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| Forced2Fuck |
My words
This is my first outdoor report. That doesn't mean it's my first outdoor "rape", just it's the first one a report's been written about. (Note: Many of my "rapes" go "unreported" (though I hasten to add that they are ALL 100% consensual and, so far at least, have ALL been unqualified successes. The fact that some "rape" reports have not been written, or in some cases have been written but not posted, is down to the wishes and preferences of the women concerned.)
Outdoor "rapes" are great fun but are by their very nature very risky (which is probably why they're such great fun!). They require an awful lot of planning, and even then you can always rest assured that something unexpected and unaccounted for will ALWAYS happen. In this instance, and it still makes me laugh when I think back, as I drove into the village where the "rape" was to take place I was greeted by signs by the side of the road announcing "Police operation in progress. We apologise for any incovenience caused."! Not quite what you want to see when you've got a balaclava and rope in one pocket and a razor sharp knife in the other! As I drove through the village there were police everywhere, and when I parked up I had to park literally next to a police van!
Anyway, I digress. As I was saying, outdoor "rapes" require an awful lot of planning and they are definitely not something you want to get caught doing. Explaining to an armed response officer who's aiming a gun at your head that "it's not quite what it seems" are not high on my list of things to do before I die!
In this instance a walk that the "victim" did in the fields at the back of her house every day was chosen as the location for the "rape". Her route was studied and recce'd and potential "safe" areas (or in her case "unsafe" areas) were identified. A date was agreed (for purely practical reasons - I had to make a 200 mile round trip to carry out this rape - though it would obviously have been very horny to not have not set a specific date so she wouldn't have known when I would strike!) and the rules of engagement (or in this instance a lack of rules - no limits, no safewords) were agreed. Let battle commence...
[Note: I hope by now it is implicit and that it goes without saying that everything I do is 100% consensual, but just to be sure I will say it again. Everything I do is 100% consensual. I should also point out that this "rape" is very much towards the harder end of the scale. And that is because that is the end of the scale that this particular "victim" wants and chooses to play at. Her choice entirely. I am also happy to do, and I'd like to think good at doing, "rapes" at the other, softer end of the scale too for "victims" whose rape fantasies are nowhere near as extreme. Each and every "rape" is totally bespoke to fit in with the specific fantasies, desires and tastes of each and every "victim". If you are one of the many who have these sorts of fantasies (and believe me, you are from alone) please don't get frightened off or feel intimidated by the severity, brutality or perversity of this particular "rape". Whatever "rape" you've got in your head - however mild it may be in comparison to what you're about to read - I can make it come true consensually, safely and pant-wettingly excitingly in reality!]
Her words
I left the cottage, leaving the keys by the door. I was wearing a dress, hold-ups, boots and a jacket, although it wasn't cold. I walked down the small track and through the gate into the field. I removed my jacket and carried it; I was a little warm. I was beyond scared whilst walking down the corner of the field, which was the first of two places where I thought you would be. I approached the corner but could not see you. I did however see some men with dogs in the next field; I don't know what they were doing, maybe rabbiting or something, but I'd never seen anyone in that field before. This worried me a little as I now knew there were people around.
I walked through the small field where I was sure you wouldn't be as it was so close to the village recreation field. The cows were in this field, by the end gate and they're still young and easily scared so I was trying not to get too close to them, causing them to run. I climbed the stile onto the footpath. Just as I turned around and started to walk, I caught sight of you behind a tree. I went cold with fear; you're always where I don't think you'll be!! I considered running but I knew I couldn't have got over the gates quickly enough, and I knew for a fact I wasn't able to out-run you. By the time I'd thought about this, you had hold of me with a knife to my throat. You told me not to struggle or make a sound, else you'd kill me. You asked me if I understood this, and you pressed me for an answer, as I was too scared to speak. I told you that I understood what you were telling me. You forced me through a gateway, then through another gate, onto private property. Having hold of me, and with the knife still held to me, you made me run over an open space and into a wooded area. I was aware this was private property and we were now a way from the footpath, although I was aware that this area was not far from where I had seen the men and dogs earlier. The wooded area was quite dense. You threw me to the ground and I fell into a clump of nettles, which stung my bare arms. As I lay on my back on the floor, I looked up at you standing over me. I could not see your face, only your eyes; you had a balaclava on and the hood up on your jacket.
You bent down and held the knife to my face, and told me to be quiet. You then started to kick me. As I turned over in an attempt to escape the brutal blows to my body, my face sank into the nettles, stinging my face and lips. I attempted to turn over and move completely out of the nettles but you stopped me and made me move back to where I was. I tried to protect myself from being attacked, but there was nowhere I could go. You reached down and ripped my dress open, exposing my bare flesh to the open air. Somehow this made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable than usual, with it being outside. You pulled my tits out of my bra, squeezing them hard with your hand. You took hold of my knickers and pulled them up my cunt. I squealed and writhed in pain. That was a not-so-gentle reminder not to wear decent underwear when I see you, and to get cheap-shit stuff that rips more easily!
You stood over me and grabbed my hair and pulled me up into a sitting position. Tape was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes so that I could not see. On one hand I got a sense of relief when you did this, as it kind of removed any responsibility on my part to prevent us being seen by anybody, but on the other hand it made me feel more vulnerable and almost dependent upon you.
You ordered me to kneel up; you had taken your cock from your trousers and you forced it into my mouth. It was already hard and I immediately began gagging and choking when you forced it down my throat. You grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards you, forcing the entirety of your cock inside my head and holding it there for a minute until I started thrashing and fighting for air. Being outside, on land I'd never been before and which I knew was out of bounds, made me feel even more exposed, and the underlying fear of being caught whilst being made to carry out filthy, degrading sexual acts was hugely exciting, but scary too.
After sucking your cock, it was rock hard. As you took my hair and pulled my head off your cock, I knew where it was going next. You pulled me forwards and kicked me a few more times. I tried hard not to move, to avoid the nettles again; I had become disorientated and was unsure where they were. I believe you threw your jacket down and you pushed me backwards onto it. I don't think for a minute this was to protect me, it was to stop you getting stung by the nettles.
You reached down and pulled my knickers off. You forced your body between my legs and thrust your enormous cock directly into my cunt. You began violently raping me, thrusting into me harshly, knowing you were hurting me. I tried really hard not to make any noise that may draw attention to us, but I'm sure I made some, it would have been impossible for me not to. My cunt was dripping wet, and whereas it accepted your enormous cock, it felt stretched to the hilt and you were smashing your way into my cervix, which obviously was causing me pain but was pleasurable at the same time. My cunt was totally full with your cock and I felt an orgasm building. You knew it was building too and you fucked me as deep and as hard as you could, accelerating my body into climax, and fucking me through the climax enhancing the pleasure for me.
The orgasm probably made me thrash about a little, but whilst remaining inside me you attached cuffs to my wrists and you restrained my hands behind the trunk of the tree I was up against. This further restricted my movement and made me feel even more vulnerable by knowing if someone was to come along and see us, I wasn't able to get up or even cover myself with my hands. I would have been forced to just lie there, restrained and exposed, humiliated and degraded.
You then changed your 'fuck-style' a little, and began fucking me slowly and 'nicely' (for you!). You were still giving me full-length thrusts of your cock, but with a slower rhythm. You did this because I once said that 'normal' fucking did not do much for me, and it was unlikely to make me cum. Always up for a challenge, you obviously wanted to prove me wrong, which you indeed did. I'm sure the size of your cock must have something to do with it. Guys with small penises always say that size doesn't matter, it's what you can do with it!, though I'm convinced now that this isn't true. Obviously you are blessed in both departments – the 'size' department, and the 'know what to do with it' department. Needless to say, fucking me this way brought me to a fantastic climax, whilst I was helplessly restrained to the tree in the open air. As I came, I remember turning my head completely to the side and unintentionally pushing it straight into a clump of nettles. My lips and face stung as I was still climaxing.
After I had cum you undid my wrist restraints and made me stand up. You bent me over forwards and made me hold onto the tree. I was ordered to bend as far as I could, sticking my arse and cunt out, exposing myself for you as much as was possible. I am always nervous of doing this with you, as I am afraid of you strapping my cunt piercings.
You approached me from behind and once more stuck your fat cock up my cunt and proceeded raping it again. This time though it was rough and hard, and I had to cling on to the tree to stop myself falling forwards. You restrained my wrists together behind the tree, with the cuffs that were still attached to my wrists. I could feel the cool breeze on my body as I stood there the best part naked.
You pulled out of my cunt and I heard you remove the belt from your trousers. My arse clenched up in anticipation of being trashed. I heard your belt make contact with my arse, and then almost as a delayed reaction I felt the hot searing pain sinking deeply into my skin. You strapped my arse a number of times with your belt whilst I tried not to let out any squeals of pain, and unable to move as I was restrained to the tree.
The belt was then looped, put around my neck and pulled taught. As soon as you do this I become increasingly sexually aroused and start heading down the route to orgasm. You again stuffed your cock up my cunt and began banging away inside me, pounding my cervix and filling my cunt to capacity. You took hold of the belt around my neck and pulled it tight. My airway was being completely starved of oxygen and the tightness around my neck was unbelievable, pulling my head back as far as it would go. I could feel myself heading towards blackness whilst you pounded away at my cunt, thrusting your cock so deep inside me. As orgasm ripped through my body, it felt as though it had almost taken me off my feet and I think you sensed I felt positively unbalanced as you carried on fucking me.
You undid my restraints and forced me to the floor. You roughly pushed me onto my back and pushed your fingers into my cunt, making me squirt instantly. However many times you do this, I don't think I will ever lose the humiliation of you being able to make my body do this whenever you see fit. I do find this as horny as fuck, as I did on this occasion, and I reached down for my clit with my cuffed but unrestrained hand. You told me to move my hand away, which I did. You pushed more of your fingers deep inside me until you gave a final push of your knuckles and your whole hand was inside me. You began to fist my cunt, and I think I was quite noisy, as I couldn't really cope with it as it had already taken quite a battering from your cock, and was quite sore. It was still squirting as you were fisting me.
You put your mouth around my clit, which pacified me tremendously. It took away all the pain and turned it instantly into complete pleasure. It felt really strange having you so intimately attached to me in such a public open place. I think a little of my 'oral mental block' reappeared and I seemed to be on the verge of orgasm for ages. As you licked and sucked my clit, you gently fisted my cunt, letting it build slowly as you knew it would induce orgasm. Suddenly, my body let go and I had a huge orgasm, prolonged by you taking my clit in your mouth and sucking it whilst you thrust your fist deep towards my cervix. I seemed to come for ages; it was totally gorgeous. If the local rambling club had have walked past at this point, I would not have cared…
You made me kneel up again and suck your cock hard, which didn't take very long. You thrust it down my throat, causing me to gag and gasp for air. You ordered me to stand up and bend over. There was no tree in front of me to lean on, so I knew this would be challenging! I was still very wobbly and a little disorientated from my mind-blowing orgasm.
You undid my bra and let my tits hang loose. You pinched each nipple in turn, stretching them until I whimpered in pain. You spat in my arse; the only 'lube' I am allowed (or want) I knew what was coming. I didn't even have anything to brace myself on! You anticipated me making noise (as I also knew I would), so you gagged me with my own knickers. There's something about doing that, that is so grossly humiliating, but of course you already know that…
You fed your cock into my arse. At first the pain was sharp and intense, but once you had been inside me for a few seconds the pain subsided and it was overtaken by pleasure. You raped my arse hard. You thrust away, pumping me hard with your cock, and I was struggling to remain standing. I could feel you were going to cum and I concentrated so hard on trying to remain standing. My tits were slapping my chest and moving frantically with the force you were fucking me. You buried your cock as deep as you could in my arsehole and I could feel your cock pumping your seed into the condom inside me. You pulled your cock out of me and made me suck it clean for you. I love doing that for you.
You looked down at me on the floor and verbally contemplated your choices. You said you could either kill me there and then; just tie me and leave me to be found by a passer-by; or you could take me back to my house to rape me some more. I was told to pull myself together, as you had settled on your third choice. This was no mean feat; God only knows what I must have looked like. My dress was beyond doing anything with as it was completely ripped open down the front. I removed my blindfold, grabbed my jacket and covered myself up as best I could with it. I pulled my hold-ups up and you passed me my knickers. I just put them in my jacket pocket. I was wishing I had worn a longer jacket as my dress was completely ripped open and it wasn't doing much of a job in covering me up. I'm sure you could see the tops of my hold-ups as I was walking. My arms were tingling and were almost numb through nettle stings, as was my face. I'm so pleased I didn't see anyone I knew on the way back as I'm certain I looked as though I'd just been raped!
You held the knife to me and forced me to walk in front of you, so that I couldn't see you. It was only a few minutes' walk back to the cottage, but it was quite terrifying as I was frightened of seeing someone I knew as I looked such a state, and I was scared of what you'd do to me once we got back and no-one could see us. As we were walking, you made me feel the sharpness of the knife blade, which made me extremely horny again; there's just something about knifes and being threatened by them that is so fucking horny. As you made me walk over the large field at knifepoint, you put my hand over your cock in your jeans. It was hard and felt enormous. This made me even hornier.
I let us into the cottage and you threw me into the dogs' bed, under the stairs. You blindfolded me, and removed my coat and boots. You restrained my hands behind my back and you tied my legs together with rope. You asked me if I wanted a drink, which I did as I was really thirsty. I heard you put the dog bowl down in front of me and my heart sank. That is one thing that I really do find extremely humiliating, made a hundred times worse as it's my dogs' bowl, and he's my baby. I also know what a dribbly bastard he is, and I knew the dog bowl would have contained 50% water and 50% dog dribble. Nice. It was a matter of how thirsty I was! I was actually rather thirsty and I didn't think things could actually get much worse, and I didn't think I would get offered another drink, so I drank from the bowl. Mortifying; there's no other word for it. I only drank enough to quench my thirst – I didn't want a dribble overdose!
You pushed me back into the dog bed and began kicking me. I was bound, cornered and unable to move. You trod on my puppy's toy, which I found a little amusing, until you decided to beat me with that too. I'm not sure whether or not you gagged me at this point, I can't remember. You told me that you'd be back and I heard you leave the house. There was nothing I could do, obviously, as I really couldn't move anywhere, plus I knew you'd batter me when you got back if I wasn't where you had left me, so I just tried to get a few minutes rest as I was knackered, beaten and was stinging like hell because of all the nettles. You returned after a few minutes, after getting stuff from your car.
You went into the dining room, and then decided that you wanted me in there with you. You dragged me in there by my legs, which were still tied together. I was told to kneel up, which I struggled to do on my own because my arms and legs were restrained. You ordered me to suck your cock, which I found with my mouth and I preceded to pleasure you. You quickly decided that you wanted nipple clamps on me. You asked me if there were any upstairs and I told you there were. You went upstairs to get them; there are three pairs up there, one of which I'm convinced are the most severe nipple clamps known to man. I was praying you didn't get those – I've only ever been able to get them on once before, it doesn't help with me having such large nipples.
You appeared again in the room, where I remained kneeling waiting for you. You affixed the nipple clamps to me, and I thanked God that you hadn't got the 'impossible' clamps. I felt you insert something quite large in my cunt, which I wasn't expecting and which made me grunt. You left it inserted and told me to carry on sucking your cock. I sucked your cock hard with my mouth. My hands were still restrained behind me. The dildo wedged up my cunt and the nipple clamps were making me incredibly horny and by the hardness of your cock I knew it wouldn't be long before you would be inside me again.
After a short while you lifted me away by my hair and I struggled to get to my feet. As I stood up, I left the dildo on the floor where I had been knelt. You released the rope from my legs and bent me over the dining table and put your cock inside me. You fucked me viciously, causing my cervix to feel as though it was going to shatter, and making my stomach hurt from the pounding my body was receiving. I let out a squeal as orgasm shattered through my body, though it just caused you to penetrate me deeper and harder than ever. You fucked me on the dining room table for quite some time.
You eventually pulled out of me, and forced me out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. I think my head was totally fucked by this time and I'm having difficulty remembering what we did when we first got into the bedroom. I believe you fucked me on my bed, but I'm not 100% sure.
I know then you lay back on the bed and wanked your cock whilst you ordered me to tongue your arse. This is something that I hadn't really done pre-you, and I'm really getting to love it. I used my hands a little, which you had released by this time, and I was enjoying pushing my tongue inside you as far as I could get it. You could obviously tell how much I was enjoying myself, and you began asking me if I would like to fuck your arse with my strap-on. You know I've done this before with guys, albeit it's more for the 'entertainment' factor, than sexual gratification for me. It struck me at first that you were taking the piss as you really aren't the type of guy that switches, but I was thinking that it certainly wouldn't be the first time that a 'Dom' had wanted me to fuck them. I was letting it run through my mind of how attractive / unattractive it would be for me, and you were pushing me for an answer. I can't even remember what I said. You asked where the strap-on was and I told you.
You moved to get it, although I didn't want you to as I was enjoying giving your arse oral so much. You asked where the inserts were for the strap-on and I directed you to them, although you had used the largest one to wedge up my cunt earlier in the dining room, where it remained.
I must say that by this time my head was no-how and I didn't really know if I was coming or going. I felt physically exhausted, and certainly mentally exhausted. I felt unable to make any type of decision, or even to work out what you were doing to me. I was at this time just a piece of fuckmeat, resigned to the fact that you would do exactly as you wanted with me. The prospect of fucking you with a strap-on I couldn't really comprehend in my head; I found it all terribly confusing.
You ordered me to kneel up on the bed, which I did. It momentarily dawned on me what you had done and I became very, very worried. I felt you penetrate my cunt and my arse at the same time, as you yourself were wearing the strap-on. I honestly don't think I can find the words to describe how that felt. Obviously, your cock is huge, so something up my arse at the same time absolutely stretched me to the hilt, in all directions. You didn't mess about in your fucking style and you really let me have it hard in both orifices. The pain was incredible, albeit it was tinged with pleasure and it was incredibly horny. I began to cry; not necessarily because of the pain, though I'm sure it helped, but I just felt done for, as though I had nothing left for you to take from me. You have a knack of being able to get me to this place. I love it.
You asked me where the bigger insert was. This made me feel completely deflated, and I wondered if things could get any worse, but I told you as you would have found it anyway and I know better than to try and bullshit you. I told you the bigger insert was what you used downstairs. You pulled out of me and I heard you go downstairs to get it. You had been gone a minute and you came back into the bedroom. I was still knelt on the bed, exactly where you had left me.
I felt you enter me and a searing pain penetrated my body. I really cannot describe how this pain felt; it completely and totally took my breath away. I don't think I even squealed at first, I can't remember. My head couldn't ascertain what exactly you were doing to me to create so much pain. I thought that as I was in so much pain, my arse had to be involved in some way, but I couldn't decide. I really did not know where the pain was coming from or what you were doing – I had complete headfuck. I reached around to my arse with my hand, as I wanted to know whether or not you were in my arse. It was empty. The realisation hit me that you had your huge cock and the strap-on in my cunt at the same time. No wonder I was in so much pain. I doubted afterwards that you had actually swapped the inserts, and had actually fucked me at the same time with your cock and the big insert. I simply don't think they'd fit at the same time, but then again the pain was intense enough that this could have been the case. I'm still undecided about what you actually used, and you won't tell me…
As my hand came back round from my arse, my fingers found my clitoris. It struck me as the only relief I could think of to relieve my body of some of the pain it was in. As my fingers played around my clit, which was soaking wet, I found you double-fucking my cunt more and more pleasurable. The closer I got to orgasm, the harder you fucked me. I had an enormous orgasm, which you fucked me through. I know this is bad of me, but I can't remember you coming again. I think you came here, but I'm not sure. I'm sure you came twice, once in the woods, and once in the cottage, but I can't exactly remember when. Sorry.
As soon as I came the pain overtook my body like an enormous wave engulfing me and I think I became very noisy and I think I began begging you to stop. You knew I was completely done for and you pulled out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, naively hoping for a few days recovery!
I heard you fishing around again in the SM 'department' in the bedroom. My heart sank, wondering what on earth you could be up to now. I seriously didn't think I had much life left in me.
You came over to me and started to put restraints on my wrists and ankles. I began to get scared, very scared, as I knew my bits were in tatters and could seriously take no more. I felt as sore as hell, to the point where you still felt as though you were inside me! You restrained me, spread-eagled, to the bed.
I heard you snapping latex gloves on, and the gorgeous smell of latex soon filled my nostrils. This had a calming effect on me and you began touching me with your hands and running your hands over my face. Even in my state of 'I-never-want-any-sexual-contact-ever-again-in-my-w hole-life' I felt sexually aroused by you wearing latex gloves, it's something that very seriously does it for me.
You stood up and I became worried, and felt extremely vulnerable. I heard you picking up a carrier bag and you said you'd got me something. I wasn't that excited about receiving whatever you had got me, because no disrespect, but you don't strike me as being the type to shower me with rose petals and chocolates, if you know what I mean. I thought right and discovered that you had gone to the great trouble of bringing me some nettles back from the woods. Bless you.
You proceeded in removing the nettles from the bag and putting them on my body, stinging me as you went. You then made me raise my body whilst you put nettles underneath me. Oh, the fun you had watching me trying to strain my body as much as I could before having no choice but to lower my body onto the nettles, as I could no longer hold my body weight in that position whilst restrained.
We (you) then played another of your wonderful creative 'games', called 'Where's the Nettle Going to Land?' You made me guess where I thought the nettle was going to land before you threw it at me. Needless to say I knew I was always going to be wrong (did I even bother answering you?), and needless to say the nettles nearly always landed around my cunt or tit region. Having stinging nettles on a cunt that was battered for three hours after it had actually died was rather, err, challenging and painful.
After you had finished playing your game, you went to run yourself a bath, leaving me lying on the nettles, with the rest of them lovingly arranged on my body. My entire body felt as though it was on the ceiling, and that a million bee stings had set it about… I felt as though I was in a very strange headspace, and I think I did fall asleep for a while, but was awoken when you came upstairs bathed and dressed.
You untied me, un-blindfolded me, and told me to go downstairs into the bath. I was ordered to get into the bath and lie down, face up, which I did. I looked up at you. You were dressed, balaclava on so that I could not see your face, and you were removing your cock from your trousers. You told me to open my mouth, which I did, and you began to piss in my mouth. You then let your piss cover my whole body, over my face, in my hair, and back into my mouth.
You left the cottage, leaving me lying in your piss.
| 25 Oct 09, 8:28 PM a_cunt UK, 2 yrs |
These women all seem to have excellent grammar & spelling; do you give them literacy test before raping them? | ||||
| 25 Oct 09, 8:28 PM northnude UK(BD), 7 yrs  |
Incredibly erotic. What an amazing session and the way your "victim" again describes her cruel punishments, rapes and tortures is superb. Knowing that these sessions are 100% consenual is to me absolutely essential but you are certainly, incredibly creative and your victims must have the most amazing experiences, as this account and other previous ones confirm. I love the way you mind fuck her too in so many different ways with humiliation and degradation, as well as the "rapes" and the outdoor and indoor elements in this account, although incredibly risky are just wonderful. Well done.
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| 25 Oct 09, 9:42 PM Conan_The_Librarian UK(S), 3 yrs |
I don't want to accuse you of plagurism, but isn't this the last line of 'Pride and Prejudice'? What appears to be coming at you is really coming from you. | ||||
| 25 Oct 09, 10:51 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Dear Cunt A fair proportion of these reports are indeed written by the same woman for the precise reason that I have raped her on several occasions.
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| 27 Oct 09, 6:32 PM Heaven_Sent UK(NW), 4 yrs |
And no wonder I'm still walking like John Wayne.
I must never again doubt sick perverts I must never again doubt sick perverts I must never again doubt sick perverts I must never again doubt sick perverts I must never again doubt sick perverts ...
Err, wrong!!! (If anyone has any part-time work available so that I can save up for reconstructive surgery, please do get in touch)
No need to tell me, I've now seen the video footage.
Dirty, dirty boy.... | ||||
| 10 Nov 09, 8:31 PM Cake_x 2 yrs |
There's video footage???!!! .... Are you sharing H??  Anyone for Cake? |
