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My Words
OK, you know the form by now. I make a whole load of stuff up, pretend that it really happened when patently it didn't, get a reasonably well-known "face" on the fetish scene to put her name to it and claim that she wrote it (though to be honest I've never managed to work out what you lot think her motivation for doing so is exactly) and then post it on my weblog as the Gospel Truth and even offer to have her speak to any doubters over the phone or even in person at munches etc in the vain hope that some naive, vulnerable, impressionable fool will actually believe it and be tempted to try something similar for herself even though it is so obviously all complete and utter bollocks.
As ever I will begin by making it clear that EVERYTHING that happened was totally consensual and that we play with no limits and no safeword at HER insistence (I am equally happy playing with limits and safewords if the "victim" wants them though).
I also want to make it clear before anyone reads any of the serious stuff that the subject of this, and all other threads on this weblog, is PLAY "RAPE”. This is for two reasons. Firstly to make it clear that I know the difference between PLAY “rape” and REAL “rape”, and secondly to warn anyone for whom the whole subject of “rape” is a sensitive one likely to cause offence and upset to stop reading this now.
This scene was a lot more CP-focused than my usual "rapes". The "victim" had mentioned to me that even though CP didn't really do it for her, about once a year she had a craving to be really badly beaten. And that she was experiencing that craving around about now! I hate to disappoint so I resolved to give the lady what she wanted and to take my belt (her weapon of choice) to her good and proper.
This meet (our third) took place in a hotel about 5 minutes walk away from my office. And yes Astrid, it really DID happen.
OK, enough from me (though many of you will no doubt have it that I've written everything else that follows anyway!), on with the show...
Her Words
I planned to get to the hotel early and to get some sleep. I got a little waylaid on Bond Street; too many handbag shops to ensure I got away in good time! I got to the hotel and had a bath and washed my hair (God only knows why I bother washing my hair when I know you're around…). I bet I didn't get to bed until 4.15pm and I didn't think I'd be able to sleep before you arrived…
But I must've done. I had blindfolded myself as you 'suggested' I did. It couldn't have taken me long to drift off. The next thing I remember you were attacking me. I was suddenly awake; disturbed from my peaceful sleep, now I was full of terror. I think you had quite a lot of your body weight on me, but you had your hand over my mouth at some point and you were dragging me down the bed, forcing me onto my back. You verbally threatened me and you were punching the insides of my legs, as you were bollocking me for having my legs closed in your presence. I was still trying to pull myself together and I was trying my hardest to comply with your orders. I attempted to open my legs as wide as I could but you were telling me it wasn't wide enough. You knelt between my legs stretching them to their limit. You had pulled all the bedclothes from me and I lay there naked, totally exposed, petrified of what you were going to do to me. You covered my mouth and nose and prevented me from breathing. I started trying to gasp for air as my lungs emptied. You told me that I could have air only when you allowed it.
You turned me over onto my stomach and dragged me across the bed so that my arse was prominent. I heard you remove the belt from your trousers.
You landed the first hit on my arse, expertly placed and showing no kindness. The pain was sharp but I knew better than to move. Your belt landed again on my arse, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath. You ordered me to open my legs wider, which I endeavoured to do. I had had the radio function on the TV. You reached for the remote control and turned the music up. You told me it was so no one could hear you beating me. You told me to kneel up on the bed, which I did. You again told me to open my legs and expose my cunt. I stuck my arse up as much as I could and spread my legs but I knew you were going to hit me and I was scared you would belt my cunt. I'm sure I was holding my breath at this point. The wider I opened my legs and the more I knew my cunt was exposed to you, the wetter I became. You used the belt on my arse repeatedly, often hitting the same spot for maximum pain effect! You stopped and ran your fingers over the welts on my skin. That felt amazing and I became even wetter still.
As I was relishing the pleasure of you touching me your belt suddenly made harsh contact with me again, quickly jerking me away from my dreamy pleasure. I got a few more lashes, on my arse and around the back of my legs and I heard you removing your trousers. A few more lashes and you touched where you'd hit again with your hand, lightly running your fingers across what must have been the marks on my body. I was incredibly sexually excited. This is rather out of the ordinary for me as I don't really tend to find CP that sexually interesting. Indeed, I don't often indulge in any type of CP for this reason.
Not this time though, I could feel my cunt juices around my cunt and was almost embarrassed by this, knowing it was on full show to you. You were totally aware of how much I was turned on.
You turned the music down on the TV. You hovered your cock at the entrance to my cunt. I felt this and wanted it so badly. I think I instinctively tried backing onto you, but you pulled away from me. You then put your cock inside me but removed it as quickly as you had entered me. This drove me mad, which you knew. I was desperate for your cock and you were just playing with me. You told me how desperate I was and you said if I could get your cock inside me within a count of ten, I could have it.
On my hands and knees on the bed, and with you stood behind me, I desperately tried to back onto your cock. Every time it was in reach you moved it away from me, just keeping it close enough that I could feel it, but not allowing me to have it. My count from ten quickly expired; which I suppose in hindsight wasn't such a bad thing, as God only knows what a desperate sex-craved whore I must have looked, and sounded, as all the way through this I was verbally begging for your cock.
My time had expired and you reached for the remote control again, turning the sound up on the TV. You then began thrashing me with your belt again. My arse and the backs of my legs were smarting by this time, but every hit was making me more excited. Again you stopped to run your fingers over my wounds. I could feel the juices from my cunt running down the insides of my legs. My whole cunt region was dripping wet. Your belt was landing close to my sodden cunt, the sharp pain sending pleasure waves through my body. I did wonder if you were going to make me cum by your belt (totally unheard of for me – I need sexual stimulation to cum, normally).
Suddenly you lay your belt down, turned the music down, and thrust your cock into my soaking cunt. Although I was hideously wet and your cock slid right in with absolute ease, my cunt felt tight and stretched when intruded by your huge cock. You started pumping my cunt hard, giving me all your length and immediately hitting my cervix. Almost immediately I could feel my orgasm building – I believe I was halfway there before you even entered me. You must've only been inside me a minute, if that, when orgasm ripped through my body, my cunt going into spasm around your cock, which continued thrusting into me making my climax last for what seemed ages.
You pulled out of me and you dragged my legs over to the other bed. The top half of my body was on one bed and my legs were on the other. You told me that I must know by now what was going to happen when you turned the music up. You then turned the music up… You picked up your belt and started to thrash me again. You were hitting me hard with the belt but threw in a few close, sharp, 'whippy' hits, which actually hurt more than the solid hits. You quickly clicked that this was more painful for me, so you threw quite a few of these in, again spending time concentrating on the same place for maximum pain! I remained laid over the two beds, accepting your belt, trying to remain as still as I could. I was still finding each thrash of your belt sexually exciting, particularly the hard thrashes. You thrashed the back of my legs, which hurt more than my ass.
Down went the music and you moved onto the bed, grabbed a handful of my hair, and thrust your cock into my mouth. Your cock was as huge as ever and I again had problems fitting it all in my mouth! You ordered me to suck your cock to the root, swiftly moving my mouth up and down the full length of your shaft. I was trying to open my throat as much as I could to save your cock catching on my gag reflex. You cock was solid and just the girth was totally filling my mouth; having the length to contend with too is somewhat a challenge!
You took another handful of hair and pulled my head from your cock. You pushed me back onto the bed and pushed your fingers inside my cunt. You worked your fingers around my g-spot and it wasn't many seconds before I was gushing. You took a handful of my squirt juice and put it in my mouth, wiping your hand over my face, covering it with my own vaginal juices.
You then took your cock in your hand and ordered me to lick your arse and balls. I let my tongue probe your arsehole, trying to push it up as far as it would go. I touched your balls and held them towards your cock as you wanked, to give me optimum space for my tongue to probe your anus.
You grabbed me by the hair; your cock was rock hard. I knew what was coming… You told me to kneel up on the bed. I was kneeling in my own squirt juices, the bed was soaking wet. I was shit scared of you entering me. If you did this a million times I'm convinced the last time would be every bit as painful as the first. You didn't use or need any lube – you wiped your cock on my cunt to cover it with my juices and you spat on my arsehole. I had to concentrate so much on trying not to move. I find this really difficult, as I know how painful it's going to be, and how hard I know you will fuck my arse.
You put your cock to the entrance of my arse. You tried to get it in but it wasn't happening 
. I knew this would eventually happen. I kind of panicked, as I knew if you got pissed off and just forced it, it would split me in two, so I was keen for this not to happen! You reached for the gag and pushed it into my mouth. This was a relief for me as I was concerned how much noise I was making! You pushed one, and then two fingers up my cunt to ease me up a little. You worked your fingers in and out of my cunt and I attempted to relax as much as possible. You pulled your fingers out and entered your cock inside me. You pushed slowly until you were totally inside me. You gave it a short while then slowly began thrusting your cock in and out of my arsehole. It was extremely sore at first, but as ever the pain began to subside when the pleasure was taking over.
You began pumping my arse hard. My head was nestled into the wetness of the bed. You cock in my arsehole felt awesome by now. You were fucking me so hard I had to bury my head to stop it banging into the wall next to the bed. My fingers reached under me and found my clit. I was hugely turned on and I started to rub my clit as you fucked my arse. You carried on pounding my arsehole, fast full-length thrusts of your solid cock, your balls slapping my cunt with every entry. I could feel both our orgasms building; me able to keep up with you as the faster you thrusted, the harder your balls came into contact with my cunt, my fingers still thrashing around my soaking wet clit. I think I came about ten seconds before you came; you battering my arse through my orgasm with your cock, then I heard you mutter that you were coming too.
The dreaded remote control got turned up again, and I knew what was coming my way. I didn't move from the position I had assumed when you were fucking my arse. I was trying not to tense my arse up, as you know this hurts more. I felt your belt once again make contact with my arse. By this time it was a mixture of sore, bruised and hard, like my skin and underlying tissue was trying to make its' own protection. You appeared to be enjoying the fact that alternating between heavy, hard thrashes and shorter 'flicky' hits was the way to create the most discomfort for me.
I was then told to get onto my back. Whereas the music went down, this filled me with more dread because at least with the music up I knew what I was getting… I lay on my back with my legs open. You put your fingers in my cunt and worked them around. I started squirting again. You added your fingers one by one until your whole hand was inside me. It always amazes me how easily you manage to do this. I can't decide whether you just have the technique or that I'm so sexually turned-on in your company, or maybe it's a combination of both. I do know that you've never used any artificial lubrication to enable you to do this, as I've always been able to supply my own 
. You fisted me hard with your hand, causing me to have deep sensations between pain and immense pleasure. I came. I always cum when you fist me; it doesn't take very long to induce this. I think it's the feelings of being so full, mixed with the feelings of hurt and of course the psychological aspect of the fact you are going to do it and nothing I can do or say will stop you doing so. I remember you removing your hand from my cunt. It had appeared to go really tight (probably the muscle spasms from my orgasm) and you had to work your way out of my cunt the way you had worked into it previously. I was almost scared of you taking your hand out of me.
I was turned over and by this time I could not help but brace myself for what was coming my way; my ass and legs were sore and bruised by now. Again the music volume increased and I held my breath, burying my head deep within the bed as if it provided me some kind of release. I could smell my own cunt juice on the bedclothes. You strapped my arse as hard as ever. The hits were almost individually alternating between being sharply cutting and immensely pleasurable. I didn't know which one it was going to be until contact had been made. God only knows what my rear end must have looked like by this stage. You again ran your fingers slowly around the welts, which felt amazing, making me quickly sink back into a calm, heady sexual high. You knew how turned on I was all the time you were there. I was rather astonished (and still am) at how sexually excited I was by what you were doing to me. You weren't surprised at all…
You told me to get up onto my knees and to put my shoulders onto the bed. I knew what was coming again and I must have started wriggling as I think you were holding my arse still. The first time is bad enough, but the second time is beyond painful.
You guided your huge cock into my arse. I can't remember whether or not I was gagged at this stage or whether I just chewed on the bedclothes I know you were stopping me crawling up the bed to try and escape your cock that I knew would cause me considerable discomfort when it was going to be thrusting into my bowels again. The second time is really good, in a bit of a twisted kind of way. Although the pain is immense when you first put it in it takes little time to reach heights of extreme pleasure. You fucked my arse hard, occasionally slapping the welts on my arse that you had left with your belt. The pleasure was immense and again I came.
You pulled out, grabbed my hair, spun me round and put your cock into my mouth. You made me lick and suck all my juices from your cock. You asked me if I could taste my arse on your cock. I could. You (again) accused me of 'wasting' half your cock. This is purely because it won't fit in my mouth! You got kind of frustrated with me and you just held my head and fucked my head. You fucked it in the same way that you fuck my cunt and my arse. Your cock was travelling thick and fast down my throat with every thrust and it was taking me all my time to concentrate on not throwing up (I know this would not please you). You rammed your cock all the way down my throat and came.
You pushed me back down onto the bed and I attempted to take a bit of a breather. Suddenly, your belt made solid contact with my arse again. I winced in pain. Then you informed me the rape was over but that you may be back in the morning, to 'finish me off'. I didn't know whether you would or not. You told me to sleep in the enormous wet patch I had made on one of the beds (it was a room with twin beds) and when I made clear my distate for that you dragged me across to the other bed. You pushed my legs open and put your fingers inside my cunt and straight onto my g-spot. Again, immediately I was gushing, soaking the other fresh bed with my cunt juices. Now I didn't have much choice but to sleep in my juices as both beds were soaked!
You went for a shower and I lay on the bed, still blindfolded, not knowing your next move. Hearing you in the shower gave me a minute or two respite. I heard you putting your clothes on but your belt made contact with me again a few times before it found its' way back onto your trousers.
After you had gone, I got into the shower, the warm water stinging my arse, legs and cunt. I then got back into bed, trying to settle on the four-inch square dry patch you'd left me from the entire two queen size beds, ate some sushi, spoke to my mate for a while, then drifted off to sleep. I slept really well, waking only once during the night.
The next thing I knew I thought I heard the door open, but I think I must've heard either the door closing or you approaching me. It seemed to happen so quickly. Suddenly you were on top of me, turning me onto my front, pushing my face into the pillow, your other hand around my throat. I don't think it would matter how many times you did this, I would be as petrified every time. I don't know what it is about you, but I know you're not 'playing'. You don't appear to make any consideration for the fact I'm a girl – you're really not afraid to hurt me! Please don't think this is a negative comment; I love it!
You pulled the covers away from me, again exposing my naked flesh. You blindfolded me. I still haven't seen you. You bollocked me for not sleeping where you had told me to, as I managed to find a small dry patch on the bed.
You ran your hand over my arse, and the marks you had made there the previous evening. You squeezed my arse really hard, which hurt, obviously! My skin had softened from the previous evening, and the bruising had started to come out.
I heard you take your belt from your trousers again. As you know, I find this a massive, massive turn-on, but I was well aware that my arse and legs were battered from the day before. I was actually in two minds whether or not you'd beat me on top of my beatings. I still thought then that you might be just trying to scare me.
Wrong! The belt landed perfectly across both arse cheeks, reawakening wounds from the previous evening. The pain was incredibly sharp and intense, heating the entire area of my arse. Again, the belt landed. I think I whimpered in pain. You carried on thrashing my arse and legs; hard, heavy hits, with a few short sharp smaller hits between, as you knew these got more of a pain reaction from me. You took your clothes off. You grabbed my hair and put your cock into my mouth. You made me suck your cock hard, which obviously I knew where that would lead… Again, I tried my hardest to suck your cock as best I could, but you were still trying to make me take more of your cock into my mouth.
This next bit is a bit sketchy in my head, but I believe you then fucked me.
You pushed me onto my back and pulled my legs apart. You thrust your fingers into my cunt and onto my g-spot. I gushed my juices onto you, and onto the bed. You started to push more fingers inside me. My cunt was soaking, I was turned-on immensely. I reached down to my clit with my hand. You moved it away and carried on pushing your hand into my cunt. I think I started pleading with you and again attempted to make contact to my clit with my fingers. This time you didn't move my hand away. I ran my fingers over my clit whilst you were filling my cunt with your hand, pushing and twisting and working your hand inside me. It wasn't long at all before I could feel my orgasm rising. You fist fucked me whilst I rubbed my clit; I'm sure I was gushing all the way through this. I reached climax, the orgasm rushing through my body causing me to squirt all the more. Your hand inside my cunt, making me feel totally full, was fucking awesome.
You turned me over onto my front and you were telling me it was up to me what happened next. I could either have my arse beat or my arse fucked. What a choice! They both involved a great deal of pain for me and I'm pretty sure I never actually answered you (did I?). You asked me a few times but my head was scrambled and I wasn't able to make the decision.
You beat my arse again with your belt. The pain was incredible, but it was also turning me on loads. Again between strikes, you ran your fingers over the welts on my skin. This made my cunt wetter than ever.
I was up on my knees on the bed. I was expecting another crack of your belt but instead you began tonguing my arse. It felt gorgeous and the feelings were probably enhanced due to the pain the surrounding area of my arse was in. You let your tongue push inside my arse and you tongue-fucked me extremely expertly
You pulled away and I felt your cock hovering at the entrance to my arsehole. I knew what was coming. This worried me as I knew my arse was still battered from the previous day. You worked your cock into my tight arsehole. God, it fucking stung! As ever though, the more you thrusted, the more pleasurable it became. As you pulled in and out of my arse, the pain subsided as time went on. You pushed your cock deep inside me with every thrust. My arse felt completely full and stretched to the hilt. You thrust away, deep inside me, your balls slapping against my cunt. I was finding that the more I stuck my arse out, the greater sensation I was getting from your balls. You increased your rhythm slightly and I knew you were going to cum. With your balls slapping my cunt, I came before you. Cumming whilst you're pumping my arse balls-deep is fucking amazing.
You pulled out of me and I knew better than to move. You made comment on how stretched my arse was and you pushed your fingers deep inside my arsehole. You told me that you could fist my arse. I think I went into total panic! I started begging you not to fist my arse – I really didn't (and don't!) think I could take it. You pushed your fingers further into me and you told me you had four fingers in there and you said how easy it would be to get your whole fist in there. It actually felt stretched to the hilt and obviously it was really painful, as you'd just stretched it all by fucking it…
You removed your hand from my arse and I heard you pick your belt up again. My arse was still on fire from earlier. You started thrashing my arse with your belt and I asked you to please stop. I really didn't think I could take any more. You didn't stop. You asked me if I wanted you to stop and I replied that I did. You told me to beg you, so I started to beg. This made no difference to you; you still didn't stop beating me. The belt felt as though it was cutting into my skin. It felt sore and red-hot. I tried to put my hands in the way to protect my arse, but you didn't stop thrashing me and you thrashing my hands as they were trying to protect my arse was really painful. The fact I was verbally begging you to stop but you didn't was turning me on hugely.
I began trying to get away from you on the bed to try and save my arse. You held me down with your free hand and you carried on beating me. I tried moving my legs away and you physically pinned me down onto the bed whilst you carried on hitting me. I found this extremely horny and I think I started faltering on my begging! You didn't give in though and you carried on beating me. Although I was hugely sexually excited, I felt absolutely finished. I felt as though you had taken everything I had to take and I felt broken. This is one of the places I thrive to be, but as we've discussed, it's not a place I am able to get there with ease. I started to cry, but it was certainly not through pain, it was because I felt so broken and vulnerable. Eventually you stopped beating me. You ran your hands over my arse and you were squeezing my arse and the tops of my legs, making me whimper with pain. You really did give me a good sorting out
You went and had a shower and got dressed. I think I almost went back to sleep! I felt totally exhausted. You came back and sat on the bed. You made me kiss you. You told me that you had work to do, and you left.
I found this very difficult to write. It is good that I have to search my head for the actual events, but the order is worse than ever on this report. It completely threw me having to decide what happened on the evening, and what happened the following morning. Some parts are crystal clear to me; some are extremely sketchy. I'm pretty sure on the evening part you fucked my cunt more than I've recorded. If and when this happened though, I'm really not sure.
You also had me restrained at various points, though again, I have virtually no recollection of when this took place, but I'm sure it happened! You restrained my wrists to my ankles whilst I was face down. This forced my arse in the air, my legs open, and my face into the bed. Although being restrained by you was a huge turn-on for me, I was petrified being hit in this position as my cunt was so exposed and I was worried in case you hit it (either accidentally or on purpose).
This should go without saying by now, but this was 100% consensual and 100% fantastic
Edited Tue 8 Sep 09, 7:47 PM by Forced2Fuck
| 8 Sep 09, 7:44 PM MzClio UK(CF), 3 yrs       |
MY GOD....Does he have a brother.......... GOD CREATED WOMAN.. AND THEN FOR A JOKE SHE CREATED .....MAN | |||
| 8 Sep 09, 8:15 PM dedicated_kitty UK(LN), 3 yrs |
Wow that was amazing, I have a feeling it will be replayed in my dreams tonight. Thank you so much for sharing. | |||
| 9 Sep 09, 12:19 AM SemiTrainedApe UK, 4 yrs |
Rape me once - shame on you. Rape me *three* times ... ... still shame on you, really. | |||
| 9 Sep 09, 7:28 PM aliceinwebland UK(B), 3 yrs    |
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| 10 Sep 09, 12:25 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Not sure if God has a brother. I've got one though. But don't get too excited, he's a boring bastard and as likely to rape you as I am to buy you a bunch of flowers! | |||
| 10 Sep 09, 12:29 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
It was a pleasure ... for all concerned. So, was it replayed in your dreams the other night? And again last night (there's nothing on but repeats these days)? Thank you for thanking me for sharing. Nice to know that someone out there in ICland appreciates my handiwork! Sweet dreams tonight... | |||
| 10 Sep 09, 12:36 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
A good "rape" is nothing to be ashamed of. My "victim" certainly isn't ashamed and neither am I. Edited 10 Sep 09, 12:37 PM by Forced2Fuck | |||
| 10 Sep 09, 12:56 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
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You're shattering illusions here. You have/work in an office? Makes you sound almost...... respectable lol. Damn!