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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 10:33:44 -0400
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On Fri, 10 Jun 2005 17:57:53 -0400, Arnold Smith wrote:
here's a copy to read
> Julie is a a bright, determined beautiful college girl, and when her
> dreams are filled with sword wielding barbarians raping and using her
> she decides to bring them to life for a weekend of carnal desire and
> bondage. But Monday arrives, and her chains remain.
>
> I hope you don't think I'm a sick pervert after you read this. I mean, I
> consider myself to be more or less a normal, healthy young woman.
> Well... actually, I consider myself to be a little above average. After
> all, I've been a straight A student all my life and am in one of the
> finest universities in the country on a full scholarship.
>
> I've never been the kind to sleep around. But that wasn't because I
> didn't want to. It was more because I didn't want to get a reputation as
> a slut. I had too much dignity for that. Unfortunately, along with my
> dignity comes a much higher than average sex drive.
>
> I lost my virginity very early in my teens. I wasn't forced, or seduced,
> or drugged or drunk, far from it. I made a conscious decision, picked
> out the guy I wanted to deflower me, and set everything up. It was all
> very... efficient.
>
> Unlike most girls, I didn't lose my cherry in the back seat of a car
> under a grunting, groaning idiot. I lost mine in my own living room in
> front of a crackling fireplace with a guy who knew his way around a
> girl's body.
>
> Maybe that was why I became so fascinated with every aspect of sex.
> Also, the guy was much older than me, and much, much bigger, which may
> be where I developed my love of big, muscular men.
>
> I know a lot of girls don't think much of the big muscular guys. You
> know, the ones that really work at it and bulge with muscles all over.
> They like smaller, slimmer guys like Brad Pitt. Not me. I've always had
> a thing for big guys with lots of muscles and few brains.
>
> Of course, being as smart as I am, most guys are dumber than me, and
> being as small as I am, most of them are bigger. That's been mostly
> enough until lately, but after I entered college and began studying my
> major, which is the European dark ages, my fantasies about big muscled
> men became stronger and stronger.
>
> I suppose I should describe myself at this point. My name is Julie
> Conners. I'm just over five foot two and weigh about ninety five pounds.
> I have a really nice body, with a really nice tight little bottom and
> larger than normal breasts that despite their size(38DD), don't sag an
> inch.
>
> I have a sweet little heart shaped face with a small upturned nose and
> big blue eyes. My hair is a bright golden blonde and I keep it straight,
> and shoulder length. I part it on the right and sort of toss it back
> across my forehead just above my eyes.
>
> Now don't get me wrong. I like my body. It's attractive, fit, and
> healthy. I kind of like the attention I get most of the time, especially
> when I'm on the beach in my bikini.
>
> But I'm no dumb bimbo. I have a hundred and forty IQ, I can read, speak
> and write four languages and know more about the world, its geography,
> history and politics, then ninety eight percent of the population.
>
> Unfortunately, with my looks, very few people who don't know me well
> treat me with much respect. Because of that I've learned to be
> aggressive when I want something.
>
> Anyway, I thought, fantasised, and dreamed about being a kind of slave
> girl to some big monstrous barbarians, you know, the Conan types, for a
> long time. In my fantasies I gave up the aggression in favour of a meek,
> servile sex slave who was used and abused by these big horny men...
>
>
> The thick stone echoed with the screams and clashing steel of many
> swordsmen as the barbarians ran through the castle. I flattened myself
> against the wall, then hurried further along, heading for my father, the
> King's secret tunnel escape.
>
> Then there was a scuffle and I sensed movement behind me. Something
> caught my long hair and yanked violently. I screamed, dragged backwards
> by a huge, laughing man. He was bulging with muscles, his face a twisted
> ugly mask of hate and lust, a dark, nasty scar running across it.
>
> He whirled me around by the hair and then threw me through a doorway
> into a chamber. It was one of the sitting rooms and I fell against a
> gilt edged table, only to be grabbed and thrown across a big chest.
>
> The hard wood slammed into the back of my thighs as he came at me, his
> huge, ugly body clad only in furs and shaggy boots, his hair, longer
> than mine, falling in a dirty tangle around his unshaven face.
>
> He grabbed my gown and ripped it apart, tearing it like thing paper, and
> leaving me clad in shreds and my thin shift. then he grabbed the shift,
> tearing it down the front, baring my soft young body to his lewd and
> carnal gaze.
>
> I screamed again, beating at him with my small fists, but he merely
> howled in laughter, slapping my face so hard he knocked me back onto the
> chest. He gripped my slender legs and ripped them open, jerking my
> buttocks to the edge of the chest.
>
> He opened his codpiece and took out his manhood, swollen with lust, dark
> angry red with purplish lines and veins. I gazed at it in horror as he
> brought it towards the softly curled hair surrounding my tight thin
> cleft.
>
> He pushed the knobby head against me and thrust forward, slapping my
> face again as I sought to rise. I cried out again, falling flat atop the
> chest, sobbing with fear and pain and outrage. His organ thrust forward
> again, one of his hands holding it like a weapon as he ground it into
> me, forcing it slowly into my virginal body.
>
> I wept with pain and misery as his prong forced open my womanhood and
> twisted forward. He grabbed me about the waist then, jerking my light
> slender body towards him as he lunged forward with his hips. His hard
> lance drove into me, driving deep into my belly.
>
> I cried out, my sex screaming in pain as it was so harshly, so cruelly
> wounded. I expected to see blood pouring from my opening, but there was
> none. He guffawed, then threw his hips forward again, and I felt his
> hard, throbbing weapon thrust further into my body.
>
> I gasped as I felt the end of the monstrous thing far up inside me. My
> eyes opened in wonderment as my hands flattened on my belly, seeking to
> feel the terrible thing inside me, but I could not, not with my hands,
> yet it was there, and I could feel it inside me, pulsing with life, hard
> against my soft inner organs.
>
> He drew it back, then thrust forward again. His mighty tool impaling me,
> slamming deep into the very bottom of my love chamber. I could feel it
> grinding against that inner part of me that marked the center of my
> being, and groaned from the pain and horror.
>
> The cruel, savage man continued to laugh as he assaulted my defenceless
> body. His hands mauled my breasts, squeezing and tearing a them, his
> large powerful ffingers digging deep furrows in the malleable flesh. He
> buried his face in my throat, biting and sucking and licking like a
> maddened beast.
>
> His loins drew back, then thrust forward again, tearing his male sword
> about in my belly, thrusting it back and forth as he pulled and jerked
> on my hair and forced my face up against his. His lips came down on
> mine, no matter how I sought to avoid their contact.
>
> Then they were locked tightly against my own soft, sweet lips, pressing
> hard, bringing new pain to my tormented body. My eyes opened in
> revulsion as I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I would have bit it
> but was afraid he would murder me at once.
>
> I fought down nausea as he began to rut into me like a maddened thing.
> His hips rutted in and out, plunging his terrible back and forth in my
> sore, agonized chamber. I groaned and whimpered as he used me, his
> member pummelling me as he grunted and cursed.
>
> Then he groaned and his eyes closed briefly as he held himself still
> inside me. I felt a kind of seeping wetness deep inside my guts and new
> that his seed had gushed forth into my belly. I sobbed in misery and
> disgrace, my chest heaving as I wept.
>
> He laughed again, tearing his softening thing from my crotch and shoving
> it back inside his breeches. He grabbed my silken hair and dragged me
> off the chest, shoving me in front of him, then pausing long enough to
> rip the fragments of my gown and shift from off my wounded body, leaving
> me clad in nothing but my skin.
>
> Then he tightly bound my wrists behind me with leather and shoved me
> forward into the hallway. I moved hopelessly along, my head bowed as he
> prodded at me with his dagger. He brought me down into the throne room,
> where my father had once, but no longer, ruled.
>
> His barbarian comrades were all about, laughing, screaming and dancing,
> tearing at hunks of meat with their teeth as they abused the younger
> noblewomen and serving girl.
>
> Naked, I was led into the room and thrown to my knees before the pirate
> lord who led this horde of savages. His eyes gleamed as he gazed down at
> me.
>
> My flesh crawled, already dark red and hot with humiliation at being so
> crudely stripped and used, then displayed to the gathered throng. The
> leader stood up, standing before me. He said something in his barbarian
> tongue but I did not understand it.
>
> Then the man behind me gripped my hair, savagely forcing my head up and
> back. The leader fondled my breasts, a smirk of cruelty on his face,
> then he drew out his manhood from his breeches to much laughter from his
> men.
>
> As the man behind held my hair, the organ was placed against my lips. At
> first, I did not know what he wanted or intended, but his thumbs forced
> my jaws apart and then his organ actually pushed into my mouth! At the
> same time a razor sharp dagger was placed against my throat, leaving me
> with no confusion about what would happen to me should I do harm to him.
>
> He began to slid the thing in and out of my mouth, snarling at me in his
> awful language. One of the men looked over his shoulder and made strange
> looking faces, his cheeks puckered, mouth round as he pretended to
> suckle on something.
>
> He pointed to his lips and I got the idea, reinforced by several angry
> blows to the head. I closed my lips tightly around the lord's member,
> suckling on it as a babe would on its mother's teat. He grunted in
> satisfaction, slowly moving the instrument in and out of my mouth as
> tears of mortified misery slid down my cheeks.
>
> Abruptly, he pulled his instrument loose. I was whirled around, my face
> forced down against the cold stone. He knelt behind me and then thrust
> forward, his manhood driving deep into my exposed loins. There was a
> cheer from his men and a round of deep laughter.
>
> He began to use me then, riding me like a bitch dog as the onlookers
> cheered. I felt a terrible numbness at such utter depravity, and yet...
> something... somehow... inside me there was pleasure, not a pleasure of
> the mind by any means for I was in deepest misery, but my body felt a
> strange, unfamiliar tingling that was far from unpleasant.
>
> The tingling grew and grew, a buzzing vibrating thing that seeped
> outward from my womanhood. His organ continued to churn inside my belly
> as he rutted into me with careless brutality. And something inside me,
> down between my legs, responded to it, responded not like a lady, like a
> Princess, but like a raw, wanton animal.
>
> I moaned in denial, trying to fight it back, but it was no use. It grew,
> its heat engulfing me, flooding through my body, sending wave after wave
> of numbing, terrible bliss and joy through my trembling frame.
>
> I grunted in mindless happiness, my own loins unconsciously jerking back
> against him, my love chamber seeking more and more of his pummelling,
> punishing organ. I moaned in pleasure, my body trembling and shaking. A
> hand in my hair dragged my face off the stone, pulled my body upright as
> he humped into me.
>
> Exclamations from the watchers showed they recognized my pleasure, yet I
> could do nothing, could not help myself, could not even think of
> anything save the craven satisfaction of my own burning lust. He pulled
> harder on my hair, bowing my body back as he drove himself into me
> harder and faster.
>
> Then there was a blinding light and I screamed aloud, my body racked by
> convulsions as my belly exploded with maddened pleasure. I felt his seed
> spraying up inside me, and rather than disgust, felt a kind of gladness.
>
> Then I was shoved forward onto the stone, laying there for only seconds
> before being seized by the gathered barbarians. I was flung on a table
> and another barbarian stepped between my legs, then thrust into me.
> Again and again my body was used, all through the night and into the
> next day. I lost count of the men who had used me and the times I had
> cried out my happiness.
>
> In the morning I would walk in chains, naked among the other slave girls
> as I was marched southwards towards the waiting ships, to be taken over
> the seas and sold as a sex slave. Instead of terror, an odd kind of
> freedom sang in my breast. Then I cried out as yet another massive
> eruption of ecstasy flared within me.
>
> I'm sure other girls have the same sorts of fantasies, though perhaps
> they don't dwell on them as I do. I had a quite a difficult time with
> mine as well because of how, well, how crude and degrading they were.
>
> After all, I'm a feminist and I know I could do anything a man does. If
> any man dared treat me anything like they way they did in my fantasies
> I'd be furious. I don't even tolerate it when they're condescending. So
> you can imagine how guilty and stupid I felt after these masochistic
> fantasies.
>
> How it was that these awful fantasies about being abused and molested
> and raped aroused me so was beyond my understanding. I tried to resist
> them, really. But they began to assume more and more power as I studied
> the history texts and read all about that period.
>
> Not long into the term, I mailed away for, and received, handcuffs,
> leather bondage equipment and a big dildo.
>
> I would chain my legs to the bottom legs of my bed, slowly force the
> thick dildo into my sex, and then manage to chain my hands to the upper
> corners tightly enough that I could pull hard and not come loose, but in
> a way that I could twist my hand around and get free when I wanted.
>
> Sometimes I would lie there, my eyes closed, my arms and legs constantly
> pulling at the bonds holding them, my muscles squeezing and clasping
> down on the dildo inside it. I would often arch my back, and raise my
> groin upward so I could bring my sex down against the bed and force the
> dildo back into me after perverse, certainly they would not sympathise.
> So I bore them alone and in silence, fighting them during the day and
> giving in during the night.
>
> I felt the slap of his hard body against my buttocks as he grunted from
> behind me. My tightly bound hands twisted and pulled at the tight rope
> binding them and tears of humiliation coursed down my cheeks. Never had
> any man dared so misuse me.
>
> Yet despite my horror and degradation, I felt my woman's body respond,
> as it inevitably must, felt myself drawn into arousal by the force of
> his rutting and the fiercely plunging organ within my tight sheath.
> There was nothing I could do of course, for my body responded quite
> naturally to the lewd sexual poling he was giving me.
>
> I felt the heat burning within my loins as his manhood moved inside me,
> felt his hands roving over my body, pawing and squeezing, then holding
> my hips as he drove himself even harder into me. I came then, crying out
> in helpless ecstasy as the burning heat flared throughout my body.
>
> My head ground into the dirt as it twisted and jerked in a mad paroxysm
> of sexual pleasure. My body shivered and trembled, and my loins drove
> backward to meet his hot blooded thrusting, then I felt his man's seed
> spew down the length of his tube and gush into my belly.
>
> There was nobody I could talk to about these, well... disgusting erotic
> fantasies. My friends simply wouldn't understand, they'd think me sick,
> perverse, certainly they would not sympathise. So I bore them alone and
> in silence, fighting them during the day and giving in during the night.
>
> One day, the idea came to me about how I might be able to fulfil my
> fantasies. It wasn't intentional, coming quite by accident.
>
> It was late at night in my dorm room. I had been up all evening studying
> and had just finished at about three in the morning. My three roommates
> were all asleep long since, and I was quite tired. I remember I was
> wearing a pink jumpsuit and t-shirt.
>
> Tired as I was, I wasn't about to go to bed without a shower. It had
> been quite a hot day and though the dorm was air-conditioned, I'd played
> tennis earlier and hadn't showered yet.
>
> So I stripped, put on my robe, grabbed my towel, along with my little
> bag of toiletries, and made my way down the dimly lit corridor to the
> common showers we use in the dorm.
>
> We're very into feminism, equality, and all that kind of stuff here, and
> so the bathrooms are co-ed. Now, that's not as bad as you might think.
> There are toilet stalls for privacy, and going past them you come to the
> showers.
>
> The showers are four little stalls, each about two feet by two feet
> square, You go in, close the door, lock it of course, then strip.
> There's a little counter to put your toiletries on and a hook to hang
> your clothes out of the way of the shower head's stream of water.
>
> I pushed my way into the empty bathroom, went past the stalls and down
> to the showers and got into one. I closed the door and locked it, then
> opened my robe, putting it up on the hook. It was then that I remembered
> that it was three in the morning and the water would come out ice cold.
>
> I grumbled at my own dopiness, pulled on my robe again and stepped out
> of the stall. I leaned in and turned on the water, letting it run until
> it was really hot. Then I turned the stream to the opposite wall,
> stepped in and closed the door again, putting my robe back on the hook.
>
> I turned the showerhead back to me and let the hot water soak me really
> good. When I was dripping wet, I pulled the lever that shut off the
> water and soaped up. Now I don't know about you, but when my body is
> really tired it sometimes gets quite aroused, as well. As I stood there,
> my body completely slick with white soap, sliding my hands up and down
> my firm, smooth body, my mind flicked to my standard fantasy.
>
> I kind of leaned back against one of the corners of the stall, sliding
> my hands up and down my body, cupping and caressing my fat breasts, and
> sliding my fingers back and forth between my oily pussy lips.
>
> I was running through a village under attack by big, muscular savages
> with their long steely swords. One of them caught me, dragging me up
> across his horse as he howled with triumph and raced out of the village.
>
> There were a lot of them, and I wasn't their only prisoner, but I mostly
> kept the rest in the background, most of my concentration on my own
> captor. He was huge, almost seven feet tall, probably three hundred
> pounds of solid bulging muscles. He had a granite jaw, long gorgeous
> blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.
>
> He threw me to the ground and stripped off my long gown, then with a
> grin of mastery, he forced my legs apart and entered me. He was huge of
> course, his cock tremendously long and thick and it slid into me like a
> log, thrusting deep, spreading me wide open.
>
> My legs were held wide apart as his huge, powerful body covered me. He
> grabbed my hair, twisting my head up as his lips crushed mine. His
> tongue thrust into my mouth, whipping and wriggling around as he sucked
> and mashed his lips tightly against me.
>
> Down between my legs, his hard throbbing cock thrust deep into my belly
> and my cry of pain was swallowed up by his hungry mouth. I slapped at
> him but he easily held my hands away, forcing them up above my head as
> he began to work his massive organ in and out of my virgin pussy.
>
> All around us were screams as other village girls were rudely raped, but
> my concentration was on my pussy, where his fat prong was rutting back
> and forth with such force my body was being jerked and mashed against
> the sweet yellow grass beneath me.
>
> His hard, muscular hips hammered down against my soft, tender thighs as
> he drove his spear down into my belly. He pounded into me with hard,
> even savage strokes, his cock thrusting with long even movements,
> sliding back and forth inside my belly.
>
> His hard body crushed down on top of me, flattening my fat breasts,
> rasping against my soft skin as he rutted against me. His hands worked
> under me, sliding beneath my ass cheeks and he started jerking my ass
> upward to meet his brutal downward thrusts.
>
> As the fantasy played before my closed eyes, my fingers worked harder in
> my soapy pussy. I had three fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of my
> cunny, grinding over my clitty with each stroke. My other hand mashed
> and squeezed my breasts as I moaned and grunted in pleasure.
>
> The big barbarian pulled out of me, turning me over and forcing me onto
> my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and thrust deep into my pussy
> with a single stroke, his cock knob slapping against my cervix with
> painful force.
>
> In the real world I never fucked doggie style, considering it far too
> degrading. I'd seen porno movies of girls getting it like that and it
> was always so clear who was the boss. How could a guy respect a woman as
> his equal when he's had her on all fours, her asshole winking up at him
> as he thrusts into her?
>
> In my fantasy though, my degradation was merely a sign of his power over
> me and my impotence.
>
> I knelt like a dog as he mounted me and pounded his cock into my velvety
> pink pussy box. Men stood around watching as he used me, his hands
> firmly around my hips or waist as he drove his staff into me with hard,
> measured thrusts.
>
> In the shower stall, I turned around, pressing my face into the corner.
> I was incredibly high, my mind buzzing with lust, my body throbbing and
> pounding with desire. I panted and groaned helplessly, my vision
> blurring whenever I opened my eyes.
>
> I was hotter than I'd been for ages, my body pulsing with sexual heat. I
> bent over, sliding downward onto the floor of the stall, consciously or
> unconsciously positioning myself in real life as I was in my fantasy. I
> knelt on the floor, my shoulders pressed to the floor as I mauled my
> breasts with my right hand and fingered my clit and pumped my fingers
> into my pussy with my left.
>
> I was trembling with erotic desire, my knees sliding on the floor, my
> face lowering so my cheek was against the tile. My left arm was down
> between my legs, three fingers pumping in and out of my sex as I spread
> my legs and raised my bottom into the air.
>
> Other images flew through my mind, including one of my favourites, where
> my hands are bound behind me and I'm being pulled along behind a
> barbarian on his horse, a rope around my neck as I trudge along a few
> feet behind him.
>
> I whimpered and mewled as my body was overloaded with sexual heat. I
> felt my orgasm approaching as I pounded my fingers into my box. My eyes
> were clenched tightly closed as I panted for breath. The sound of my own
> breathing and my own heartbeat loud in my ears.
>
> Now, the thing was, when I'd gone out of the stall to start the water up
> and then come back in, I'd forgotten to lock the door. Maybe it was
> because I was tired and it was three in the AM, who knows. But the door
> wasn't locked, and that was to be my undoing. For my fantasy was about
> to become reality.
>
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> -
> From the ebook: The Barbarians' Toy, by Argus. Argus books have been
> published in paper form by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star, Olympia,
> Chimera, and Beeline. His ebooks are available for download
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