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| Forced2Fuck |
My Words
This "report" was written by the "victim" at my behest a few days after the incident (which took place the week before last), while things were still relatively fresh in her head. As she points out at the start, exactly what happened to her was all a bit of a blur (a fact obviously not helped by the disorientating fact that she was kept blindfolded throughout!). But she has done well and I'd say it was about a 90% accurate account of events.
As ever I had done my homework and found out what made her tick. She was only young – a 20 year old at University – but she'd had forced sex fantasies for as long as she could remember and was 100% adamant that that was what she desperately wanted. Her other “big thing” was age-play so I managed to combine both her deepest, darkest, strongest fantasies into one highly charged, red hot afternoon of mutually enjoyable nastiness!
The agreed back story was that I would “break in” to her bedroom in the shared student house she lived in (i.e. she would leave her lock on the latch) and jump her and “rape” her as per her long-held fantasy. After about three hours of use and abuse I (the “rapist”) would tie her up in a compromising position on her bed and leave. A few minutes later her “father” would arrive to visit her at Uni and find her trussed up and exposed. He would then untie her and comfort her after her ordeal. For the first part of the scenario I (the “rapist”) kept her blindfolded throughout so that when I reappeared as her “father” later on we would be two distinct characters in her mind!
OK, enough of me, let's hear what she thought…
Her Words
What do I remember? It's odd, because despite me thinking about it all the time, I actually remember very little. I remember before you came I was lying in bed, heart pumping, breathing fast, and the music blaring too loudly to let me drift off so that you'd actually wake me up. I remember my heart skipping a beat every time there was a noise outside my room, hoping and fearing that it would be you.
Then suddenly you were in my room, hand over my mouth, and me thinking, what if by some horrible coincidence this was not the man who I had been expecting, but someone really wanting to hurt me (without my permission). Then you said something, I can't remember what, but it made me know it was you. But the underlying fear still stood, I was reluctant at any point to say 'red', just in case you didn't stop, and I really was in trouble, so at a couple of points I let things go for longer than they should. You slapped my face, and held your hands over my mouth and eyes, so I could say nothing and see nothing. Then you threatened me, saying that if I made any noise you'd kill me so I struggled to move. You proceeded to hold my nose as well as my mouth, and then told me that you would do it again if you had to, but only if I didn't do as I was told.
You pulled me onto my knees on the bed and pushed a gag into my mouth, tying it tightly behind my head. You then tied tape round my head, I could instantly feel myself want to cry out to stop but kept it to myself.
You then pushed me down onto the bed, face first and pushed my head into the pillow, and pulled my left hand behind my back and put some rope on it, and then the other one and tied them together. You then ordered me to roll onto my back. You got off me for a bit and I couldn't tell what you were doing, I tried to loosen the ropes, without succeeding, so I lay there, trying to listen to what you were doing. You then pushed my legs apart and got between them. And put your hand between my legs, and felt how wet my cunt was and called me a slut. You pulled my knickers until they ripped off me. You lay on me and teased me with your cock pressing against my cunt. You spoke to me constantly, mainly threats, and then you checked to see how wet I was again, and took the gag out my mouth, you said that there were only two reasons I could be this wet right now, either I was wanking before you got there, or I was excited by this. I told you it was that I was excited and you called me a slut again for being excited by this. I begged you not to rape me, and you laughed, and said that you weren't going to rape me; you were only going to rob me. But now that I mentioned it, you realised that rape would be more fun and would affect me more. Robbing me would actually work in my favour as it would mean that I would get all new things on the insurance. If you were to rape me though that wouldn't be covered on insurance and the memory would stay with me forever. You said that as a student I was probably covered on my parents home insurance policy and asked me whether we should call my parents and ask them if their policy covered me for rape. I pleaded with you not to. You asked me how many people I had sex with, I replied with three, and you said that soon it would be four, and you would whore me out to others to make me better at sex. Then you stuffed the knickers you'd torn off me into my mouth.
You roughly stuck our cock into me, forcing me to whimper as you hit my cervix. You only thrust a few times before getting off me and pulling me to the floor so that I was kneeling, you saw that I had managed to loosen the rope on my wrists a little bit and so untied them and told me to use them and told me to suck your cock. I gagged quickly as I am not used to doing this and went too far too quickly, this made it hard to keep going, but you made me continue, saying that you would be nice and teach me how to suck someone off expertly and that I should be grateful because number five, six and seven on my list of men would be thankful that you had made me better. I did this for a while, then you pulled me to my feet and bent me over the bed and told me to keep my back arched. And you fucked me while I tried to stay steady. My shins aching from being forced into the metal bed over and over again.
When you got bored of this you pushed me face first onto the bed again, and tied my hands with cuffs that I wouldn't be able to get out of. And put cuffs on my ankles. You sat in between my legs and told me to keep my legs open I realised that you were trying to fit your fist in me, I was scared, it hurt a lot, but although part of me was screaming for you to stop, another, stronger part, was hoping you got your fist in. You told me it was easy to fit in three fingers because I was so wet. Then you put the forth in, which hurt, you made it feel good though. And this was the first time I came that day, and the second, when you had your hand up to your knuckles in me, the pain and pleasure so intense that I couldn't stop myself. I had to close my legs in an attempt to stop you going on. But you slapped me, and continued. So I came again, finally I begged you to stop and after continuing a little longer you did. You slapped my arse a few times, and my tits, then you lay down and told me to suck your cock again. I did. You told me what I should do, wetter, deeper, suck more, but the pain of the tape covering my eyes too tightly was beginning to take over any other pain I may have felt, and I had to get you to change to a blindfold to alleviate the headache. After you did this you pushed me back so my head was over the bed end. You pulled my hair and I moaned in pain, so you pinched my nipple and said, you hair doesn't hurt anymore does it, because only one part of you can hurt at once. Then you fucked me, roughly my legs in the air, and my arms cuffed around them to make sure I held them there. You did this for a while and then unattached my arms and legs, and pulled me down the bed slightly and tried again to fit your hand inside me, at this point I squirted and you asked me whether I knew I was. I have never, as I told you, squirted before, and this was an odd thing for me. You kept going and made me squirt more and more and then forced me to drink in some of my own cum, which I hated. You asked me if I wanted this, I said no. You told me that you'd do a deal; if I didn't squirt again then you would stop making me drink it. But I couldn't stop squirting when you did whatever you were doing to me. And you rubbed it on my face. I whimpered in disgust and you did it again.
Then you abruptly stopped and got off the bed pulled me off it too and told me to stand against the door. Arms against it and you spanked me. It hurt, but I love it. It got a little much and I moved, so you got a whip and used that, on my breasts and cunt and arse. Then you fuck me as I stood there. My legs started shaking from the angle I was standing, and I stumbled forward, you laughed at me as I lost balance, and I changed so I had my hands on the floor for more balance. You said that either I stay like this, or you will find a way to hurt me. I stayed still. But my legs shook and ached. After what seemed like ages, you stopped and pushed me to the floor, so I was kneeling. You told me to suck your cock again, so I started, you slowly pinned me head against the door and your cock. I could barely move my head in fear that I would hit my head. You talked at me. You asked me how it felt to be so close to the door and to being free from your clutches, and how close to being out of this situation. I didn't reply. I liked being pinned against the wall, and I would have liked if you had held me there more, more choking, though not for longer time. And I wish I had struggled more so that you had to hold me there.
Eventually you got bored of this too, and pushed me onto the bed again, face down, you tied me hands together again, and spanked me. Then you got the cane, which I am afraid of. You hit me once and I moved my hands to try to stop you. You told me to move my hands, or you would hit them, and that you had no problem with doing so. Then you continued, each time, I tried to stop you, I squirmed and tried to roll over, but you hit my breasts and I rolled back to stop this. You did this for a while, I tried to concentrate on the music so that it hurt less, but it didn't work. In time you turned me over and fucked me. You untied my hands first and told me to hug you, telling me how humiliated I must feel having to hold my rapist. You ordered me to put my legs around you, and you fucked me deeply, by now I was aching everywhere. I started to cry, only out of one eye, you thought I wasn't really crying because you only checked one, but I really was. You told me that you wouldn't stop until I cried real tears. At which point I felt defiant and didn't want to. I lay still, refusing to let you get to me. Then you were talking close to my mouth, I turned away, angry at you. And you saw I didn't want to kiss you, so forced me to. Told me to use tongues, and kissed me. As I tongue kissed you you came, and I hated you at this point. You got off me and I curled up. You said something, I can't remember what, but it was threats. Then you tied my hands and feet together. So I was lying on my back unable to move. And you started to tell me I had two options. Either you could leave me there naked, gagged and bound to be found looking like a raped whore by my dad who was due to come round later on in the afternoon, or you could kill me. You choked me again briefly as you showed me how easily you could kill me. I chose to be left there to be discovered by my dad. Then you got dressed, gagged me and left the room ...
Then my daddy arrived. My daddy pulled away the cover and was shocked to find my bruised body underneath. He untied and ungagged me and asked me what had happened and I told him. He wanted to call the police but I wouldn't let him. He began to rub me better, stroking me and comforting me. He got into bed with me and began to help me relax. Then daddy asked me if I wanted to be kissed better in the places I was really sore, I said yes. So he got between my legs and started to kiss me better. I came, and it felt great. Then Daddy gently fucked me. Then he got behind me and we spooned, this bit is a little hazy, as I was tired but he came and we stopped...
Then we became ourselves and we spoke to each other, then as we kissed goodbye you got me horny again and made me cum again and almost once more, but I had to stop you as by this point I really was too sore.
Conclusion
Did she enjoy it? Well she texted me the next day to ask if we could do it all over again! Which is where we are now. What do you think? Should I “rape” her and make her suffer? Or not “rape” her and make her suffer even more? Answers on the back of a weblog please …
Edited Wed 1 Jul 09, 2:40 PM by Forced2Fuck
| 31 May 09, 12:30 PM jules9 UK(CH), 2 yrs    |
Yummy - more please!!!
Incidentally, yet another thread I will be showing to Daddy... XxX | |
| 1 Jun 09, 11:17 PM daddyslittlegirl UK(CB), 3 yrs  |
definately rape her again! :P | |
| 1 Jul 09, 2:41 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 2 yrs |
I will little girl, don't you worry about that, I will... | |
| 5 Jul 09, 1:19 AM daddyslittlegirl UK(CB), 3 yrs |
When? when! |
