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My Words
Hello again "rape" fans. Well, seeing as you're reading a clearly marked posting about "rape" I shall assume you're all "rape" fans who don't have a problem with FANTASY "rape" scenes between CONSENTING adults. If you do have an issue with such role-play then PLEASE stop reading now, this post is NOT for you.
Still reading? Good, I shall assume I'm amongst "friends". It is not my intention to offend or upset ANYONE. As my profile clearly states I am offering a "service" to help the surprisingly large number of women for whom "rape" is a fantasy that just won't go away, and to enable them to fulfill their dream should they WANT it fulfilling. Many of these women are happy leaving this fantasy as just that, a fantasy, but there are also many others who would like to live it out, even just the once, if only they could find a "safe" way of doing so.
Hopefully these 100% GENUINE reports will give some of these women the confidence and reassurance that they are not alone in having these "wrong" thoughts, and that the "wrong" thoughts they've been having half their lives are not wrong at all and are in fact unbelievably common. And ultimately, should they so wish, that it IS possible to live the dream, and that there IS someone out there who takes the time and trouble to understand what their particular dream is (the "rape" in one person's head is always different from the "rape" in everyone else's), and can make their dream come true.
Anyway, back to business. What you're about to read is the account of this "victims" second "rape". Her first "rape" is chronicled in the last but one entry on this weblog, so if you haven't already read it you might want to catch up with that one before you read this.
But enough of my ramblings, let the "raping" begin...
Her Words
I was totally unable to concentrate or indeed do anything constructive all morning. You had given me instructions to be at the apartment at 1215 hr. I maybe got there a couple or three minutes late. I had no idea whether you would arrive before me or after me. I honestly don't know which I would have preferred. I suppose with you being there it'll happen quicker, whereas I would have time to sit and stew in my own juices if I was waiting, knowing that your arrival was imminent. I can't tell you how frightened I was. To the point that I was questioning what I was doing…
I was petrified entering the apartment. When I walked in, it was silent. But after the last time I knew it would be if you were in there anyway. I quickly offloaded my bags in the kitchen and took my boots off. Rather than standing there crapping myself, I'd have rather got it over and done with, so I decided to go and find you if you were already in there. I tentatively walked into every room in the apartment. It became apparent that you weren't in there. I think this was possibly worse than me walking in there with you already there…
I sat down in the living room. I'm not sure I heard you come through the door, but I did hear the last few footsteps you took towards me before you grasped a good handful of my hair before forcing me to the floor and holding a knife to my throat. You threatened me verbally and then you lifted me by my hair onto a chair. I instinctively kept my eyes shut, but you made me open them. You held the knife closely to my throat. I opened my eyes and you ran it over my face and very close to my eyes. I was absolutely petrified. I could see your eyes through the holes in your balaclava. I could see no element of 'play' in them whatsoever. These are the bits of the scene I want to remember very clearly, but I just can't, I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm so scared at the time, maybe it's because there was so much going on, I don't know.
You dragged me off the chair, by my hair, and you threw me over the settee. I waited, extremely nervously, for you. I heard a 'swoosh', then a sharp pain across my arse. You had a cane. I think I was more frightened of the fact it was a cane, than the actual pain I received from it. I still had my skirt on and this cushioned the pain a little. I had a fleeting thought go through my head that you would only hit me with it on top of my clothes. Err, wrong! After the first hit, you lifted my skirt and let me have another one at the top of my legs. The pain from the cane is different; it's sharp and deeply intense. However, you thrashing me was making me very wet.
I heard you remove the belt from your trousers. I then felt it make contact with my arse; a good, hard, perfectly placed strike. You gave me a good thrashing with it. You gave me some good strokes with your belt, it felt quite forceful; it felt good. You alternated between the cane and your belt a few times.
You again grabbed my hair and dragged me across the floor. You were literally dragging me at this point – that was extremely horny 
You decided to walk around and have a look at the apartment and you dragged me with you. My knees were sore from scrambling around and trying to keep up with you. I believe you then thrashed me again a little, though this part is sketchy. You certainly threatened me again with the knife in my face. I was lying on my back on the cold hard floor, and you were towering over me.
You dragged me to my feet and made me sit on a chair. You tied my legs to the chair and blindfolded me with tape. My wrists were secured behind my back, and then tied to the chair. You got some rope and tied this around my neck. You pulled tight, which forced my head into quite a severe backward position, which I knew would be quite challenging. The rope was rather tight, and it wasn't long before I was struggling a little to breathe. You were talking to me; I can't really remember what you were saying. I'm not sure how long I was like this. I remember you telling me that you could smell the wetness of my cunt, which I've no doubt you could, as I was extremely horny by this stage.
Breathing became a real effort for me. I started to feel myself losing consciousness. You were talking, but I've no idea what you were saying to me. You were cutting my shirt off with a knife; I remember that. I think you cut my knickers with the knife too. You were pulling my cunt piercings and you exposed my tits and I think you were biting my nipples – it was incredibly horny. You put clamps / pegs on my nipples. They felt tight, and good. I'm sure my nipples are directly linked to my clit.
You laid the chair on it's back, so you could gain access to my cunt. I was absolutely gagging for you to touch me by this stage, which I'm sure you noticed. You straddled me and pushing your cock downwards, penetrated my cunt with your rock hard huge cock. You began to fuck me hard, thrusting downwards inside me. It felt enormous, stretching my cunt even though I was soaking wet. The position the chair was in though had forced my head forward, which caused my neck to pull on the rope, making it even tighter around my neck. From when you first entered me, I couldn't really get air into my lungs. I find this incredibly erotic, as I had previously told you. You were fucking me and I couldn't breathe. It wasn't very long at all before I felt an enormous orgasm rising.
The next thing I remember is you were untying me. As soon as I was untied you dragged me by my hair into the bedroom and made me stand up. You removed my clothes and made me get onto the bed.
Much of this is incredibly sketchy still. You started fucking me. Hard. I had an orgasm building again, but you noticed this and wouldn't allow me to cum. You kept starting and stopping, every time it appeared I was going to cum. You then pulled out your cock and put your fingers inside me. It wasn't long before I was squirting my juices everywhere. You went down on me and started teasing my clit with your tongue and mouth. It was driving me mad. You had ordered me not to cum and I began to beg for permission to cum as it was beyond my capabilities to hold the orgasm. This felt like it went on forever. I'm not very talented in holding back orgasms You kept stopping though, and preventing my orgasm escaping. It really was killing me, which I think I told you at the time.
Eventually you sucked my cunt to orgasm. It was fucking amazing. You then fucked my cunt again and I believe I came again almost immediately. You brought my legs up around my head and as you fucked me I swear half of you was in my cervix. It was incredibly painful but at the same time incredibly horny. I still had the clamps / pegs on my nipples. They had been on a considerable length of time by now. I do find this an incredible turn-on, but the pain was actually beginning to overcome any other pleasure, or pain, I was receiving. I asked if they could be removed You laughed and told me if you removed the clamps / pegs from my nipples, it would result in you having to rape my arse. One of your lovely Catch 22 situations again. It's like being able to choose what form of punishment to die from…
I believe you put my gag back in for me (I can't honestly remember when you first gagged me), and removed the clamp / peg from my right nipple. Fuck. The pain was intense. Sharp, deep, searing pain from my nipple and the surrounding area. I tried so hard not to make a sound, and I don't think I did for a second or two – I couldn't – but then I cried into my gag and into the bed, even I was aware of how much noise I was making. You were still raping me at this point. You sank your teeth into my released nipple. Fuck, it was so sensitive and so sore. The pain was really almost too much to bear. My other nipple was absolutely agonising by this point, and the thought of having to have the clamp / peg removed was seriously fucking with my head. I think you let me remove the clamp / peg myself from my left nipple as you fucked me. Again, the pain was incredible and you again put your mouth around the nipple when it was released. The pain of this sent waves of painful pleasure straight down to my cunt, which you were raping. It wasn't long before I was climaxing again.
Then came the dreaded time, which I knew would arrive… You were going to rape my arse. I feared this far more than the first time even. I suppose I now knew how big it felt in there! I was pretty convinced that you wouldn't be able to get it up – I started squirming a bit, didn't I? I knew it was no good though, you were going to rape it regardless, so I went for the mind over matter and just tried to bury my head into the bed. Your cock was soaking wet anyway, from my cunt juices. You slowly entered me, but the pain from my arse being stretched to the absolute hilt was searing straight through me. When you had your cock in me up to your balls, you asked me what my pain level was on a scale of 1-10. I told you it was a definite ten, which it was at that time. As you slowly began to work your cock inside me, the pain lessened and the pleasure accumulated, until you were fucking my arse at full tilt, which was fantastic. The pleasure built rather quickly; much quicker than I thought possible. Your balls were smacking my cunt with every thrust and I could feel an orgasm building within me. I was in two minds whether or not this would materialise as anal orgasms are unheard of (with me!), but you were definitely only fucking my arse, and I was definitely going to cum! Orgasm again ripped through my body uncontrollably. I'm not sure if we weren't both surprised at this point, I know I certainly was!
You carried on raping my arse. You took a phone call and told me I must be quiet. I tried so hard to be quiet; you buried my head in to the bed. It really took effort on my part as the lower the front of my body was, the more your balls were slapping my cunt and clit and I came again!
You finished your call and pulled out of my arse. This next bit isn't really coming back to me very well – I think I was three parts fucked by this stage! You made me get off the bed and kneel on the floor and suck your cock clean. Sucking your cock is one of those things that is a surprise all over again, every time I go there. You make me feel rather inferior when I suck your cock. You tell me that I always waste the latter four inches of it. I don't mean to, but I am physically unable to get it into my head! It simply does not fit 
I try so hard, but you tell me my efforts aren't good enough. It is immensely horny, being choked to death by a giant penis I think you sat on the end of the bed and made me fuck your arse with my tongue at this stage also.
You then dragged me (again, literally) into the kitchen. You bent me over the work surface and gave me some more thrashings of the cane and your belt. You then fucked me over the work surface.
I was dragged back into the bedroom and you again put your hard huge cock into my arse and started to fuck it. It didn't take long before you were fucking my arse hard and deep. You were letting me have the full length of your cock, right up to your balls, stretching my once-tight arse as far as it would stretch, never losing your rhythm. I could feel you getting faster and faster, and making every effort to bury your cock as deep into my arse as it would go. You balls were tight, but were smacking my cunt with every thrust. God only knows how much noise I was making. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, your balls exploded. You carried on pumping my arse until your sacks were empty and the condom was full.
You then made me lie on my back on the bed and you restrained my wrists and ankles to the bed. You told me to lift my arse, which I did, and you put a towel under me. This unnerved me greatly. Someone is obviously expecting to draw excess fluids of some description from your body, and feels the need to prevent making mess when they put towels under your arse. This is just one little thing that really worries me… You then left the room for a while. To say I was shitting myself is an understatement. I must admit, it's slightly better having you there knowing the evil deeds you are up to, than having you out of earshot and wondering what you're up to!!
You eventually came back into the room, and I felt you sat next to me on the bed. I heard the familiar sound of latex gloves being snapped on. You asked me if I knew what it was. I said that I did. But you already knew that.
You said that you wanted me to see something. You started to remove my blindfold, though I was pretty confident I didn't want to see anything! You made me open my eyes and I saw you. You had on a white doctors coat, your latex gloves and a surgical facemask. You looked strangely horny. But I was bound to think that, I'm a pervert. You were holding a scalpel handle in one hand and a wrapped sterile blade in the other. You were kind enough to let me watch you unwrap the blade and fix it into the handle. I really didn't want to see this! This was definitely one of those moments when I wished I was into stamp collecting or something!
You started to run the scalpel blade over me and I could hardly bare to watch. It felt cold and sharp (dur, obviously!). You ran it around my tits and onto my nipples. You held one of my nipples and started to run the scalpel around it, verbally contemplating whether or not to slice it off. I shut my eyes – I couldn't take any more! I tried to take myself off somewhere else in my head, but I couldn't shift the reality of what you were subjecting me to.
You then ran the scalpel down my body and settled in between my legs. I really can't find the words that can explain to you how scared I was at this time… You started running the scalpel over my cunt and clit. You took my clit between your fingers and suggested slicing it off. I could feel the scalpel probing my cunt but I could also feel myself becoming wetter and wetter, naively hoping you wouldn't notice. I then heard another familiar sound – and opened my eyes again to see you weilding a steel speculum. God, I was sore and internally bruised by this stage. You inserted the speculum into my sore cunt and pressed the appliance tightly against the bruised sides of my cervix. It felt very tender, exposed and vulnerable.
You then decided to probe me internally with your latex covered fingers, pushing them into my gaping cunt, held open by your surgical implements. You rubbed my clit, which was pleasurable against the soreness of the speculum. You then removed the speculum from my cunt and replaced it with your fingers. I think I was squirting pretty quickly and you were soon fisting me. It felt amazing. I was extremely sore, and it felt as though my cervix was being pushed up to my throat. I had a couple of mind blowing orgasms as you punch fisted my cunt.
You then blindfolded me again and made me suck your cock. As I did you took a phone call. You asked me if you were misbehaving, I nodded. You bollocked me for not speaking and you asked me again. I said that you were. You then forced your hand in my cunt again, and made me squirt so the person on the phone could hear me squelching. My cunt was so sore, but it still squirted on demand. You then dragged me into the bathroom and forced me into the bath. You were asking the person on the phone what you should do to me.
You made me kneel at your feet in the bath and you tried to piss in my mouth, but it wasn't happening. You made me stand up and bend over; you then fucked my arse in the bath. The thing about arse fucking is that once it's been fucked and left for a while, re-penetration is fucking agonising. It is for me, anyway!
I was then dragged back onto the bed. You proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me whilst the person on the phone listened. You fucked me for ages. I really don't know how many times I came. And I don't know where you get your stamina from – I was fucked by this stage and felt fit for a hole in the ground. You were raping me hard, balls deep at every thrust. My cervix was as battered as it ever has been, and I felt very bruised internally. The pain mixed with the pleasure was making me cum though. Again, you picked up speed as you came closer to cumming. You were battering me senseless with your cock, but I loved every minute even though my cunt was so sore.
I remember at one point whilst we were on the bed, you were abusing me and I was fucked. I was completely broken; I had nothing left inside me. You asked me if I was crying yet. I almost was. I kind of half was. I turned my head away from you at this point. I didn't want you to see me cry. It's very, very rare I cry in session, I think I've only done it once or twice before. I do find it quite horny. I love the feelings of having absolutely nothing left and feeling totally broken. I can't for the life of me remember at what point this took place, but I guess it was round about this point.
You then led me into the bathroom and made me kneel in the bath again, at your feet. You put your cock in my mouth and you pissed. You stopped pissing every time my mouth was full, to enable me to swallow your piss without wasting any. You did this numerous times until I had swallowed all your piss (which I believe was about seven pints
I then heard you getting dressed and getting your things together and you told me I could take my blindfold off after the count of ten. You counted down and then you were gone. I thought it was about 5pm, but it was almost 7pm. Another 6.5 hours of almost non-stop filth and abuse.
I'll confirm again, if you're going to post this on your weblog, I'd like to make it absolutely clear that I consented 100% to this, and absolutely loved every minute of it. The only thing that's pissing me off is my inability to retrace events step by step and put them onto paper. I just don't seem to be able to recollect exactly what happened and in what order. I have tried so hard to remember, and I wasn't intoxicated or under the influence of any substances whatsoever when the events took place, so it's baffling me somewhat and I'm finding it rather frustrating. So I apologise now, as I'm certain that some of the events listed above may be in the wrong order, and I may have missed some details out, but otherwise the events are factual.
More of My Words
She is of course right on all counts. Everything I did to her was 100% consensual, everything she remembers happening happened, several things she doesn't remember happening also happened, and not everything was remembered in the correct order!
The "rape" you have just read about was definitely towards the more extreme, scarier end of the scale. But that's because the "rape" in her head was at that end of the scale. Being scared shitless is what does it for her, so I was only too happy to scare her shitless! She was also adamant that she didn't want ANY limits or to have any safewords. She felt that for it to truly feel like "rape" she should have no say in what happened to her or have any "get out of jail free cards".
But not everyone is like that or wants that ultra-real, no-limits "rape" experience. I am currently setting up another "rape" with a couple from IC with very defined and detailed limits to fit in with a very particular scenario they wish to enact. It will be nowhere near as extreme, realistic or "near the knuckle" as the "rape" you've just read about, but that doesn't mean it will be any less valid, exciting or enjoyable.
As I said earlier, while the "rape" fantasy itself is very common, the "rape" fantasy in every person's head varies enormously. And as such a one-size fits all "rape" might work for the "rapist", it's unlikely to work for every "victim". Each fantasy is unique and deserves a bespoke solution for that particular individual.
If you've got a "rape" fantasy in your head that just won't go away then why not drop me a line. No purchase necessary!
| 30 Jul 09, 11:26 AM Backdooruk UK(BA), 12 yrs |
Is it just me or does the constant use of scare quotes and repeated reassurances kind of ruin the concept or rape scenes? Once the discussion about consent is out of the way, I prefer to forget about it to make the scene as authentic as possible, to become the role, not just role play. - Chris This is my voice, my weapon of choice | ||||||
| 30 Jul 09, 12:02 PM Sweet_Intoxication 4 yrs |
No Chris, it's not just you. Although this is a 'perv' site (or so I am lead to believe), I'm sure it's no surprise to you how easy it is to offend people on here So these weblogs take this into account in the way they are written, for obvious reasons.
Believe me, these rape scenarios were executed in the most realistic way possible - in my opinion - I see no other way of making them more realistic. So apologies for what you consider excessive reassurance, but I, and I'm sure I can speak for Mr Forced2Fuck on this particular occasion, will make efforts to get across the facts of the scene whilst making attempts not to offend SB x | ||||||
| 30 Jul 09, 12:05 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Chris Thanks for your comments. Even if they aren't wholly positive! With regard to "the constant use of scare quotes" (there I go again!) you and I may not be offended by the word rape, naked and un-scarequoted, but some people potentially are. (e.g. a comment on a previous posting ... "Look, I appreciate that I am courting controversy here, and, to be honest, I can see the attraction in rape play, although I wouldn't say it is my "thing" as such. But the use of the word "rape" in the title, without the inverted commas, unsettles me. I just wonder how a rape victim might perceive it, and I am guessing that in some cases, it could be upsetting. So, please, this is not a case of me stepping outside the holy law of YKIOK, because what you describe here clearly is between consenting adults... But I am wrong to suggest that those inverted commas might make all the difference?") Usually when anyone mentions rape on here an almighty, and very heated, argument ensues and very quickly the whole thing descends into a tortuous spiral of the moral and ethical rights and wrongs of the whole thing. If a few strategically placed scare quotes can help avert that then that's fine by me. As for the "repeated reassurances" ruining the concept of rape, yes I agree with you. But that's particularly true when in the actual scene. And that's something I never do. Here's a direct quote from the victim after the rape detailed here ... "I remain perpetually impressed that you didn't ask if I was alright. I find that incredibly horny." However outside of the scene then a bit of reassurance can sometimes be necessary. Not for everyone, but as I say everyone is different. Some people are VERY nervous about living out this fantasy and giving a complete stranger complete control over themselves and NEED reassurance that I'm not a mad axe-murderer, and can do any kind of rape from the extremely mild to the extremely wild. I'm pretty good at sussing out who needs reassurance and who wants chucking in at the deep end once initial contact has been established! Forced2Fuck
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| 30 Jul 09, 11:04 PM daddyslittlegirl UK(CB), 3 yrs  |
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| 31 Jul 09, 9:58 AM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
I can only put up the reports that I'm sent. If you look back through the weblog there's a post written the night before her first rape that might give a bit more of an insight into her state of mind at such times. I think it's fair to say that before, during and after her rapes she was absolutely shit scared! But if you want to know a bit more about what's going on in her head rather than what's going on in her cunt, just ask her. I know she reads these comments, don't you my little rapemeat? Are you going to answer the nice lady?
Yes, you'd have thought so, wouldn't you. But I've got plenty of texts and emails from her that say that she was even more frightened second time around because she knew first hand what I was capable of. First time round she didn't know for sure if this was even for real or if I was even going to turn up. And if I did, would I turn out to be all mouth and no trousers? Second time round she knew this was no wind up and that I do exactly what it says on the tin. Here are some direct quotes from emails to me from her... ">You know I'm not meaning to sound derogatory in any way, shape or form towards you, but I didn't think the second time would be as good as the first. How wrong I was." and ">I was certainly more scared on Thursday, that kind of surprised me, I was absolutely shitting myself all morning. And by the time you came through the door, well….."
Oh don't worry, there were plenty of mind games going on before, during and after the rapes. I don't want to speak for her but I think she'd be the first to tell you that however much I fucked her body, I fucked her mind ten times more.
Well as I think you may have gathered the scenes are VERY physical. But there is no shortage of mind games and psychological torment going on alongside the physical stuff. Rape is inherently as much psychological as physical. I think the fact that even though she has spent more than twelve hours in my "company" she has never actually seen me helps in that respect.
Yes, I know what you mean. Like so many things in life you're damned if you do and damned if you don't! The fear of the unknown works both ways. For some (e.g. you) it's a very powerful and positive factor, but others need the reassurance of other people's experiences before they'll risk dipping their toe in the water. All I know is that whenever I post a rape report I get innundated with memos from women interested in being raped themselves, and that's good enough for me! Of course, as I keep on trying to stress, EVERY rape is different and so what you read here is not necessarily what you'll get. My rapes are not one size fits all! (Unlike my cock which is one size (XXL) fits all (though only just, it's usually a tight squeeze!) Perhaps you lot out there should vote on it? Do you want detailled rape reports or would you rather keep the sense of unknown? Vote NOW...
Well, like most things, it's only as good as the people doing it. But yes, the spectrum of con non con is only limited by the (sick and twisted) imaginations of those involved. And I'd like to think I have a suitably sick and twisted imagination! Hope that goes some way to answering your questions. If ever you feel the compulsion to find out what it's like for real you know where to come...
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| 31 Jul 09, 10:00 AM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
No Persia, you misunderstand. She HAS tried it herself and she now wants more. That's why she's jealous. She wants Round Two too! Daddyslittlegirl don't fret, you WILL get raped again. Patience is a virtue... | ||||||
| 31 Jul 09, 1:58 PM Sweet_Intoxication 4 yrs |
FYI, play for me has NEVER incorporated penetrative sex, so this is certainly not my main motivation here. I choose not to concentrate too much on the psychological as much as the physical as I believe that some detail to events I participate in are subject to individual privacy, the likes of which I am not comfortable posting on an open forum. Feel free to PM, but I believe it for me to decide how much of my mindset I publically share with others. HS x | ||||||
| 31 Jul 09, 7:59 PM Sweet_Intoxication 4 yrs |
No, I'm saying that BEFORE my rape scenario with Mr F2F, I never incorporated penetrative sex into my play. My motivation in wanting the rape scenario didn't include fancying a 'fucking good shag' or suchlike.
The fact that I got one is something I'm going to have to learn to come to terms with SB x | ||||||
| 2 Aug 09, 3:29 PM Sweet_Intoxication 4 yrs |
I do indeed read the comments, yes. I will answer the nice lady (or any other nice ladies, or gentlemen), if they care to send me a PM. Some personal things I'm just not comfortable with having an open public discussion about, but I am prepared to discuss, within reason, privately.
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