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| Forced2Fuck |
My words
OK, here we go again. This is the full “report” of my last victim, the subject of the last two postings on this Rapelog. Before you read this one you might want to read them (though many of you probably already have) to set the scene. The first is her feelings the day before her “rape”, the second her feeling immediately after the “rape”. This third one was written a week after the event, once she'd had time to get her head back together. As she, and all my other “victims” have said, straight after the “rape” everything is just a mad blur of excitement and terror, mindblowing sex and mindboggling abuse all jumbled up in one overwhelming mental maelstrom. It takes a few days for things to settle and a vague sense of order of proceedings to start to form. “H” has done pretty well piecing all the pieces of her “rape” jigsaw back together, though in truth the order of events (and a few minor details) are still completely mixed up!
And, and I can't say this enough times, this “rape” was, as always, 200% consensual - 100% on my part and 100% on hers. While we had never met, or even spoken on the phone, we had corresponded intensively in the preceeding two weeks and had built up … err, how shall I put it? … a suitable understanding. “H” wanted a no-limits, no-safeword rape and I had sussed her out completely in our correspondence to know what made her tick, how to play her and how far to push her. Every “rape” I do is different because every “victim” I “rape” is different. That is what makes it such fun. As I keep telling potential “victims” there is no right and no wrong when it comes to “rape” fantasy. For some the fantasy is relatively mild (well as mild as a fantasy involving being “raped” can be), for others it is much more at the extreme end of the scale. “H's” fantasy “rape” was definitely towards the extreme and of the scale! She wanted her “rape” to be as realistic as possible, complete with violence and humiliation aplenty.
Some readers may find this all a bit much, but this was “H's” fantasy and this was very definitely what she wanted. I'd hate to think that putting this up on my weblog might lead potential “victims” into thinking that I might be a little too hardcore for them. I pride myself in being able to get inside my “victims” heads and understand their needs, and to realise their fantasies however mild or wild they may be. I haven't had a single dissatisfied “customer” yet, and I don't intend to start having any any time soon!
Enough of me, over to you “H”…
Her words
I was at my friends' house up the road. He was looking after my dog for the day, for me. As I stood in his kitchen, my phone rang. I picked up the phone and checked the number. It was my own number. My own home number. This in itself almost made my legs buckle under me. I knew then you were in my house. To say I was terrified is a massive understatement. I got in the car and drove home. Very slowly I might add. I composed myself, got out of the car and walked through the front door. I was 80% expecting you to 'pounce' as soon as I entered the house. You did not. This threw me a little. I took my shoes off and was unsure what to do. Should I move, shouldn't I move? I knew you were in the house. I could see no evidence you were there, but you obviously were because of the phone call. I walked into the living room. Nothing. Everything nice and quiet and 'normal'. I walked past the dining room, looking into the room - nothing. I went into the kitchen. Nothing. I had a glass of water and waited a while, looking out of the window. My heart was seriously in my throat. I'm sure you must've heard it thudding.
It did cross my mind if you were fucking with my head. That you had entered the house, then left the house and were going to reappear later. Maybe you weren't even there and I was crapping myself over nothing…
I left the kitchen, had a quick look in the bathroom (empty!) and went back into the living room and put the television on. I decided to myself that you were upstairs. I bit the bullet, took a deep breath and walked up the stairs. I knew you were up there. I rapidly came to the conclusion that me stumbling across you was going to be less painful and traumatic than you 'jumping' me. Maybe? Well, that's what was going through my head at the time… I walked into the spare bedroom first (the place you were least likely to be). You weren't in there. Therefore you had to be in the main bedroom – there was nowhere else in the house you could be. I cannot begin to tell you at this stage how frightened I was. I was shaking like a leaf and I felt physically sick through fear.
I walked into the bedroom and braced myself. You weren't in there. I was slightly baffled but very scared. I just knew you were in the house and was really conscious and terrified in case you were watching me. I'd been back in the house for half an hour and there was no sign of you whatsoever. I walked back down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. I stood looking out of the window (with my back to the kitchen door) and had a drink. Everything looked so peaceful and tranquil outside.
Suddenly I felt my hair being ripped from my head and a hand clamped over my mouth to silence me. I was being dragged by my hair out of the kitchen, quicker than I thought my legs could carry me. I do know I was being dragged, and that I was terrified, but not much of this part is very clear to me. I can't remember anything until you slammed me up against the wall in the dining room. You had a baseball bat, which you pushed into my face and threatened me with. You told me to be quiet. I agreed, I was too frightened to do anything else. You didn't appear to be 'playing'. You were very forceful, deadly serious, and very 'full-on', which was really frightening, much more so than I thought I would be.
I'd instinctively kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see you; I'm not sure why, I don't think I wanted to be more scared than I already was! You told me to open my eyes and look at you. I did. You were wearing a black balaclava and I could only see your eyes. They were piercing; they looked cold and menacing. You threatened me and told me to do exactly as you say else you'd kill me. You threatened to beat me to death with the baseball bat, which you were forcing in my mouth, and then holding it against my throat, pinning me against the wall with it and stopping my airflow. You slapped my face a few times until you were satisfied I'd understood you.
You then dragged me forward and threw me face down onto the table. You kicked my legs open and restrained them to the table. You restrained my hands behind my back. You wrapped tape around my face and eyes so that I could not see. You started to rip at my clothes. I can't really remember much about what happened next. I'm not sure if you wanted me to get onto the floor but I remember trying to move backwards and falling.
So I was flat on my back on the floor, my hands underneath me, legs loosely restrained still to the table. You ripped my dress open, exposing my underwear. You were still verbally threatening me, and you were kicking me. You were kicking me in the cunt (that is so horny!) and kicking my legs when I wasn't opening them wide enough (possibly something to do with the fact you were kicking me in the cunt J). You were kicking my sides and I was concentrating on keeping my fingers underneath me so they didn't get caught.
You pulled my tits out of my bra and were pulling my nipples, squeezing my tits hard and hitting them. You pulled my knickers right up my cunt until I squealed in pain. You were treading on me, treading on my face and body, like I was a worthless piece of shit on the floor. You told me that you could kill me, so, so easily, which I was in no doubt you could, but you said you might consider having some fun with me first…
*I know you'd possibly like to post this as a weblog. If this is the case then maybe I should add something about the fact that all this was 100% consensual, by both parties. I happen to love having the shit knocked out of me during a scene. I find it as horny as hell and with the rape play it made it extremely realistic. I get off on being scared, as I had told you, and we extensively discussed play preferences / limits / safewords etc., before embarking on this scene. Nothing happened that I didn't want to happen and I am ecstatically happy with how the scene turned out.*
Ok, I'll carry on…
You grabbed my tits with both hands and told me to get up. My hands were restrained, my legs were loosely restrained. You were pulling me up by my tits and told me that if I didn't get up, you would haul me up by my tits. I didn't doubt you for a second, so I struggled to get to my feet but couldn't due to the restraints. You pulled harder on my tits and threatened me and I finally managed to get to my feet. You bent me over the table and restrained me tightly to the table. You gagged me. You asked me if I knew what the noise was. I said I didn't know (well, tried to say, as I was gagged). I have no idea why I said this as I had heard you removing the belt from your trousers (I was probably trying to keep my cunt from leaking 
). You asked me if I wanted another clue and you hit me hard with the belt, letting the harsh leather crack down on my arse. You asked again and I said 'belt'. You hit me some more and asked me if I was sure. I was in no doubt
You ran your hands up and down my inner thighs, just missing my cunt every time. You were telling me you were going to violate me, and that you had watched my husband leave the house and you knew he wouldn't be home that day. Therefore there was no need to rush anything. You had all day to torture and abuse me.
You cut the rest of my clothes off (judging by the remnants of my dress afterwords you must have used a knife of scissors to do so). I was now completely exposed. I remember I was desperate for you to touch me at this point, and every time your hand went near me I was willing it to touch my cunt, but you didn't. This felt as though it lasted ages.
You had by now got your cock out. You teased it around my entrance for a short while, grasping handfuls of hair and forcing my face into the hard wood of the table. You then let me have the full length of your cock in one go, thrusting deep inside me. I felt soaking wet but I gasped when your cock entered me so deeply, hitting my cervix. You fucked me hard. Very hard. My legs and arms restrained tightly and my head being held into the table, I had no other choice than to take what was being given to me. It didn't take long before I came, an orgasm ascending through my body from nowhere, making my cunt spasm, but not putting you off your stride. You kept on fucking me hard, I'm not sure if I came again here, or not.
You pulled out, undid my restraints and told me to turn over on the table. You dragged my arse towards the end of the table, restrained my arms and fucked me whilst I was on my back. You fucked me long and hard, banging away at my cervix.
You pulled out of me and untied me, but I was still wearing restraints. You told me to get to my knees and you put your cock in my mouth. You were ordering me to deep throat your cock, which I was trying my hardest to do (I've had no problems with others!), but I could not get it all in my mouth and throat. You put your finger at the base of your cock and told me my nose had to make contact with your finger else you'll beat me. I was trying so hard to do it, but just couldn't 
I simply don't have enough space in my head!!
You held my head and fucked my mouth. I started to gag as your huge cock was hitting the back of my throat, just as it had been hitting my cervix minutes before.
You made me lie down. I can't remember whether or not this was on the floor or on the table. You asked if I was going to squirt for you. By the time I got round to thinking about it and answering, you had put your fingers in my cunt and I immediately began gushing. How embarrassing! I have never, ever squirted the second I was touched. I hadn't squirted that much previously before, it's certainly not a common occurrence for me. It was instantaneous. I carried on gushing, and cumming, as you worked your fingers inside me. I think this went to show what a heightened sexual level I was at by this stage.
You then restrained me to the table, bent over with my arse and cunt exposed. You fucked my cunt a while, then you pulled out and teased your cock around my arse. Your cock was soaking wet from my juices and although my arse was tight it appeared to very much want your cock in it!! You teased it in, and to my amazement it slid all the way in (anal has never been that simple for me). Don't get me wrong, it hurt like hell, but it was also as horny as fuck. You continued to thrust your cock deep inside my arse. I'm sure I was whimpering quite a lot. You asked me on a scale of 1 to 10, what level the pain was at. I think it started at about 8. You then asked on the same scale, what the pleasure was at, I think that started at 6. You kept fucking my arse and asking me where I was on the scale – I believe I ended up at about 3 and 10, in that order!
You dragged me by my hair into the bathroom. You pushed me to the floor and forced my head down the toilet. My knees dug into the hard ceramic floor and my arms were restrained behind my back. You forced my head deep into the bowl and you kept hold of the handful of hair you had, so I could not pull away from where you wanted me to be. As I knelt, you stuck your cock up my arse and fucked me hard, my head being forced down the bowl further with every thrust. You told me that that was all I was fit for, being fucked with my head down the toilet. You flushed the toilet on my head whilst you rammed the whole of your cock up my arse, over and over again.
I was then dragged into the kitchen. You pushed me forward and bent me over close to the sink – in exactly the same place as I was first 'snatched'. You grabbed my hair and held my head back as you fucked me up the arse again. There was a picture of my husband on the windowsill, immediately in front of me. You forced me to keep my eyes open and look at the photo as you fucked me hard up my arse. I'm not quite sure how this happened, but I started squirting. You were only fucking me up the arse, there was no vaginal contact whatsoever, but I was squirting and my juices were teaming down the insides of both my legs. The juices pissing out of my cunt felt amazing as you fucked my arse, which resulted in another mind-blowing orgasm.
You then dragged me back out into the hallway. You pulled my puppy's bed out and made me kneel in it. I did think to myself 'oh my God, you really can't do this to me', but obviously never said anything as you had free rein to do whatever you wanted. You fucked me senseless whilst you held me forced down into the dog bed. This really was rather degrading. I almost cried at this point, I was at the point of absolute surrender by this stage, and I was just a body for you to abuse.
You then dragged me up and pulled me into the living room. You made me kneel on the floor, and again you took me from behind, ramming your huge cock up deep inside me, bashing the walls of my cervix. My knees hurt from being on the hard floors so much and having you drilling my body into them, but I guessed your knees must be hurting too! My cunt felt very sore and bruised by this stage, but I was still extremely wet.
Again you got up, grasped a handful of my hair, and took me with you as you headed for the bathroom. You mentioned something about fisting me, which sent a shiver up my spine, as well as other places! I haven't been fisted that much, and there's more who tried and failed, than who succeeded. You told me to get down on the bathroom floor. I lay on the cold ceramic floor on my back. You sat down in front of me and told me to open my legs, which I did. You told me wider, but they were already at full tilt, I tried harder and you told me again. The second you put your hand near my cunt I believe I was squirting again. This time though, you put more fingers inside me and started working my cunt. I found this so incredibly horny. You didn't use any lube, you had no need to, my cunt was providing more than enough natural lubrication of its' own.
I wasn't restrained at this point, and I couldn't help my hand wandering down towards my clit. I was waiting for you to shout at me for wanting to touch myself, but thankfully you didn't. I touched my clit and began to rub it. It was soaking wet and nicely swollen. I still expected you to move my hand away, but I desperately didn't want you to, it felt fucking amazing. Your hand must have been four fingers into my cunt, working around to getting the last part in. At this stage I had an enormous climax, ripping through my entire body. You were fully in me at this point and you started fist fucking me, bringing about multiple orgasms, one after the other. You punch fisted me hard. I was wedged into the corner, behind the door in the bathroom. I was crawling the walls, the orgasms were sending me I don't know where – somewhere I don't think I've been before.
I think I may have been moving too much, I don't know, but you decided that you wanted me restrained. I still had restraints around my wrists and so you proceeded to position my hands around the back of my legs, so I was effectively holding my legs up and open. You struggled a little to fasten the cuffs together with your one free hand. You encouraged me to help you, as removing your other hand from my cunt would have been painful for me, which you reminded me of. The cuffs clicked into place, so I was flat on my back, with my legs almost up the wall, my hands tightly restrained and you carrying on punch fisting me. I've never experienced being fisted like that before, it was fucking awesome. But I'm sure I was squealing like a pig most the way through this…
I was then led up the stairs (hair first!) and thrown onto the bed. I was face down on the bed and you climbed on top of me and fucked my cunt with my legs closed. You then made me turn over and you pulled my legs apart. You went down on me and started licking and mouthing my clit. Fucking hell. Almost instantly I felt on the edge of orgasm. I have a bit of a mental block with oral – I just have it in my head that I can't cum with oral, therefore I never do. That's not to say I didn't love this, it was so fucking horny. I'm not sure you could tell how close I was, but you slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt, sending me into overdrive! I began squirting (again!) and I was squirting into your mouth as you licked my clit and cunt. At this point I knew I was going to cum but honestly didn't want to. It was too good to cum then, if that makes sense. I didn't want anything to change or stop. I held off as long as I could. Teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long was mind-blowing. I could feel the orgasm building up in my body and I knew there was no stopping it. It just took over me like a huge wave, which is probably likened to what was leaving my cunt at that particular time!
That orgasm was very definitely the biggest and best orgasm I've ever had in my life. I didn't think you could get them that good!
You then restrained my legs to the top of the bed, so that my knees were around my ears. You then vaginally fucked me into the following week J. With my legs in that position, you were bashing my cervix with the end of your cock on every thrust. You fucked me like this for ages… At one point you slowed down and asked if that's how my husband made love to me, but even with the slow strokes of your huge cock it was still bringing tears to my eyes. You had started kissing me, I kissed you back. You asked if it was humiliating being kissed by my rapist. Indeed it was. I'm not a 'kissy' person – you may have noticed – but I enjoyed kissing you. I think I ended up helping myself a little there…. There's something weird about wanting to kiss someone you've never seen, I just found it, and you, incredibly horny.
You then restrained my arms to the bottom of the bed. It was a very testing position to be in, but very erotic. You fucked me some more. My legs were killing me by this stage and I told you so. You reminded me we were playing without a safeword, which I was well aware of, so you compromised and said I had the choice of my legs staying where they were and us carrying on, or you would release my legs but you would fuck my arse again. This was a tough call, as my arse felt as though it was in tatters by this stage, but my legs were in agony. I opted for the less painful legs and more painful arse option! (You certainly know how to spoil a girl!)
Back downstairs we went and I was dragged into the bathroom. Apart from the beginning, this was the scariest part of the scene for me. There were a couple of moments upstairs when I thought you were almost getting towards 'nice', but you changed again downstairs and became cold and a complete bastard again. As soon as you made me stand in front of the washbasin and pulled my arms to the back of the unit to restrain my wrists behind it, I guessed what you were going to do. I didn't know if I was more scared of you drowning me, or having your fat cock up my battered arse and cunt again!
You put your cock up my arse again. The pain and pleasure mixed dramatically. You started running water into the sink. You were telling me to spread my legs. The further I spread my legs, the further my body was forced downwards and I couldn't see a way that my head was going to be at a level where I could get air as it was already on the bottom of the sink. Water was filling up around my head. I started to almost panic and I started fighting not to take lungfuls of water. You proceeded to fill the sink and fuck my arse. It was amazing. I was genuinely petrified. You kept holding me under the water by my hair and I had to fight like fuck to come up and take a lungful of air. I could feel you getting more and more excited, and the more into this you got, the more you wanted to hold my head in the water. I tried my hardest to go as long as I could for you without resisting, I don't believe I fared too badly. You were fucking my arse so hard that the easiest place for my body to be was with my head resting on the bottom of the sink. This position had obvious drawbacks!! The top of my breastbone was sore from being pounded against the hard sink. As you became closer to cumming, you were drawing my body away from the sink, but keeping my head submerged. This pulled me into a position where I was physically unable to resist you, and I could do nothing but surrender to you completely. I prayed that you came, to save me from drowning, which you did. You held my head under the water and pounded my arse until you let your balls empty into the condom deep within me. This was one of those scenes that get hornier and hornier each time you think about it. Each time I look back on it, I remember the fear I felt, and how you genuinely had the real-life choice whether to kill me or not. I find this as horny as hell.
I have to say that by this time, which must have been a good few hours, I felt as though I'd have been very happy with a hospital bed for a couple of weeks. I was completely, totally and utterly fucked. Mentally and physically.
You undid my restraints from the sink and took me into the hallway. It's a flagstone floor and you told me to lie on it, on my back. You said you were going to see if you could make me squirt again. This kind of filled me with panic again, and I naively explained to you that I didn't think I had any squirt left (which I genuinely didn't think I did have). I think you said that we'll see… Again, you put your fingers inside me and I started squirting again, immediately. As you worked your fingers around my cunt I was gushing so much fluid it was quite incredible. I was almost literally swimming in it, and at one point I felt as though I was sliding along the floor I came again, orgasm ripping through me, which I'm sure made me spurt more than ever. When you had finished, you made me clean my mess up from the floor, as it was a definite slip hazard, which I did
All the way through the scene, you were asking me how many times I had cum. I lost count several times, it was too many to count! I think you did more keeping count than me, but we worked it out to be in the region of 18 times by the end of the scene. This is unheard of by my standards; I'm a bit of a 2 or 3 girl, with half a dozen during a scene being pretty amazing. I didn't think it possible to cum more than half a dozen times in a scene. Shows how wrong I was!
I was then dragged into the bathroom and told to get into the bath. You made me bend over, whilst still stood up, whilst you fucked me. I asked if I could piss and you said I could, whilst you were inside me. I tried and tried, but it wouldn't happen. I tried for ages, but the only thing that was happening was kidney-ache! You pulled out and let me start pissing, then you shoved your cock up me again and I stopped! We tried this a couple of times, then eventually I think I was able to piss whilst you were fucking me. It felt wonderful.
You then made me go into the living room. You pulled a chair away from the wall and bent me over it. You went to fuck me in the arse but by this time I was just physically unable to take any more.
You gagged me but I think I was still squealing like a pig so you fucked me vaginally instead. This was still extremely painful for me, as my cunt was in tatters and bruised internally more than it ever had been before in my life. You fucked me from behind, my now limp body forced over the chair and being abused for your pleasure. I don't think I had much fight left in me at this point, although the pain was severe. You bashed away on my already bruised cervix, with nowhere for me to escape to.
You then dragged me onto the living room floor and you sat on the settee. You made me lick your arse and tongue fuck it whilst you wanked. You told me what a filthy whore I was licking strangers arses (which you probably had a fair point with). I fondled your balls and tried to get my tongue as far up your arse as I could.
You stood up and put your cock into my mouth. You held my head and fucked my face until you shot your spunk down my throat. I didn't taste that much as your cock was so far down my throat when you came, I could feel your cock pulsating in my throat.
You sat down and told me I could sit at your feet. There was nowhere I'd rather have been at that point in time. I wanted to lie on the floor though, as I think I must have caught my back at some point as it hurt. You allowed me to do this. We had a bit of a chat, and then you took me back into the bathroom. You made me kneel in the bath and you came and stood in front of me. You held my head back and told me to open my mouth. You started pissing in my mouth. You definitely piss like a horse! (From what I can imagine – I haven't done w/s with a horse!!). I swallowed what I could, but there was no way I could swallow all of it, it was coming so thick and fast I couldn't keep up. Your piss ran all down my body.
I then ran you a bath, you got dressed and left.
Thank you again for such an amazing experience. I'm sure you are well aware how I feel about it – the memory will undoubtedly grow old with me
| 13 Jul 09, 7:51 PM astrid_the_spy UK(G), 8 yrs  |
Don't know that I believe you are genuine but that story was hot anyway. | |
| 14 Jul 09, 2:56 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Astrid Nothing to hide here. If you are serious about wanting a similar experience to the one described here, then I can put you in touch with a previous victim and you can speak to her and she can tell you, woman to woman, that I am 100% genuine and 100% for real. (And that goes for anyone else who's seriously considering fulfilling their "rape" fantasy too.) But thanks for taking the time to comment (even if you do doubt my genuineness!) Glad it hit the spot. I'll be more than happy to hit you anywhere else should the opportunity ever arise...
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| 14 Jul 09, 4:31 PM astrid_the_spy UK(G), 8 yrs |
The writing style of yours and your victimes is just very similar. Hence my disbelief... Call me a cynic. But as I said your story hit the spot | |
| 14 Jul 09, 5:01 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Hey, no worries ... you gotta call it as it is. I'm one of life's cynic's too and share your general viewpoint. If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. But what can I say ... in this case it is 100% true. I'd like to think that what you are in fact picking up on is they are both well-written, which in this day and age is a bit of a rarity. A suspicious rarity in your eyes! I'm not going to apologise for the fact that both my victim and myself are intelligent, well educated people with a good writing style. All the other "rape reports" on my weblog are 100% true too. Have you read those? Are they all too similar in style for you too? They are written by three different people (four including my introductions and comments). Have a read and judge for yourself. I'd be interested in hearing what you think. And, as previously stated, the offer for you to speak to a previous victim(s) to verfiy me stands. If I was just yet another fantasist, would I make such an offer?
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| 14 Jul 09, 6:23 PM Sweet_Intoxication 4 yrs |
I used to be intelligent, but my brains got fucked out a week last Friday, by err, you! I must admit, I've looked back over the past week or so and have questioned myself whether it was actually real or if I imagined it all. Then I've either moved or gone to the toilet, and realised it actually did happen because of the pain!
If it wasn't real, my account of events would have stopped after the third time he fucked me as I was totally knackered, I'd have made his excuses and I'd have gone to bed - on my own!
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| 25 Jul 09, 3:13 PM latexsafi UK(SO), 4 yrs |
You may not believe it but I know the lady in question (not the owner of this weblog) and last night a saw the pictures and the video of the rape. All I can say is that's one hell of a python you have between your legs mate and she did well to take it in every orifice. | |
| 24 Aug 11, 2:14 PM Abilicious UK(M), 16 mths |
Iv read quite a few of these write ups now and they are very hot! | |
| 24 Aug 11, 7:26 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Reading write ups may be hot, but it's lukewarm at best compared to experiencing it at first hand... |
