Imagine... So Far into Woods (d/s, s/m, m/f, rape)To a woman,
a rape fantasy is "Somebody really, really wants me." What follows is a fantasy world. If you find yourself confusing fantasy with reality, even occasionally, please do not read the story. For Elisabeth, who trusted me with this fantasy.
We walk along a path, holding hands, and talking. Engrossed
in conversation, you don't realize that we have walked far into woods.
So far, so alone, that no one could possibly hear us... We come to a clearing.
You're surprised to find a log cabin, stacked cordwood, and other supplies
there. Enough food and wood to last several weeks. A dog is tied to a
tree, watching our approach, wagging it's tail exuberantly, waiting. The
dog knows me, and you realize immediately that I have prepared this place
for us. You start to ask a question but I cut you off. "Do exactly
as you are told. Be silent. Stand still. Look at the ground." All
pretense of respectfulness suddenly gone, my gaze moves over your figure.
I look directly at your breasts, then our eyes lock. "Life will get
very unpleasant if you refuse me anything. You are here for my pleasure
and I will use your body in any way I choose. Disobey and you will be
punished." Panicky, you look for a place to run, but before you can
act I seize you by the hair. Struggling against overwhelming strength,
you are pulled over to a post that is set firmly in the earth. Naked except for panties, blindfold, and the collar that assures your helplessness, you have been slowly stripped Now even that skimpy cloth is cut away. I touch you. Everywhere. You kneel with knees spread, head and arms thrown back, eyes closed, waiting. Breasts exposed. You are a beautiful woman. I run my hands over your body, pausing to explore a curve, then probe an opening. I examine your breasts. Squeeze them, pinch them. All of your curves are handled, all three openings penetrated. Forced to cooperate with all the intrusions, you're ashamed that a stranger knows the depth of your pussy and the tightness of your ass. It is a chilly night and you are thankful that I have posed you near the fire. Soon the punishment will begin. You have obeyed every command since your submission, but now you are faced with the need to disobey, for although you have been commanded to be still and silent, the need to pee grows stronger. What will the punishment be for that embarrassing transgression? As you wait you smell food cooking and hear me moving around you. There is a large box next to the tent. I open it and get something out. I come close now and stop, standing over you. You listen intently, trying to anticipate what I'm about to do, but you hear nothing. Suddenly you feel your right nipple pinched and you flinch. More from surprise than pain you almost cry out but you control yourself. Chest heaving, only your breathing betrays your shock and discomfort. I leave again and you are surprised that the nipple is still being pinched. A clothespin? Returning, I command you. "Hands behind your back. Lean forward. Not too far. Let your tits hang. I remind you to be still and silent, or you will be bound in this position and additional punishments added." Breasts hanging, arms pulled back, I tighten your blindfold and the manhandling begins. First I lift your left breast, hefting it, gauging how hard to strike. A slap, then a pause as it jiggles. I move to your right breast and repeat your ordeal. You realize
the the ordeal you will endure. Made to beg mercy or struggle to protect
them with futile movement. There is no good choice, only submission. Resolving
to obey utterly from now on, you do not flinch as your breasts are slapped,
then pinched. A different place each time: the top, the nipple, the side.
Blindfolded, you don't know when or where to expect it. Each time harder
than the last, trying to make you cry out. Additional clothespins are
fastened to your nipple. Testing your limit. Trying to make you squirm.
I stop just as you are about to flinch, and you know that I am playing
with you. I could make you flinch any time I want. Make you disobey. Impose
additional punishments. Each time there is a pause between breasts. I'm
in no hurry to finish your punishment. You stand still, breasts hanging,
fully exposed, vulnerable. "Stand.
Answer `yes' if you understand. You will do whatever you are told." (I have never been so utterly dominated in my life. Even so, I have been cared for, fed, kept warm. Although he is stern and demanding, he is also almost gentle with me. The punishments are unpleasant, but he could have really hurt me, and didn't. Funny, but I feel safe here with him, huddling before this fire, waiting for his next order. I want him to fuck me. Any way he wants. God, I have to pee...) (I knew she was submissive. I knew it the first time I heard her voice. So soft, gentle, it reeks of submission. I took a chance taking her here, I could have been wrong, but I wasn't. She creamed her panties when I punished her. I bet she'll provoke punishment if I don't give her enough. Look at her. She's relaxed. She trusts me. She's even teasing me, looking at my cock like that. It's time to see how she services me...) "Get
up." I walk over to the post and sit, leaning against it. "Come
here. Kneel before me, one leg on either side of my legs. Move down a
little. Good. Look at my cock. You will blow me now. If you don't please
me I'll cram it up your ass." (I can't believe I did that! I never would have dared provoke him so. When I am done cleaning myself I will kneel and silently offer him my breasts, and hope that is enough...) (I never expected that! I knew she would have to piss, allowing me to play at being very angry, demanding penance. But what penance is appropriate for a sex slave that fucks without permission then pisses on her master?...) Turning toward you, I see that you are kneeling, head back, breasts thrust out. You are so sexy, so beautiful, naked but for the collar. I am pleased by this act of contrition, but that is clearly not enough. Walking over to the box, I get out several large pillows and ... "Look
here, my Love." In the flickering light of the fire, you can just
make out a large log with pillows arranged to make a chair. On the right
of the chair is a collection of...what? Straining to focus, you make out
a collection of dildos, a small paddle, and lots of leather. Leather what?
Taking some of the leather, I walk over to you. Silently reaching down
I grab a nipple and pull you to your feet. "Be silent. Turn around.
Hands behind your back. Touch your left hand to your right elbow and your
right hand to your left elbow. Stay." Using the leather, I bind your
arms. "Turn around. Pledge your obedience." Wave format (65K) RealAudio format (33K) Exhausted,
you have long since ceased your struggles. The spanking continues, gentle
slaps on tender flesh. Now that resistance has ceased the spanking is
gentle again, more symbolic of your utter submission than true punishment.
I follow each slap with a tender, erotic caress on your vulnerable pussy.
You begin to moan. Soft moans are punctuated with short, sharp gasps as
a slap interrupts the caress. It's a hot summer day, sun shining and a cooling breeze blows. I am washing you in cool water. You relish firm, strong massage on your soapy body. A full body massage. Totally relaxed, trusting, you allow me to move you. My massage is expert. I move your bones, testing the limits of your freedom of movement, not exceeding comfort, just pleasant extension. I pull on your arms and legs. Cradle your head, pulling gently, rocking it back and forth. Stretching, then rubbing one muscle group, then it's complement. It feels wonderful. Special attention to the parts made tender. Gentle, healing, loving touch. Thumbs press into the soles of your feet. Face massage: Lips. Temples. Forehead. Eyes lightly circled. Sun warmed water poured over you, rinsing. I admire your clean, supple body. Supporting your head, I lean over you, hand resting easily on your throat, and press my lips to yours. Our first kiss. And another. Moving around. Nibbling, kissing, licking, tasting, I move down your body. I nibble on your breasts, then continue downward. Somehow, you find the strength to open your legs. Knees rise as I find your pussy. Such a wet kiss, gentle and loving, it's hard to believe I'm capable of spanking you there. Sun beats down, heat builds, you begin a slow grind, sweating. When you're ready, I mount you. You are wet and your swollen pussy offers no resistance as I take you. Deeper. Soon I have filled you, and I push just a bit more. You are stretched, my cock testing the depth of your pussy. I finish mounting you: I place your arms above your head, and firmly pin them there. Pushing your breasts together, I lay on your chest, my weight supported by your fine tits, crushing them. My other arm slides under you, to your ass, and I insert a finger to control your hips with. You feel how it is to let a man have you completely. Masculine strength controlling you, you're impaled on cock. My withdrawal is rapid, two-thirds of the way out, then a slow, teasing entry, repeating the filling, then the final shove, testing your depth. Again and again I repeat the fucking. Each thrust fills you completely. Impaling you. Stretching you. As passion builds I withdraw less and less, staying deep inside, moving less but pounding harder, until I withdraw not at all. I just thrust, rocking your hips no matter what you do. Every push stretches your pussy. You gasp as I pull completely out, then plunge home, pounding your cunt. Again and again I roughly pound-fuck you. I return to the deep fucking style. Alternating my technique, stretching, then pounding. You open your legs, the only movement available to you, and beg me to stop. I pound you harder as waves of orgasm roll over you. Lovely tits. Pounding. Desperate kisses. Stretching. Powerful. You shudder as I spill into you. No one hears our screams... "My Love, I'm hungry. Would you stoke the cook-fire before you come back?" You return to the campsite and eye the fire. It's almost out. You throw on a few sticks, then go over to the cooler. You lift it, take it out into the woods, and mischievously hide our food. Then you silently walk over to the post and fasten the collar to your neck. You kneel, arms back, leaning slightly forward, waiting... |
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