even hotter than it had when he'd been fucking me. I was
being treated like a slave, like a possession of his, like an
animal. I revelled in my own degradation, pulling purposefully at
the leather binding my wrists just to feel how securely I was
bound.
     My body shivered from the cold, and I was hungry and
incredibly thirsty because of the fucking gag in my mouth. I also
needed to go to the bathroom. I took care of the last in the woods,
then moved back into the grass as the sun began to shine down,
letting it warm me.
     The rumblings in my stomach faded to a dull murmur after a
little while but my throat was still tinder dry. It was hard to
figure the passing of time without a watch, but it felt like over
an hour had gone by easily. Then Al rode into sight atop the horse
he'd borrowed from the farm next door.
     He stopped and dismounted, then untied the rope - from the
tree, not from my neck. He mounted again, tying the end of the rope
to the saddle, then riding forward, away from the cabin. I could
not protest, I could only follow along behind or be dragged.
     I had to walk fast, breaking into a jog every few seconds to
keep up with the horse. I was soon exhausted, but despite my
weariness and my discomfort, aches and pains, I was incredibly
aroused, for this was the culmination of my fantasies, being hauled
behind a horse, naked.
                  *************************
     My eyes blinked back tears, a poor, recently raped virgin
maiden being dragged behind the barbarian savage. I smelled the
horse, the grass, my own sweat. I felt the sun and wind on my
bruised, aching, naked body and pulled repeatedly at my bonds.
     I was dragged forward into a village, people all about, some
ignoring me, some pointing and laughing, children chasing along
beside and behind, some pinching my bruised buttocks, grabbing for
a feel of my breasts, others trying to trip me.
     I was pulled into the center of the village, into the square,
where my barbarian captor dismounted and walked over to me. The
rope was removed from my throat and my hands unbound, then I was
pulled forward between two tall posts, my hands tied then to either
one as I stood between them.
     My wrists were pulled high and apart, so tightly bound that I
almost had to stand on my toes as the pressure pulled at my arms.
Then he left me as a crowd gathered around, many of them chattering
to themselves about me, calling names and insults.
     Some moved closer, pawing at my body, fondling my womanhood,
my breasts, my buttocks.
                 *****************************
     I tripped and fell, then as the slack ended I was dragged
along behind Al through the grass for several yards. He stopped and
looked back as I stumbled to my feet, then he continued on.
     I think it was then that it hit me for good, and with jarring
force. I was in one of my own fantasies for real. Al might not be
from the middle ages but he wasn't much smarter or more
sophisticated then the old savages were, and I was completely under
his control, to do with as he wished.
     There was absolutely nothing, nothing at all I could do to
hinder him. I was his toy, his plaything, his actual, for real, no
kidding, no fantasising sex slave. He could fuck me and abuse me
and degrade me as he wished. Even if I protested, demanded to be
released, called off the game, Al probably wouldn't agree. For the
first time in my memory I had absolutely no control over anything
that was going to happen to me.
     All this kind of dazed me as the realization sank in. I was
still half walking, half jogging behind Al on his horse. I panted
tiredly, but as I looked towards him, seeing the bulging muscles on
his bare back, I felt a deep flaring heat within my body, spreading
out, reddening my skin.
     The aches and pains and tiredness seemed to disappear before
a flooding sexual arousal that almost made me cum from its
intensity. 
     When Al stopped a few yards on, it was all I could do to keep
from rubbing my thighs together in excitement. He came back to me
and pulled the gag out of my mouth. He had a canteen in his hand
and he opened it and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head
back. 
     Then he poured a stream of water into my open mouth. I drank
greedily, slurping and gulping and swallowing as fast as I could.
Water splashed onto my face and trickled down my neck, falling onto
my ass and dribbling down my chest.
     Al pushed me down to my knees and pulled his cock out. It was
semi-hard and he placed it on my lower lip. I opened my mouth and
sucked it in, munching on it, sucking, working my tongue over it.
It didn't take long to harden, then I began bobbing my head on it
as he humped slowly.
     He forced the cockhead down my throat and I swallowed it
gladly, glorying in the demeaning and degrading treatment. He stood
before me then, legs wide, arms folded together across his mighty
chest as I fucked my own throat up and down on his cock.
     He stared down at me like some great arrogant barbarian type,
watching smugly as I moved my lips and mouth and throat up and down
the length of his erect organ. Then he reached down and placed his
huge hands against the back of my head, thrusting forward to bury
his cock down my throat.
     My nose mashed against his abdomen and his balls pressed
against my jaw, then he spurted out wad after wad of fuck milk,
sending a salty, oily wave of jism down my throat and into my
belly.
     He pulled out then and dragged me aways back, then pushed me
down onto the grass. He cut several stakes with the sword, then
untied my wrists, positioning them above my head and spread wide.
Then he hammered the stakes into the ground beside them and tightly
bound my wrists to them.
     He spread my legs and hammered two more stakes into the
ground, again, tying my ankles to the stakes. I was helplessly
spreadeagled, the sun beating down on me as I lay there naked in
the center of the field. He grunted and backed off, getting on his
horse and riding away.
     I stared up at the sun, pulling at the stakes, feeling a burst
of exultation each time my muscles pulled without result. I lay
back, wondering what next would befall me, my crotch moist with
anticipation.
 
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From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu Sun Oct 08 16:41:59 1995
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Subject: Re: rq (auto response)
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
Date: Sun, 8 Oct 1995 16:41:59 -0500

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Date: Mon, 31 Oct 1994 04:41:39 UTC
Subject: Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy-4 [MMMMMf/bondage/dom] 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
 
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG
 
          ********************************************
            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.
 
         *************************************************
 
                           Part Four
 
 
     I waited for a while. I don't know how long. The sun heated me
up almost as much as my crotch, though it dried me out too. Then,
I heard the sound, or perhaps the vibrations of someone coming
towards me. Again, I pulled at the stakes, without effect.
     Then I froze as I heard voices. Horror flooded through me at
the thought of being found like this by some middle-aged couple and
their children. But then I head Al's voice and I groaned in relief.
     He came into view, a big, taunting grin on his face. Beside
him was another body builder, this one with brown hair cut in a
crewcut. Another man appeared, he also had a crewcut, but he was a
blonde. Then a fourth and a fifth and a sixth man formed a semi-
circle around me.
     I stared at them, wide-eyed. All were obviously body builders.
They all had huge bulging chests, narrow washboard stomachs, and
tree trunk legs, and all were naked as they stared down at me with
varying degrees of lust and mockery.
     For an instant, I hovered on the verge of a protest, of a
scream of denial, then I tumbled back into my fantasy and dropped
my head back to the grass, waiting the inevitable. It was not long
in coming. The first man to mount me was the one with the blonde
crewcut.
     He knelt between my splayed legs, his hands on them, slowly
stroking up and down from my crotch to my knees. Then he eased
forward and moved atop me, his hugely muscled chest crushing me
beneath it before his hands pushed him upward.
     He still lay atop me, his weight heavy on my belly and lower
chest. He began squeezing and fondling my breasts then, turning his
head down to suck and chew on my nipples. I whined in response, my
limbs pulling at the ropes binding them.
     His hard cock was pressed against my belly and my crotch
yearned for it. Then he grabbed it and rubbed the head up and down
my very oily slit several times. He pressed it between them,
forcing them apart as he slid it into me. Then he grunted and
pushed forward, thrusting his cock deep into me.
     I groaned loudly, uncaring of what the gathered men thought,
glorying in the hardness within my fuck chamber. His elbows pressed
into the ground as he began to fuck into me, his hard body grinding
and jerking against me, causing little bruising stabs of pain every
few seconds when he hit me too hard.
     His cock slid back and forth in my hot, sucking chamber,
grinding into me, sawing over my clitty as he humped. I grunted in
response to each thrust, my head back, staring into the sky as he
raped me. I continued to pull intermittently at the stakes, until
I felt my cum approach, then I pulled especially hard and
hysterically.
     My head thrashed and jerked as his fuck pole stroked within
me. My back arched and I jerked against the stakes, exulting in
their tight grip on my limbs as I was swept into a wondrous
orgasmic storm of pleasure.
     My mind blazed with excruciating pleasure as I was buffeted by
wave after wave of intense erotic satisfaction. My body was a
maelstrom of seething, crackling sexual electricity. I jerked as if
shot, my back arching upward in sudden shock as a concussion of
ecstasy exploded in my belly.
     I fell back to the grass, just as another blast wave ripped
through me and again through my chest upward. I screamed, my body
bouncing and jerking as much as it could in the tight grip of the
leather restraints. Within my belly, the man's girl-fucker
continued to rod back and forth, drilling into me with greater and
greater force.
     Slowly, slowly, I eased back out of the climactic fever, my
body trembling as I panted for breath. The blonde continued to
pound his cock into my open and vulnerable fuck hole until he came
also and I smiled weakly as I felt his sperm shooting into me.
     He got up, moving away, and another took his place. He was a
black man, but just as heavily muscled as the other. His skin
gleamed in the sun as he sweated. His teeth were white against his
black skin as he settled between my thighs.
     His big, powerful hands roamed across my body, squeezing,
kneading, fondling. He pawed at my full breasts, mashing and
twisting the pliable meat. His lips came down on mine and crushed
against me, locked into place as he sucked the breath right out of
me.
     His tongue pushed into my mouth as he ground his lips into me
and squeezed my fat melons. I groaned, the sound weak as my own
tongue rasped against his. 
     He reached down and took his cock, then pried open my cunt
lips and thrust into me. I groaned at the fullness as his fat organ
slid remorselessly down the length of my twat channel. He began to
grind his cock into me, driving it back and forth between my fleecy
cuntlips.
     His chest came down tighter against mine, crushing my swollen
tit orbs as he humped into me. His hands slid down under me, both
of them clasping my ass cheeks, completely enfolding my soft,
cupcake buttocks in their large, rough palms.
     He humped into me faster, jerking my ass upwards with each
thrust, his tool jabbing again and again into my cunt pipe. I
mewled in delirious pleasure, my face a mask of delight, my jaw
slack, eyes narrow slits.
     He grunted as he fucked into me, his heavy, hard body mashing
and crushing my own slender frame. His hands continued to jerk my
ass upwards as he lay atop me. His face was buried against the side
of my head as he rutted again and again, his heavy body pulping me
beneath.
     It was like having a car rocking back and forth on top of me,
yet the pain and claustrophobia only added to the intense arousal
I was feeling, I was on a high no drug could emulate and my pussy
was sizzling with ecstasy.
     I came again, my head jerking back as a powerful blast of
climactic energy battered at my mind. Blinding lights exploded
before my bulging eyes and my breath locked within my chest as I
shook under the awesome storm of orgasmic power.
     My head felt like it was ready to explode, and I gritted my
teeth against the sheer intensity of the massive, powerful
sensations. Then finally they slowed and my trembling, shaking
contortions were diminished to the odd twitch or shudder as I lay
tiredly beneath him.
     He continued to fuck down into me for a long minute, then he
grunted and more sperm splashed down into my belly. He got up with
a proud sigh of pleasure and another took his place, this one with
long brown hair.
     He jumped eagerly atop me and thrust deep, burying his prick
inside me with one movement. I grunted and air hissed out of my
lungs. He began to fuck furiously, screwing me like Al did. His
cock was a triphammer as it thundered back and forth inside my fuck
pipe.
     After several minutes of hard fucking, he dumped his load,
adding to the deep, sticky pool of semen inside the pit of my
belly. As soon as he rose, another took his place, and again a
rapid, hard fucking resulted.
     I think I came again, in fact, I think I came several more
times, but things start to get very blurry by then. I was raped
again and again by the huge, musclebound men, and not one of them
showed the slightest concern for my pleasure or comfort.
     After each had fucked me at least once, I remember being
flipped over and re-tied. There was some kind of discussion, which
I didn't understand at the time, but which I now know was a card
game. They played to see which would get my asshole first.
     All I knew at the time was how exhausted I was. I lay there on
the ground, half asleep, my face pressed into the grass, into the
dirt. The card game took about five minutes and when the black guy
won, I was asleep.
     I woke to his hands on my body. They were all gathered around
me, standing, kneeling or squatting as the black guy knelt between
my legs. His hands squeezed and fondled my soft white ass cheeks,
then a single finger pressed against my asshole.
     I think I already told you that I was a virgin back there. I
had never permitted any guy to go near it and had never even
thought much about it. The very idea was so disgusting and
degrading to me that even in my fantasies about rape and slavery,
being sodomised hadn't figured into anything.
     It was something I should have expected from a crude, lowlife
like Al. His friends, of course, were no better. The finger woke me
up a bit as I felt it thrust into my little hole. I grunted in
pain, trying to twist my head around to look.
     "N... no... NOooooo!" I groaned, struggling against the
leather bonds.
     "Shut up, slut, or I'll gag you again." Were Al's cold words.
     The black guy, his name was Joe, but I didn't know it then,
forced his entire finger, which was pretty damned big and long, let
me tell you, into my asshole, and then wriggled and twisted it
around inside me.
     My whimpering complaints meant nothing to the men, who had
already classified me as their plaything. I realized this, even in
my numbed and exhausted state, realized that they would do as they
wished and would ignore any protests. 
     I knew I was about to be sodomised, probably more than once,
and my belly was gripped with both anxiety and anticipation. By
now, I was past any kind of pride. I was wallowing in degradation,
and I waited, my breasts squashed into the dirt and grass, as he
pumped his finger in and out of my tail pipe.
     Then he sprawled over me, his elbows on either side of my head
as his body rested down on mine. His cock pressed against my
asshole, which was pretty sweaty by now, of course, lucky for me.
I felt my little wrinkled opening spreading wider and wider as his
cockhead forced its way in.
     I groaned into the grass, air puffing out between my lips as
the pain began to bloom in my asshole. His cock pushed open the
little wrinkled hole and slowly sank down into me as the watching
men cheered. The deeper it penetrated the louder I groaned and
whimpered.
     I felt utterly impaled by his fat, throbbing cock. I gasped
and panted, groaning and then sobbing as his fat black prick forced
its way into my asshole, and drove deep, deep, deep into me, his
cockhead burrowing high into my guts.
     It hurt. Boy did it hurt. Joe was being careful not to go to
fast, afraid he might tear something and cause actual damage to me,
but he wasn't worried about a little pain, that was my problem. 
     His cock went so deep I felt cramps in my guts, terrible
gripping cramps from deep in my belly. I sobbed weakly, my belly
aching as his balls rested firmly against my ass cheeks. He
groaned, and slowly pulled his sausage back down my ass tunnel.
     There was pain, but the cramping eased, then thankfully
disappeared. Then I wailed as Joe thrust back into me. His fat fuck
tool jammed down my rectum and stuffed me full, bringing screaming
cramps into my belly. 
     I pulled desperately at the stakes once again, my muscles
contracting, staining. His cock began to churn inside my still
super-tight asshole, running in and out with greater and greater
speed and power. The others called out encouragement as Joe went
faster and faster, his thick fuck meat pummelling my guts as he
slammed his thighs into my ass cheeks.
     I grit my teeth against the pain as I was impaled on the long,
evil length of his enormous fuck spike. Joe's hands came down on my
back, raising his upper torso off me, but shoving my poor titties
into the cold ground, grinding them into the dirt as he ran the
entire length of his prong in and out of my anus.
     The  pain slowly eased as my asshole went numb. Joe's cock
moved more smoothly inside me  now as he thrust repeatedly, using
long, deep strokes that rammed his cockknob deep into my guts.
     My cries slowed, turned to grunts with each impact and low
murmurs and whimpers. He dropped his weight back down on top of me,
crushing me completely beneath his heavy weight. His teeth bit at
my throat as he ground his loins into my soft round buttocks.
     His cock slid back and forth, back and forth as Joe humped
into my tender ass pipe. Then he began grunting, humping harder and
faster. I winced as his cock began to skewer me with furious,
driving thrusts. His body slammed into my round ass cheeks,
smashing me into the dirt, then his cock erupted in a furious
geyser of cock spit. His jism gushed down into my belly as he
groaned in pleasure.
     Then he stopped, holding still atop me, his prick embedded in
my asshole, his body pressing down on mine as his heavy breathing
slowed. He rolled off me then, getting to his feet as the next man
took his place. Another hard, thick cock thrust deep into my anus
and began a hard stroking.
     More cum sluiced down into my asshole, then another man took
his place, then another, then another. By the time they were all
done with me, I could hardly even feel my asshole and was barely
conscious.
     I was dragged to my feet as Al unwound a thick, coarse rope.
One of the guys held me, my arms tight against my sides, while Al
slid the rope around my belly and tied it tight. 
     He tied the knot directly at the center of my belly, then
brought the rope down between my legs and up in back. He jerked
suddenly and I shouted in consternation as the rope dug up between
my cunt lips, forcing them apart as the coarse, scratchy rope dug
into my pink cunt meat.
     Al slid the rope through the loop around my belly, tying it
very tight indeed, so it dug up really hard into my cunt and ground
into my ass cheeks. Then he brought the rope up my back and across
my right shoulder. It slid down from there across my chest to the
loop around my waist, then went around it and back over my left
shoulder, so it criss crossed my chest.
     The rope scratched against my breasts as he tightened it
behind my back. Then he brought several loops around and around my
chest and belly, pinning my arms to my sides and squashing the rope
against my tit meat. 
     My tits were mashed and billowed out in swollen, distended
masses of gelatinous meat as the thick rope dug into them from
below, above, from both sides, and from directly across them. The
coils around my chest and waist were so tight that it was hard to
breath.
     Al seemed satisfied though. He finished tying off the loop and
gave me a shove. I fell over and he and the others laughed. 
     "Get up, slut. We ain't carrying you." he said.
     I struggled to my feet and one of the men, the blonde crewcut,
who's name was Andy, gave me a hard kick in the ass, which sent me
stumbling forward and falling on my knees.
     "Look at the little whore, stickin' her ass in the air again!"
     "Guess she wants more."
     "Well, I got more for her right here!"
     "Stick a few more cocks in her asshole an' she ain't gonna be
able to walk!"
     "Who cares if she walks? Tie her to the horse an' drag her."
     "Go on, bitch, get your skinny ass up."
     "Move, slut!" Al grabbed my hair and dragged me up, shoving me
forward. I stumbled and almost fell again, but managed to keep my
balance. I began to walk back down the trail, wincing and gasping
as the rope dug into my cunt with every step.
     "Lookit that tight assed walk!"
     "You wanna ride me, sweet cheeks? I'll give you a ride!"
     "On his cock!" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
     I yelped, and lurched forward as something bit into my ass.
Riotous laughter erupted from behind me, and I turned to see Al
with a small branch, a thin switch he had used to whip my ass.
     "Move your little pussy, babe. We ain't got all day."
     I tried to move faster, but the rope dug in so painfully
against my soft pink cunt flesh that it was impossible to go very
fast. Walking at all was almost agony. The rope scratched and
rasped against my oily wet cunt flesh, biting tightly, causing
terrible stinging pain.
     The switch slapped across my ass again and again I jumped
forward. The men laughed again, commenting on my ass and how my
tits had jiggled even with the rope coiled around and against them.
     My body ached all over. There were bruises everywhere, and the
rope scratched maddeningly, like sandpaper was scratching at my
tender skin. My asshole and pussy were especially sore, though my
titties screamed in anguish as well. One of the thick, heavy loops
crossed directly across the center of my nipples, scratching them
horribly.
     My feet stumbled and I fell several times, only to be slapped
and kicked to my feet by my tormentors. All the while they kept up
a steady stream of obscene comments and insults, and every now and
then the switch would slash down across my ass cheeks or back, or
someone would grab my titties or pull my hair.
     We weren't very far from the cabin but it seemed to take
forever to get there. I gasped in relief when its outline finally
came into sight. If I thought I might be allowed some moments of
rest to gather myself together, though, I was sadly mistaken.
     I was taken over to a tree just outside the cabin and then Al
and his friends tied a rope to one of the branches and tied the
other end to the ropes on both of my shoulders. Then I was pulled
into the air, swinging from side to side as the rope around me dug
even more painfully into my sore flesh.
     The rope pulled tightly, squeezing on my chest and belly,
making it even more difficult to breath than before. The worst
though, was my pussy, for most of the weight, my weight, came down
on the rope between my legs, and it dug into my like it had teeth.
     I moaned and whimpered, but Al and his buddies had heard a lot
of moaning and whimpering from women before. They just laughed. Al
gave me a hard shove and I swung wildly, twisting and turning
around in circles as my body swung back and forth beneath the tree
branch.
     Some of the guys brought beer out from the cabin and they
began to settle into place on the ground and in the lawn chairs
overlooking the river. A radio went on and the guys started
listening to a basketball game as they swigged beer from the
bottles. Some of the guys dove into the water and splashed around,
leaving only a couple up beside me.
     A couple was enough though. They were very conscientious.
Whenever my swinging and twisting slowed too much, one of them
would get up and give me another hard push to set me swinging
again. I was constantly on the verge of throwing up, and the main
reason I didn't was that my stomach was so empty.
     Finally, they pulled me down and unwound the rope from my
sore, dazed, bruised body. They left only one loop, the one around
my throat. Then the guys marched me down to the river and down the
length of the dock that stuck out into it - and threw me off.
     I gasped as the cold water closed over me and my body screamed
in shock. The cuts and scrapes all over me sent burning pain into
my stunned mind and I could hardly move. The rope pulled me back up
to the surface, then began to pull me right up out of the water.
     I grabbed at the rope, holding it as it lifted me clear of the
water and back up to the end of the dock eight feet above me. The
guys pulled me back up, then Al, the sweetheart, lifted me high
above his head, holding me in a horizontal position, one hand on my
arm, the other on my thigh, then he threw me off the edge of the
dock again.
     I crashed into the water and sank deep, my mind even more
dazed. The rope pulled again, lifting me up through the water, then
up out of the water, strangling me in the process as my weary,
bedraggled mind failed to even raise my hands to hold onto the
rope.
     I passed out as they lifted me over onto the edge of the dock.
                *****************************
     I knelt beside the King's throne, naked. A proud lady of a
wealthy and powerful family, I had been caught in a web of intrigue
and was now to be the innocent instrument for my family's
humiliation.
     Now cruel manacles bit into my wrists and ankles, and an iron
collar was fastened around my throat. Thick, heavy chains linked
them together as I knelt dazed, my mortification so great I was
hardly able to understand the numerous filthy insults and obscene
comments directed at me by the evil King and his courtiers.
     Already, my feet had been mutilated in a most painful way. I
would never walk again, but must crawl like a bitch dog wherever I
went. Never again would I wear clothing either, so the King said.
I was to be an animal, subject to constant humiliations and
degradations.
     The King's fool held a leash which was attached to my collar
and led me out and about on the elevated dais which held the
throne, laughingly patting my head and stroking my back as though
I were a dog. Every now and then he would lead me over to a member
of the court, a man or perhaps woman whom once had been my equal,
and that person would laugh and pat my head, or if it were a man,
squeeze my hanging breasts or slide a hand in between my thighs to
cup my pubis.
     Several times the fool led me back to the center of the dais
before the King, then one of the King's men would kneel behind me
and mount me, riding me hard, his long organ thrusting cruelly into
me newly opened love hole as the people around laughed and joked at
my expense.
     What was perhaps the worst of all, was that my poor female
organs had been denuded of hair and coated with a thin, now dry
substance that rendered them horribly sensitive to just this type
of roding. My humiliation was complete as I moaned and groaned and
cried my pleasure as I was ridden.
     The obscene comments mounted as I yelped and wailed and humped
back a the man savagely roding his manhood into my hole. And as the
glorious blossom of pleasure enveloped me, I felt the cruel,
sneering eyes of the King on my young, nubile body.
                ******************************
     I woke slowly. The guys were still moving around, splashing in
the water, listening to the ball game, drinking beer. They were
having a swell time. I held still, just laying there on the dock,
drying off and regaining some strength.
     Al came over then and bent over me, blocking the sun.
     "Hey, pussy. You're awake, huh?" He nudged my side with his
foot. "Get off your lazy ass and make us some lunch, bitch." he
nudged me harder, almost knocking me over the edge of the dock.
     I groaned and slowly sat up, holding my head in one hand and
cupping my sore pussy in the other. 
     "Come on, slut. We want lunch." He grabbed my arm and hauled
me erect, shoving me towards the cabin. I stumbled down the dock,
only the thought of food and water keeping me from collapsing.
Making lunch for them would be a pleasure compared to what I'd gone
through this morning.
     There were more cat-calls and obscene insults from the guys
sitting around on the grass as I passed them. Their lust had been
at least temporarily sated for now, though, and they wanted food,
so they let me pass unmolested. 
     Once in the cabin I sat down and held my head in my hands,
groaning weakly, then I staggered across to the fridge and pulled
out the jug of ice water. I drank a full cup in a single chug, then
refilled it and drank another. 
     I sighed, then made several sandwiches, stuffing them into my
mouth as fast as they were done. I was starved. With the worst of
my hunger sated, I started to make some sandwiches for the guys,
but it had been a long, sleepless night and there'd been an awful
lot of energetic activity since the last time I'd slept. Now, with
a full belly, I could barely keep my eyes open.
     I went over to one of the beds in the corner, just to rest for
a couple of minutes, and fell asleep.
                ********************************
     I hung from my wrists, naked. A crowd of people were gathered
around, some snickering, some grim faced. The big, heavily muscled
guardsman strode up behind me, his hand holding the whip. My soft,
female flesh seemed to crackle with fear as the man let the long
length of his whip slide along the floor.
     There was a tense moment of anticipation, then the whip lashed
across my back, sending pain flaring through my system. The next
blow sliced across my buttocks and I screamed in agony, my body
shaking and trembling, my breasts jiggling and bouncing.
     My form was so beautiful as I hung there, that it was a wonder
that any man would want to use something so harsh as a whip on it.
My form was made for mens' hands to slide across, for their lips to
caress, instead the whip bit into my back and again I screamed.
     I could feel the eyes of the surrounding throng, could sense
their excitement, especially from the men. I knew that they were
aroused by the sight of me, and even more so by the cruel lash of
the whip upon my defenceless body. Again it struck and left a cruel
line across my soft white skin.
             ************************************
     Al shook me awake, his angry face glaring down at me.
     "You dumb cunt!" he glared. "Where's our fuckin' food?"
     "Huh? Uh... wha?"
     He grabbed my hair and dragged me out of bed, ignoring my yell
of pain. He dragged me across the floor, through the little kitchen
and living room and out the door of the cabin to where the guys
were still laying around listening to the game.
     He flung me into their midst, the guys grabbing at me at once,
pawing and fondling my naked body, laughing and making more obscene
remarks.
     "The stupid bitch has been sleeping instead of making our
lunch" he complained. There was a chorus of criticism and
accusations, most of it obscene.
     "So what are we gonna do with this lazy slut?" Al asked.
     "Hang her!"
     "Cut he tits off!"
     "Fuck her till she bleeds!"
     "Drown her!"
     "Burn her at the stake!"
     "You dumb fucks!" Al sniffed. "We do any o' that an' she won't
be able to make our dinner, neither."
     "Lazy fuckin' white bitches!" Joe complained.
     "Maybe we should spank her." Al said. 
     "Spank the little bitch!"
     "Spank her!"
     "Whip her ass!"
     "Tan the little bitches butt!"
     Al sat down  and they grabbed me, tossing me across the ground
towards him. Al grabbed me by the arm and dragged me belly down
across his lap. His hand cracked down on my ass, then squeezed the
soft flesh as he laughed along with them.
     I should have been fearful. I should have been outraged,
furious, that these stupid great beasts, these ignorant, muscle
bound assholes, would dare to treat me so. Instead I was hot. Maybe
it was the holdover from the dream. Maybe it was the sexual aspect
of spanking, of domination. I don't know what it was, but I was 
hot, and although I was anxious about the pain, I was looking
forward to getting my ass spanked.
 
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Date: Sun, 8 Oct 1995 16:43:55 -0500

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Subject: Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy-8 [MMMMMf/bondage/dom] 
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.

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                         Part  Eight



     Bob didn't wait for Tina to regain consciousness. He just sort
of pushed her onto her side on the couch and stuffed his cock into
her cunt, then started pumping. Meg sat on the floor behind me
watching, pulling me back against her so she could fondle my body
as she observed her husband fucking the unmoving brunette.
     As for Sean, Tina's husband, not only wasn't he bothered by
this but he decided to take advantage of her as well. They
positioned the unconscious woman between them and Sean began to
work his own erect cock into Tina's asshole, something that she
apparently never let him do when she was awake.
     Meg let me fall back onto the floor, then sat on my face as I
ate her out. She came, then came again, then came a third time. My
face was soon covered in her juices and my tongue and jaw ached,
but still she squatted over my face, watching the others and
demanding I suck her. 
     If I slowed she reached down and dug her nails into my titties
until I sped up. 
     Tina woke up to find herself penetrated fore and aft, the two
men rodding into her with smooth strokes as she blearily shook her
head. She tried to pull away but neither of them were about to let
her, not until they'd cum. She apparently realized that and stopped
struggling, resigned.
     A few hours later, we were still going at it when the
motorboat returned and the guys came up into the house. The orgy
lasted most of the day. I was fucked a lot, but this time I wasn't
alone. Meghan and Tina were both fucked hard and long by the big
muscleheads, and far from protesting, their husbands took part.
     Meghan looked like she was in seventh heaven as two guys
fucked her standing up. Her slim body was crushed between Pete and
Joe, as they slid their erections into her cunt and asshole. 
     Eventually I fell asleep on the floor. Fucking is hard work
after all, and I'd been fucking most of the day. I'd cum a dozen
times at least and my energy levels were way down. I woke up a
couple of times during the night, discovering that I'd been chained
to the fridge next to me.
     I was a little pissed at that. I had planned to drive back to
school late Sunday night and now I'd miss the early classes. If I
hadn't been chained I'd have driven back on my own and let Al get
a ride with his buddies. 
     It was Monday morning after all and as far as I was concerned,
the fantasy was over. My mind set was fast changing from
subservient sex slave to confident young lawyer even as I slept.
The problem was, nobody else seemed to be taking note.
     I was awakened just after dawn by Pete. I was on my side and
Pete was raising my top leg and pushing his cock into me. I woke up
with a groan, tiredly blinking my eyes in the sunlight that shone
through the windows.
     "Hey... "I grunted. "Stop it. What time is it? I have to get
back to school." I tried to push him away but he would have none of
it. He force the entire length of his prick into my hole and
started rutting into me. I glared over my shoulder at him as my
body was pounded against the floor.
     I couldn't do anything to stop him though so I just simmered
angrily, waiting for him to cum. I knew it wouldn't take long.
These early morning fucks were sort of a jerk off session for the
guys. In two minutes he spurted his white wads into my cunt and
gave a sigh of relief as he pulled out.
     "Take this chain off me." I snapped. "I have to get back to
school."
"You don't give orders, pussy." He grunted, slapping my ass once as
he rose. I sat up but that was as high as I could get as the chain
pulled tight. I jerked at it, trying to lift the fridge so the
chain would come out from around the leg.
     I was on my hands and knees as I tried to tip the thing over
and someone came up behind me and knelt down, pushing himself
against my ass.
     "Get off me!" I snarled. "I'm finished with this fucking game!
All right? I have to get home!" In response he cuffed me on the
side of the head and pushed his cock into me from behind.
     "Stop it! Get off!" I cried, trying to wriggle away.
     "I'll shut the bitch up." Joe said, kneeling in front of me
and pushing his cock at my mouth.
     "Here baby, here's something to suck on."
     I kept my mouth shut and twisted away but he reached beneath
me and grabbed my hanging tit, squeezing and twisting it until I
cried out in pain. He stuffed his cock into my mouth as I opened it
and then slapped me on the side of the head.
     "Suck it you whore." he glared. 
     He started pumping his cock in my mouth in time to the guy
behind me, Mike's, pumping of my pussy. Both came within a couple
of minutes and got up. They didn't let me up though. I tried
telling them that the game was over, that I wanted to go, tried to
convince them that they should unchain me.
     Al woke up then and unlocked the chain from the fridge, then
pulled me to my feet.
     "Al!" I said. "Take this off me, will you. I have to get back
to school."
     "When we're ready, babe." he laughed.
     "Not when you're ready!" I snapped. "Right now!"
     "Ahh, shut the fuck up." he sniffed. He pushed me against the
counter and bent me over, kicking my legs apart.
     "Let me go! Stop it! Fucking BASTARD!" I screamed, struggling
furiously. He shoved me down easily, no matter how hard I fought,
then began to work his cock into my pussy. He ignored my screams,
my insults and my struggles as he calmly fucked my cunt box.
     I was furious. I guess I thought they were all having a last
fling, a last fuck-off at my expense and the hell with me being
late for school. I glared into the counter top as Al pumped faster
and faster, then spewed his wad up into me and backed off with a
sigh.
     I think it wasn't until hours later, that it hit me. I was
hanging from my wrists from a tree branch, and had been for over an
hour.
     I was seething with rage, and then it suddenly occurred to me
that they might not let me go at all, that this wasn't just a delay
on their part, that they really didn't intend to let me got...
ever. The thought stunned me for several long moments as my mind
raced through the implications.
     My friend was in Europe and wouldn't be back for a couple of
weeks. I'd be missed at school but nobody knew where I was so they
certainly couldn't check up here. When my friend got back and heard
I'd gone missing she would, eventually, come up here to see if
something had happened to me.
     But what... what if these creeps didn't stay here. My eyes
widened in disbelief, and for the first time I started to get
scared. Fantasy was one thing, reality another. The weekend had
been hot and frantic and aside from a few bad moments I'd had a
real great time, but I wasn't eager for a life of this.
     I tried reasoning with them. I tried begging. I tried crying.
Then I tried bribery. Finally I raged and cursed and used the
vilest insults and most horrible obscenities I knew, doing my best
to scratch and kick and claw at them whenever they came near me.
     None of it had the slightest affect. Monday was the same as
Sunday. Tuesday and Wednesday followed, then Thursday and Friday,
then we were into another weekend.
     They continued to fuck me whenever the desire hit them, and
enjoy the swimming, and fishing. Sometimes I was almost alone, as
three or four would go back to the city for one reason or another.
There was never any chance to escape, for I was always chained or
tied up.
     The second weekend, all six were back, and they'd brought
three others. I had given up protesting. Protests had only brought
slaps and cuffs, and several spankings, the last one with a belt
that had fairly singed my ass cheeks and left welts on my flesh.
     Two more weeks passed, during which I was used as their sexual
plaything. The original six guys, plus the three who'd come up on
the second weekend, had since been joined by eight others. Not all
were around at any one time. They seemed to be using the cabin as
a sort of club house, or home away from home, and I went with it
just like the furnishings.
     Some of the guys were really mean, and liked to grind my face
into it. The slightest hesitation would earn me a hard cuff, or get
my cunt or tits squeezed really hard until I cried out in pain. I
learned to obey their orders instantly.
     I was, in fact, living out the very fantasy I'd thought I
desired. The play fantasy the first weekend was only that, playing.
This was the real thing. For the first week I was consumed with
rage and resentment, but it slowly eked away, and the second week
I came several times as one guy or another rutted into me.
     By the third week, incredibly, my mind seemed to have accepted
things and adjusted. It was really amazing, as I look back, just
how much of a slave I became. They never really hurt me, it wasn't
like I was tortured or anything, but my will was utterly suppressed
by them. I did nothing that would be considered disobedient and
scurried about like a little mouse as I cooked and cleaned for
them.
     After we'd been up there three weeks, the guys packed me,
along with a bunch of stuff from the cabin they were stealing, into
the back of a van and rode back to the city. I was still naked, and
still tightly  bound, with my mouth gagged.
     It was late at night by the time we reached the gym where I'd
first approached Al. We drove in through the back alley and backed
into the big back garage entrance. A couple of the guys pulled me
out the back of the van and brought me inside.
     They took me to a small back room, empty except for a
mattress. I was thrown down onto it and then left alone. Over the
next several months, I stayed in the little room, more and more of
my personality and will disappearing as I assumed the persona of a
slave girl.
     Often I was alone. Maybe five or six times a day a guy would
come in and fuck me, then leave and lock me in. Several times a
week though, after the gym had closed, they would bring me out and
have a really big gang bang, where four or five guys at a time
would jump my bones.
     Finally, someone made a mistake. During one of the late night,
boozeathon gang bang parties, someone went out the back door to
fetch more beer just as I was coming back from the bathroom. The
guys were pissed out of their minds and nobody was watching me.
     I stared at the door for the longest time, months of slavery
having sapped my will. Then I started walking towards it, and the
walk became a run. I ran out into the alley, right past the guy,
who was bent over as he tried to pull a case of beer out of the
trunk of his car. He didn't even see me.
     I ran naked through the streets until the police picked me up.
I was taken to the hospital and examined. 
     The police knew something had happened but I wouldn't tell
them what. I claimed amnesia and eventually they stopped asking.
Why didn't I turn the guys in? How could I? Can you imagine the
trial? Can you imagine what a total slut I would be shown as?
     All I wanted to do was forget it and get on with my life. I'd
failed all my course, but after a few months of rest I went back to
school and started them over again, this time keeping my fantasies
in check. The months of slavery had done something to me, though.
I didn't have the confidence and willpower I had once had. I'd
turned kind of mousy.
     I found it hard to argue, to stand up for myself. During
dates, the guys easily took advantage of me, ignoring my weak
fluttering hands and mumbled protests to fuck me if they wanted to.
     Then one day, as I was walking on a street just off campus,
headed for a drugstore, I almost ran right into Al. He was standing
still right in the middle of the sidewalk and I was walking with my
head down, as was normal for me now.
     I glanced up as I was about to move around him and froze. My
eyes widening and body going rigid.
"Well, well, well." he smirked. "Hi there, Julie."
I didn't say anything, just trembled.
     "Let's go, slut. The guys and me have bought us a cabin where
we can have some fun." He slipped his hand around my upper arm and
led me towards a waiting van. I shuffled along with him, my mind in
a daze. Then he shoved me into waiting hands and I was pulled into
the van.
     My clothes were quickly stripped off me, and as Al placed the
metal collar around my neck a long, slow sigh escaped my lips. My
hands were handcuffed behind me and I was forced to my knees, my
legs apart as Al knelt behind me. Then his cock  pierced my cunt
lips and sank deep into my belly.
     I made no protest, not one. My cheek pressed against the dirty
floor of the van as we moved through traffic. Al rutted into me, 
his strokes firm, his hands clutching my hips as he worked his cock
in and out. For long minutes he stroked away at my pussy, his loins
slapping against my ass cheeks.
     "She hasn't lost any of her tightness." he commented to the
others.
     "She's still got a nice ass." Someone said from behind me.
     "And nice tits." Someone else said.
     "Give it to her, Al." another added.
     And he did, his body hammering mine, his cock slicing back and
forth between my pussy lips, his cockhead punching deep into my
fuck box as he grunted and muttered in pleasure.
     His powerful hands jerked back on my body, pulling my cunt
back for each thrust as I sighed and grunted in response. A low
purring sound came from deep in my chest as my body loosened up and
accepted the deep, ruthless penetration and possession by the
powerful man.
     My breasts shook and trembled beneath me and began swelling.
My cunt warmed and my guts roiled. My breathing got heavier,
faster, more ragged, as  my senses swirled and danced. Behind me,
Al slid a finger down between my legs and jammed my clitty against
his pumping prong.
     Finally he came, his fingers digging in harder as his sperm
pumped into my belly. As soon as he moved away another took his
place, Mike. Mike took me the same way as Al, fucking me from
behind with my face against the floor.
     After him came Pete, then Joe, then two guys I didn't know.
Minute after minute my fears dropped away and I relaxed. After the
first couple of fucks I was pumping my ass back towards the guy
riding me, and when the fourth guy stuffed his cock into my hole I
came.
     From then on it was nothing but total, passionate sexual
gratification. My will, such as I still had, slipped away and I
reverted to my obedient slave self. And in that I found freedom,
cumming as they fucked me on my knees, cumming as they fucked me on
my back, cumming as they fucked me in the ass, and down the throat,
one, two, and three at a time, cumming as their big hands pawed and
probed my body.
     The truck bounced and rattled as we moved down a rutted,
potholed road for what seemed like ages. The guys had all fucked me
at least once, and sometimes twice and so I was just sitting there
against the side of the van, in a soft buzz. 
     The van stopped and Mike and Pete got out of the passenger
doors. Then they slid open the side of the van and Al moved towards
it, pulling me with him. Then, as I stood there, bent over a
little, my body gave a long shudder.
     We were in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, and a cabin stood
a few dozen yards in front of me. Between us and the cabin was a
crowd of big musclebound men, at least two dozen, and they were all
looking at me with desperate lust.
     I gave a moan as they surged forward and hands pulled me down
from the van. They were all over me like dogs fighting over a bone.
Cocks came at me from every direction and all my holes were soon
speared by savagely rutting cocks.
     But I was at ease, happy, back in the element that had become
my own. I didn't care about school or escape, wanted only to be
used and fucked and ridden hard, wanted to be chained and hung and
yes, spanked and slapped and whipped.
     Cums rippled through my body in a steady stream as cock after
cock pushed into my holes and cum poured into me. My mind cleared
of all problems and all worries as I gave myself over to the life
of a sex slave, and exulted in the realization of my total
subjugation.

     I was to be the first of many young women that would come up
to the cabin here, all carefully selected for their beauty. Most of
the others were unwilling, but tears would give way to acceptance
for them all, and soon they would grow to love their new lives.
Years and years would pass, and our group would grow, the men
powerful, strong, the women chained and obedient. 
     Children would be born, I myself had twelve. If they were
boys, they would grow up on a steady diet of meat and exercise,
learning to pump iron before they could tie their own shoelaces. If
they were girls, well, they never had to tie their shoelaces
because they never wore any shoes, or anything else. They were
trained in obedience and submissiveness.
     I was deeply satisfied, and took pride in the beauty and
sexual skills of my daughters, and the strength and virility of my
sons. Mostly though, I took pride in the fact that I had, more than
anybody else, been responsible for the formation of this wonderful
community. For it was my fantasy that had become true to life.
     For the guys, of course, it was even more of a fantasy. It
wasn't just the free use of women, but also the domination and
possession of a lovely, young, to them, snooty college girls. I
knew that simply from the girls who arrived at the farm, as they
called it.
     Certainly they were all lovely and young, some just into high
school, but there were more than a few college girls, and even a
few older women in their mid to late twenties, doctors, lawyers,
police women, army officers. All would be broken to the chains and
the will of the men, and all would be glad of it.
     Life was a sexual picnic, with orgy following orgy and gang
bang following gang bang. There were no taboos, no restrictions, no
constraints or limitations on sexual expression, and all of us were
happier and healthier for it.
     My first born daughter, Tammie, never wore a stitch of
clothing until her seventeenth birthday, when she left for her
first whoring session in the city. Each of the girls spent a few
weeks of the year in the city, under tight control of course. This
earned us enough money to get by on.
     By then we were so well settled, that there was no need to
kidnap new women. Our own kids provided the fresh young blood and
bodies. This then, is more than a fantasy, this life of mine. It is
nothing less than the complete fulfilment that all humans long for
and so few discover.

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