Part 3 ( Rape Fantasy )
After her big "pee party" she had two weeks to recover. I have to admit
that the golden shower party wasn't as much of a turn on for me as I had thought
it would be. Although I did enjoy watching her being used and it was a thrill
seeing her lying in that tub full of piss, it's one of those situations that
just isn't the same after you cum. Do you know what I mean? I still get turned
on thinking about it when I'm horny...but it's time to move on. I suppose it's
something of a personality flaw of mine, but I'm always looking for a bigger
thrill than the last. If she let me have 500 guys gang bang her one night...I'd
probably be wanting 600 the next!
Anyway, we spent the next 2 weeks talking about our experiences and our
future together and spending nights together when time and children permitted.
We had one of those "What's your biggest sex fantasy" conversations that couples
usually get into after a while. She surprised the hell out of me with a few of
them...but the most intriguing was her fantasy about being raped. She told me
that years ago when she was 21 and living in her first apartment someone had
broken in one night. She was wide awake but lay in bed perfectly still.
Several times during the burglary the man would walk to her bedroom door and
just stand staring at her. She never moved and eventually he left without
touching her. He stole a number of her possessions but left her alone. She
confided in me that in the years since she remembered that she was terrified at
the time, but there was a thrill in being helpless and not knowing what he was
going to do. She even masturbated to the memory on occasion. I guess you can
see where I'm going with this...
We had a few lengthy conversations about her fantasy and I told her that
I could arrange to fulfill it for her. We outlined a number of safeguards that
would need to be in place. She wouldn't know when or where it was going to
happen and wouldn't know the assailant. After a lot of discussion, she agreed.
My responsibility was to know exactly who he was and to insure her safety. We
wanted her to be raped...not disfigured or killed. It also had to happen at a
time when her 2 year old wouldn't be anywhere near. As usual, I turned to the
AOL forums to find Mr. Right. I chatted with dozens of men. It's amazing how
many guys were more than willing to assist. I narrowed it down to four, which I
met at various times in bars. I finally settled on a fellow who actually served
time for rape 15 years earlier. He had since married and had children, owned a
home and held a responsible position. When we talked, he told me that he had
always been into the BDSM lifestyle and fantasized about rape constantly. His
wife knew nothing of his criminal past and wasn't into anything more than
ordinary sex. He said it was a daily struggle not to rape again, but he had too
much to lose. My coming along was a perfect situation for him to take out his
pent up frustration without the risk of going to prison. When I showed him
Laurie's picture, I thought he was going to cum in his pants. "Sit and spin
toy", he said, "I love that!"
As I had discussed with Laurie, I made sure that he knew that I knew
where he lived and all about his family life. I told him that the only rules
were that there was to be no disfigurement or permanent harm. Other than that,
he was free to use her as he wanted. Too much direction would have taken the
fun out of it. Part of the thrill was not knowing what he was going to do.
The bar where Laurie works closes early on Sunday nights. I'm usually
there with her but not always. I work a day job and can't always be there to
help. The plan was put into action without her knowing anything about it. His
name was Kevin.
The following Sunday I stopped into the bar around 5 in the afternoon
and stayed until 7pm. I told her I had some work to do before Monday morning
and couldn't stick around. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a
pullover top with just thin straps over the shoulder. I'm going to get creative
here because I wasn't there for anything else. The following is an account
based on what I heard from her and from him in the week that followed.
NOTE: Just a word from the author before I continue. I believe that rape
fantasy is fairly common within our BDSM community but I would caution anyone
reading this to think twice before pursuing it like we did here. In spite of
all the safe guards I tried to build into this, it was an extremely dangerous
situation and could easily have resulted in Laurie being seriously hurt as you
will see when you read on. It's a really erotic memory for both of us now...but
in retrospect, it really wasn't worth the risk. It didn't occur to me until
afterward that if Kevin's relationship with his wife were ever to fall apart, WE
would be the ones who were subject to blackmail.
The rape...
Kevin had been fantasizing about this for days leading up to Sunday.
That in addition to years of frustration from fighting his urges and maintaining
his new family life. I had made the mistake of telling him more than I should
have about Laurie and I. I thought I had enough "leverage" to maintain some
level of control over him. As much as that was true, he wasn't stupid and
realized that no matter what he did, we were in no position to claim rape if he
crossed a line. The exchange of e-mail and phone calls left us as vulnerable to
social ruin as it did him.
He spent the afternoon drinking and planning his attack. He even
masturbated because he was afraid his excitement would bring the evening to an
end too soon. At some point during the afternoon he got in touch with a former
prison mate named Ritchie. He had stayed in touch with Ritchie after his
release and they acted as something as a mini support group for each other.
Ritchie had done time for aggravated assault at the same time Kevin was serving
his rape sentence. This whole thing was supposed to be Kevin alone. At 6'2"
230 he would have no trouble handling Laurie by himself. Afterward, Kevin swore
up and down that Ritchie had called him out of the blue and it "just came up".
Personally I think he's full of shit. I believe he got himself worked up and
drunk, then called Ritchie because he wanted to have his friend share in the
fun. That way they would each have someone to brag to about it to later
Laurie called me at 9pm. I was home thinking about what was going to
happen and wishing I could somehow be there to see it. It had been a slow day
and she was getting ready to lock up the bar and start cleaning. I was secretly
hoping that Kevin got there early enough that he wouldn't miss her. I should
have known better. Kevin and Ritchie had been sitting in the parking lot since
8:00. They were drinking and making plans of their own.
Laurie gave last call and by 9:20 the building was empty. She went
around the building locking the doors, then went about the tedious task of
cleaning and setting up for the next shift. She finished at about 11 o'clock.
She was happy to be done early and didn't think about it much when she stepped
out the door and pulled it shut behind her. The parking lot was dark and the
bar sits on a rural highway that rarely sees traffic in the off hours. She
started her customary "walk around" of the building to test the doors from the
outside. The building isn't all that big, but there are seven different
entrances. The night shift always made a habit of walking around the building
to make sure that all the doors were properly locked.
She walked around the back and went to try one of the doors that wasn't
accessible by the public. Without warning, Kevin grabbed her from behind by the
back of the neck and shoved her hard up against the door. He had a knife to her
throat. He pressed the full weight of his body against her, pinning her between
him and the door. She was terrified! "Open the door cunt" , he said in a
whisper. "No Please!!! Listen, I..." He tightened his grip and pressed the
knife harder against her throat. It was enough to cause a small trickle of
blood. "I said open the door you fucking cunt! Make me say it again and you
die right now!" Laurie was flushed pale white and had started to cry. The
thought of our fantasy discussion hadn't even entered her mind. She thought this
was a violent robbery. She fumbled looking for the right key in the darkness.
As she turned the key in the lock she briefly glanced around to see if there was
anyone to see or help. There wasn't.
When the door opened he shoved her roughly through it and slammed the
heavy steel door behind them. It was pitch black and she could feel him
examining the wall for a light switch. After a moment all he said was "Where's
the light bitch?". "Please don't hurt me...there's a cord hanging from the
ceiling light, I'll get it for you". Her voice was broken as she tried to talk
through the tears. Again he pressed the knife into her already bleeding neck.
"You run you die, understand?" She nodded slightly and he released his grip.
Laurie made her way to the center of the storage room and pulled the cord which
immediately illuminated the room with the shadowy light of a bare bulb that hung
from the ceiling. She looked at Kevin who was standing a few feet away from her
with the knife in his hand. She was startled when she saw Ritchie standing just
behind him. It was the first time she realized that there was more than one of
them. For a second she froze, unable to move. Suddenly she made a run for the
door that led into the bar. If she made it, she could run through the dark
building to the nearest exit and at least get outside to possible safety. She
might have made it too, but for the freshly mopped floor. As she bolted through
the door and hit the wet tile, her feet immediately went out from under her and
she landed on her back with a thud. It was her last mistake.
Kevin was right behind her and grabbed her with one hand by the arm
yanking her to her feet. He smacked her hard across the side of her face, then
spun her around and pushed her face onto the top of the bar with her arm twisted
behind her. He motioned with his other hand to Ritchie who stepped in and
placed a black gym bag on the bar next to her head. Laurie was pleading with
them. She was scared to death and truly felt she was pleading for her life.
Kevin ignored her as he dug through the bag with his free hand and retrieved a
role of packing tape. It was the clear strong kind that they use for shipping
packages. He brought her arms down behind her back and wrapped layer after
layer around her wrists, binding them together. He then spun her around to face
him with his body uncomfortably pressed up against her forcing her into the bar
behind her.
"Ok, listen to me cunt. This is how it's going to be. You do what we
say and you might live through this. Fuck with us again or try to run, and
you'll never see that kid of yours again. Now WHERE'S THE MONEY!". Her mind
raced. Laurie isn't stupid and the reference to "that kid of yours" didn't
escape her. It was the first time the thought crossed her mind that this might
be a scenario I had arranged for her. At the same time, she knew that I would
never have put her in physical danger and she definitely felt that she was in
danger now. When she hesitated in thought, Kevin slapped her hard again.
Really hard! The tears started again. "I've already put it in the safe...I
can't get to it...I swear!!!" Kevin was angry. "FUCK!". Kevin looked at
Ritchie. Robbery had never been part of the plan...they had come up with this
on their own while waiting for her to close. "Where's your money?" Laurie
tearfully explained that it was in her purse in her car. She was regretting
that she had dropped it on the car seat before starting her walk around of the
building. She was wishing she had something to give them so they would leave.
He told Ritchie to go and get her purse from the car then to make sure
he locked the door behind him when he came back in. As Ritchie walked toward
the back door, Kevin turned his attention back to Laurie. By now she had
stopped crying hysterically and just had a few tears running down her face. She
was going over and over this in her mind, trying to figure out what exactly was
going on. Kevin peeled another strip of tape from the role and placed this one
over her mouth. For the first time he turned his attention to her body and
started to slowly run the knife down her cheek to her neck. He paused briefly,
then continued down toward her breasts. Laurie has really small tits, but her
nipples get quite large and were clearly visible through the tight top she was
wearing. He played with each nipple with the edge of the knife, running the
point of the blade over them gently and enjoying the involuntary response. She
was starting to wonder where this was going when Ritchie walked back in with her
purse.
Kevin set the knife down on the bar. Laurie's hands were well bound and
she wasn't going anywhere. He took the purse and dumped the contents on the bar
top. Among the contents were her wallet, keys, coins, makeup and an assortment
of odds and ends. There were also two tampons. Kevin dug through the wallet
and retrieved the bills, counting them quickly. "110 dollars! THAT'S IT?"
Laurie shrugged her shoulders. It had been a slow day. Kevin shoved the money
into his pocket, then picked up one of the tampons. "Is that cunt of your
bleeding right now? " After brief thought, she nodded in the affirmative
thinking that maybe she could avoid being raped if he thought she was on her
period. She was still uncertain about whether this was planned or not.
While her mind raced, Kevin suddenly put his hand around her neck and
grabbed the top of her shirt with one hand and ripped it off in one violent
maneuver. Laurie's eyes widened and the tears started flowing again. "That's
Ok whore...since you don't have enough money for us, we can find another way for
you to make it up to us. I know you wouldn't want us to go through all this
trouble for nothing." With that he turned her again so that she was facing the
bar and quickly lifted her by the waist. She was bent over the bar with just
her shorts on and her legs dangling in the air. "Give me a hand." Ritchie
quickly moved in and put a hand on her back to hold her in position while Kevin
undid the snap and zipper on her shorts and roughly stripped them from her.
"Hey look! Her cunt is bald!" Ritchie nodded in approval. He was the less
patient of the two and finally spoke up. "Lets fuck the bitch...c'mon Kev".
Kevin shot him a look. They had discussed a "no names" rule. "What's the
rush...we have all night!" Laurie moaned when she heard that.
Kevin admired her ass, which was being presented so nicely as she was
bent over the bar. He started to explore her ass opening with a finger. "Hey
cunt...not a problem that you're on the rag...I think I like this one better
anyway." With that he shoved a finger into her anus. She screamed through her
tape gag as the dry finger penetrated her. Ritchie had noticed the hand lotion
sitting on a counter behind the bar. Most bartenders keep the stuff handy
because of having to constantly wash glasses. It tends to dry and crack the
hands so they use it frequently. "Yo pal..." he tossed the bottle to Kevin who
just said "Great!" He addressed Laurie..."Hey look bitch, I have everything you
need now!" With that he spread a generous amount of the lotion on his hand and
immediately rammed three fingers up Laurie's ass. She screamed again and
wriggled violently to try to escape. The lotion caused Kevin to loose his grip
and she slipped over the bar onto the floor with a thud. Ritchie grabbed her
hair and pulled her to her feet. In spite of her fear and pain, she noticed how
strange it felt to be standing on the sticky floor behind the bar in her bare
feet. She was feeling slightly less afraid now. She figured if all they wanted
was sex...she could certainly handle that. Just as that thought crossed her
mind, Kevin punched her in the stomach causing her to drop to one knee on the
floor. He then smacked her face knocking her backward then finished with a kick
to her side while she was on the floor. She couldn't move and just lie there in
pain. Ritchie started fishing around and found 2 bottles of beer for them.
"Are we going to fuck the whore or not...I thought that's what she wanted?"
Kevin was growing annoyed with Ritchie. "Yeah, you impatient fuck! That's
what we're going to do."
Kevin picked her up with one arm around the waist and walked out to the
bar area which was dimly lit by a few neon signs. Like many bars, the place had
no windows that provided a view from outside. He pulled the chain to turn the
light on over the pool table and dropped her on top. She was on her stomach,
hands bound behind her back under the bright light of the pool table. Kevin's
eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey Ritchie...come here and bring that lotion...lets
play some slut pool." By this time Laurie had given up protesting. She figured
her best bet was to cooperate and wait it out. Suddenly Kevin smacked her on
the ass and said, "Hey you lying cunt! Put your ass in the air...up on your
knees!" She complied. He roughly stuck both thumbs into her pussy and pulled
her lips apart wide exposing much of her inner pink. "I don't see no fucking
string sticking out...you lied to us!" When Laurie didn't react to the comment,
he took a pool que from the wall next to the table and smacked her hard across
the ass. She couldn't see it because she was face down with her butt in the
air, but he swung like a major league player. With the first shot she screamed
through her gag and dropped back onto her stomach. He swung twice more with
equal power...enough to break the stick in half with the third blow. She had
three giant welts across her ass that would be there for weeks to come. She was
crying again...this wasn't the fantasy that we had talked about...this was just
plain violent rape. She was scared.
All the while I was home hoping she was having fun. I was a little
worried, but after seeing how she had handled the porn shop and the pee
party...I thought she'd be having a blast. I was wrong. Meanwhile Kevin and
Ritchie were drunk, horny and having a ball because they knew they were doing
this with immunity. As Laurie lie there crying and in pain he leaned down next
to her and whispered "How does it feel knowing your boyfriend arranged this for
you? I guess the limp dick thought that you needed a good fucking by a couple
of real men!" At this point it had only been 20 minutes since they grabbed her
at the door. It probably seemed like hours to her.
"Ritchie, c'mon, lets teach the cunt some manners!" Ritchie didn't need
much encouragement. He grabbed her hair and pulled her so that her whole neck
and head were off the table. He had already undressed and was rock hard waiting
for his chance. As her head dropped off the edge of the table he ripped the
tape from her mouth and shoved his cock in to her throat gagging her with the
first thrust. Kevin seemed content to watch the assault for a moment, almost as
if it were a movie. He started to rub her clit very gently. It was the first
gentle thing he had done since he grabbed her at the back door. Laurie adjusted
herself quickly to Ritchie's rhythm so that she could breath between thrusts.
Her body betrayed her as she began to respond to the clit massage and moisten.
Kevin kept a running monologue going the whole time. "You like this don't you,
you little cunt? Your boy friend told me all about you, you know. He even let
me read the story he's writing about how much you like sucking cock at the
bookstore and how much you crave piss." Laurie was responding to the cock in
her mouth and the rubbing of her pussy but made a mental note to ask about the
"story" thing later. She hadn't known about this before. "Oh and I almost
forgot! He told me how much of an ass whore you are too...You like having your
ass fucked don't you, you little slut!" She didn't answer and he grabbed her by
one leg and pulled her up off the table and smacked her viciously on the ass
cheek. "I said...YOU LIKE BEING FUCKED IN THE ASS DON'T YOU WHORE?". She let
Ritchie's cock slip from her mouth for just a moment and whimpered..."Yes".
Ritchie smacked her on the side of the face and grabbed her ears to make sure
she didn't let go again. Kevin was quiet for a moment and seemed to have
disappeared. Suddenly Laurie felt something slimy beginning to rub up and down
her pussy and ass. It was the blunt end of the broken pool stick!! Kevin had
grabbed it from the floor and mercifully greased it with some of the hand
lotion. She was just starting to think that he must not be too bad since he
lubed it up for her when "BAM!" He suddenly shoved a full foot of it up her ass
without warning. She arched her back to try to slide away from it but all that
did was push her face harder into Ritchie's cock. Kevin worked his new pool
stick dildoe in and out of her ass with long hard strokes. Each time he drove
it in it was hard enough that it was like he was punching her ass with his fist.
I guess the image finally got to Kevin (lucky for Laurie) and he couldn't take
it anymore. He climbed on top of her and began fucking her pussy as hard and
fast as he could. Ritchie finally drove his cock as far down her throat as he
could and held it there while she frantically kept trying to swallow to avoid
her gag reflex. The muscles of her throat massaged him like a milking machine
and he soon spilled his sperm deep in her. It filled her mouth as he started to
stroke in and out again after the initial burst. This guy must not have been
laid in years because he had one helluva a backup! She barely noticed the jism
that ran down her face and into her eye because by this time Kevin was in a
frenzy. He was fucking her with very long hard strokes and Laurie herself was
lost in her forthcoming orgasm. Kevin had resumed his dialogue when she started
to respond to his thrusts. "That's it cunt...he was right, you are a fuck
pig...you love this don't you? Tell me how much you love it...Beg me to rape
you more you fucking pig". With her mouth now free, Laurie started to respond
verbally and actually meant it. "Yes...rape me harder...fuck me, make me your
fuck toy...OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM!" With a final powerful thrust Kevin
emptied his balls deep inside of her. She told me later that she could feel the
warmth of his sperm as it unloaded. She had her own powerful orgasm at the same
time that he did.
He didn't withdraw right away, but lay on top of her with his cock still
buried in her. Ritchie was spent and sitting on the edge of the pool table
watching the action. Kevin had pulled her back up so that her whole body and
head were on the table and was now stroking her hair as if they had just made
love. She was covered in sweat, bruised and battered but enjoying the
gentleness and still had that nice blissful feeling from her orgasm. With his
cock still inside her, her pussy would spasm every few seconds as if trying to
milk the last bit of cum from his softening cock. Finally Kevin withdrew and
stood up. He looked down at Laurie still laying on the pool table with the pool
que sticking out of her ass. The slate of the table was cold and she readjusted
herself a bit to get more comfortable. She was suddenly startled by the sound
of the coin slot on the table being pushed in and the loud noise as the pool
balls came rolling down their little ramp. "They're not really going to play
pool now are they?" She thought to herself. Kevin retrieved one of the balls
and looked at it for a moment. With an evil grin he started to rub it up and
down her slit. "Oh No, he's not..." she thought. She felt the pressure
increase until the ball entered her pussy. Luckily she was still well
lubricated from his semen. "We can't have you spilling all that perfectly good
cum, can we?" "We'll just have to plug that hole so you can enjoy it for a
while." As the ball disappeared inside her Kevin bent down to reach for a
second. By the time he went for the forth she was getting nervous. After all,
there were 15 balls in the table. Kevin became angry when he reached for a
fifth and the forth popped out of her. "SHIT! Hey Ritchie, grab that tape for
me." It only took a few seconds for Ritchie to return with the packing tape.
Kevin forced in the fifth ball then started roughly wrapping the clear tape
around her as if making a tape diaper. The tape was extremely strong and the
pool balls were going nowhere. She was secretly glad that she didn't have to
pee. Laurie closed her eyes and thought of what a sight she must be with that
pool stick sticking out of her asshole and 5 balls secured inside of her cunt
with the tape. She didn't open her eyes, but heard the bathroom door open and
close. She was just starting to think about how this hadn't been so bad when
she heard the bathroom door again.
Kevin climbed back up on the table and suddenly grabbed both of her
nipples and lifted her so her whole upper body was off the table. She cried out
in pain. He twisted them hard, then let go and she dropped. Her head bounced
off the table. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"You fucking bitch! If you hadn't made us wait so long I wouldn't have
cum so fast! Now you ruined it! You just got raped and you're too fucking
stupid to realize it! Why did you make us wait so long?" Laurie was shocked at
the sudden violence and stammered a bit. "But I...I had to clean the...". SLAP
Kevin slapped her hard again across her face. "Shut up cunt, you didn't clean
shit...that men's room is disgusting!" "Why are you so angry?" Laurie pleaded.
"This ain't about you having fun you little whore...this is about us having fun.
I'll tell you what, how about if we help you finish cleaning...Ritchie, get that
door for me." By now Laurie's lip was bleeding from the last blow. She wanted
to ask what they were doing but was afraid to say anything.
She heard Ritchie open the men's room door. Kevin was genuinely angry.
He was pissed off that this long time dream of his was ending after not much
more than an hour. "Let me help you finish cleaning, cunt. Then you can go
home to your boy friend." Before Laurie understood what he meant, he had rolled
her over and grabbed a fistful of her hair with his left hand and the stick
protruding from her ass with the other. He picked her up effortlessly from the
table this way and headed toward the bathroom. "NO!!!" She cried. She had
thought this whole thing was over! She was not wanting this!
Kevin carried her into the men's room by her hair and the stick buried
in her rectum. She was light and it didn't take much effort for him. Once
inside, he aimed her head at the urinal and used the stick to hoist her ass up
above the level of her head. Her chin was resting on the edge of the urinal as
she was suspended in the air. The stench was already starting to make her gag.
"YOU CALL THAT CLEAN YOU STUPID CUNT?" Laurie looked at the pool of urine mixed
with several cigarette butts and suddenly wished she had been more thorough when
she cleaned earlier. It wasn't really the bartender's job to clean the
bathrooms...but she was lucid enough to recognize the futility of trying to
explain that to Kevin.
I think at this point Kevin had lost sight of the situation. He wasn't
horny anymore, but his years of anger at women in general was coming out and he
was taking out his frustration with his wife, the rape victim who had sent him
to jail, and any other negative in his life on Laurie. He shoved her head into
the urinal burying her chin in the small pool of piss in the bottom of it. He
was screaming at her to drink it and she was screaming in pain. This was
different from her consensual party two weeks earlier and she knew she would
vomit any second. Thank God his friend Ritchie had some sense or I don't know
what might have happened. I was angry when I first found out that Kevin had
deviated from the plan and taken it upon himself to bring a friend, but now I am
grateful that he did. Ritchie was all for the "rape fantasy" and getting a
piece of ass for himself, but this was scaring him. Ritchie said something
about Carol ( Kevin's wife ) and suddenly Kevin seemed to snap back to reality.
He stood there for a second just holding Laurie suspended in the air with his
death grip on the protruding stick and her hair. Then reality seemed to set
back in on him. He didn't drop her, but after a moment he gently lay Laurie
down on the men's room floor. She was crying again. He seemed to realize it for
the first time that evening. He walked out of the men's room and left her
panting on the floor. A minute later Kevin returned. Laurie had a moment of
panic as he leaned down over her. He rolled her onto her stomach and carefully
used the knife to cut the tape that bound her wrists. Her arms were free for
the first time since they had walked in. She didn't move.
Laurie didn't hear them leave, but after about 5 minutes she picked
herself up from the disgusting floor and freed herself from the tape and the
broken pool stick that was still buried inside her. The lubricating hand lotion
had dried up and it took her some time to get it out. She wanted to squat down
to release the pool balls that were inside her snatch but couldn't until the
stick was removed. She finally freed herself completely. She walked out to the
bar, which was dark and quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the
beer coolers. On the bar, neatly folded were her clothes (although the shirt
had been ripped in half and her $110 was sitting on top of the pile. She went
to the ladies room and cleaned herself as best she could, then dressed. She
looked in the mirror and thought for a second "I can't believe I asked for
this..." Her hair was a mess from sweat and struggling. Her face was only
slightly swollen but there was a big bruise on her right cheek and her lip was
bleeding. He ribs hurt terribly from the earlier kick and her asshole was very
sore. She had tried to wash somewhat using the sink in the lady's room and had
noted that she had some blood spotting from her rectum. Her nipples hurt too,
but it was minor compared to everything else. I had hurt them worse in the past
in our normal sex. It was ten minutes after midnight. The entire event had
only lasted just over an hour. She told me later that the final humiliation was
that she had to clean up for them after they left. There were several beer
bottles near the pool table and the broken pool stick had to be disposed of.
She left the bar at 12:25am and went straight to her place. She wanted to go to
bed but took a moment to sit down at her computer and send a text message to my
cell phone. I got the message at 12:45
From : Laurie
Subj:
Text: Slow night but different. I'm tired. Talk to you in the morning. Love
you.
When I got the message I was immediately concerned but figured I had
better give her the night to relax and rest. I picked up the phone and called
out from work the next day. I didn't sleep much that night. I tried calling
Kevin on his cell phone but got his voice mail.
I was going to end Part 3 of this here but I have a little to add. This story
isn't meant to be a "public service announcement" but I want to share a little
of the aftermath for anyone who might be contemplating playing out their own
rape fantasy. If you don't want to hear it, don't read on. It's just that I
noticed that over 6 thousand people read my Part 1 of this in the first 3 days
it was on the site. If someone else out there has their own rape fantasy that
they are thinking about playing out...I want them to know the risks and
ramifications. In Part 2 (Toilet Training), I embellished a little bit to make
the story more interesting to everyone. Although for the most part it was
accurate. Part 3 is a very straight forward account of exactly what happened,
as told to me by both Laurie and Kevin. If you are going to do it, just do it
right and know what you are getting into.
Laurie and I spent most of the next morning lying in bed together. I
showed up at her place at about 8:15 in the morning and climbed into her bed. I
immediately noticed the bruising and swelling. She woke as I was climbing in
and she immediately wrapped her arms around me and just held me for a long time.
Eventually as she started to wake up, the conversation turned to the events of
the night before. She wasn't angry at all, but made the point that the fantasy
had been fulfilled. In other words...let's not repeat that one, at least not in
the near future. She had been terrified. In our previous episodes, I had been
close by. At the pee party I had even enlisted a "bouncer" in case someone got
out of control. The scene at the bar provided no such insurance. By the time
she had showered and dressed at around noon, she was already somewhat
enthusiastically recounting the details of the rape and admitted that talking
about it was a turn on. I even made a joke about hoping it wasn't my favorite
pool stick and she laughed really hard. The laughing hurt her ribs. In the
end, she told me that she was really enjoying her slut training and wanted
nothing more than to become a total whore for me in anyway that I wanted. She
hoped to serve me for many years to come. She also wanted to survive it. She
would need some time to recover from the night before, but assured me that she
would soon be ready for the next step. We were on an adventure she wanted us to
continue together for a long time.
I talked to Kevin the next day and several times in the days thereafter.
He was apologetic and admitted that he had lost control near the end. He wanted
to talk to Laurie to apologize to her and I had to explain that it wasn't going
to happen. I wanted to get all the details he remembered from him, but
afterward I told him that we would never speak again. I pointed out that he had
had his fun but was back to the normal life he had worked so many years to
establish. He agreed that it was probably for the best if we parted paths. In
a strange twist I received a $200 gift certificate in the mail from him 2 days
before I finished this part of the story. It was for one of the best
restaurants in the area. I'm wondering if I should tell Laurie where it came
from while we're dining. I'll figure that out later. I still see Kevin on my
buddy list almost every time I log onto the computer...but we don't exchange
IM's anymore.
I'm not sure what Part 4 of this story will be yet. Where do you go
after this? In spite of our enthusiasm, we are both relatively new to this. If
anyone has as idea, feel free to e-mail me or send a private message. Laurie
knows about this story now thanks to Kevin. I'll let her read any suggestions
that we receive.
More to come...
