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Dawn's Doom (MF, nc)
by Imma Scared (rapelover@bigfoot.com)

*


Would you believe I've actually gotten e-mail asking me if this really
happened to me?


 You think you've read this story before. "Doctor charged with sexual
abuse", "Dentist drugs female patients, and rapes them", blah blah
blah.....that sounds cold, I know, but I think I would have preferred
better had Dr. J. actually physically assaulted me, no, I know I would
have preferred that, than to have planned, plotted, and carried out the 
evil that he did.

I had been seeing Dr. J for about 18 months, and I had grown to 
trust him. Once or twice, I would have sworn he had made a pass at me, but
I never was sure. I thought he was attractive, standing at 5'9, luxurious
brown hair that fell softly to his collar, and steel gray eyes that were
softened by gold framed glasses, and his strange way of speaking, as if
he had learned English as a second language. 

Up until the month before what I can only call "The Betrayal", if someone
had asked me to choose between having Dr. J as my therapist, and being
able to date him, I'd have chosen dating him.

As I said, I trusted Dr. J, and when the strange sexual fantasies started
becoming almost obsessive I trusted that he could help me.

***

"We never talked about your sex life before, have we Dawn? I wonder why
that is?" Blushing, I answered, "I guess I really haven't had one in the
last two years."

"And why do you think that is?"

I thought hard. How was it that I had managed not to date in the last two
years? The answer seemed simple enough, "I guess my mother's morals are
rooted deeper in me than I ever thought. I 'm just not comfortable with
causal sex, and it's hard to date a guy without "putting out"

Dr. J leaned over and refilled by coffee cup. "And you disapprove of
casual sex"?

I laughed nervously, "Just for me, Dr., J, just for me."

Dr. J looked at me for a long time, the silence sexed to go on forever.
"So now you have these sexual fantasies. Big strong men, overpowering you,
forcing you to relieve the hardness of their strong manhood." He looked at
his notes. "How did you put it? AH here it is, you say in one fantasy that
they punish and pound your pussy, brutally plunging their huge powerful
piston-like cocks in and out of your helpless pussy." 

Was that imagination, or did I hear a note of relish in his voice as he
said that? "This is what you said? And you also dream this unwilling at
night?" "Yes," I said, "the fantasies coming out of me are weird enough,
but the dreams, oh the dreams frightening!" "Tell me again, Dawn, why the
dreams frighten you so." 

"Well it's more of what I feel when I wake from the dreams. I have this
almost overwhelming urge to get up, throw on a dress and no underwear, and
walk the fours block to the "redneck/biker bar I told you about. Its
almost all I can do to resist the urge"

"Yes, Dawn, a pretty girl like you in a bar like that so late at
nite....such men are not known for controlling they're urges. They are men
from the old days, I would call them warrior types, used to taking what
they want. as well they should. 

And I think they would want you. They could almost smell your , shall I
say horniness, and your helplessness." I trembled, what he said both
aroused and terrified me. "It is too bad that these warrior types are in
the minority now, but I digress.

"We must see if we can keep you safe, Dawn. I want you to keep a log
fantasies and of your dreams. Be very, very, detailed. I want to monitor 
you, and hopefully, find out what triggers these fantasies and dreams.
Then we may be able to work out a way to cure you of them."

He stood up, signalling that our session was over. "When you come back
next week, I've been meaning to ask you before, please bring me a photo of
you for your file, perhaps you could take it in that pretty pink dress you
are wearing."

II

The next week I dutifully brought the photo, and the logs as he has
instructed. He took the picture, looked at, smiled and said, "I hope you
don't mind me saying this. as I am your doctor, but you are very pretty,
very pretty indeed." 

His words surprised me. Being 5' 7,small breasted, with my wild unruly
curly black hair, and hazel eyes, cute might have fit, but Ifelt pretty
was a stretch. But I said nothing, just smiled as Dr. j put the photo in
my file.

To my surprise we did not talk about the logs, my sexual fantasies, or my
dreams. Not that week, nor for the next three weeks, tho each week I
dutifully brought in the logs.

On the fifth week, Dr. J started the session by saying, "Dawn, I think I
understand what needs to be done for you. I wish to be clear on some
things. I notice in most of your fantasies and your dreams, you are very
descriptive of the types of men involved, Yes?" I nodded.

"The men they are all taller than you, you say they are 6 feet? Could some
perhaps be say only 5'10?" "Well, yes, but the central character is always
towering over me, and so I guess that would be at least 6 feet." Dr. J
scribbled rapidly on something in my folder.

"I am intrigued by some of the other details. Rough men. Macho men. Cruel
looking men. Many bald. None are skinny. Is this right? They are well
muscled, or heavy or even fat?"

"Yes."

"Powerful men who overpower you. You are helpless to resist these men.
These men are true warriors, the Romans may have called them barbarians.",
he sighed. "Yes, Dawn, the solution to this barrage of unwanted dreams and
urges, and fantasies is clear to me. You trust me?"

"Absolutely", I said puzzled.

"I assure you Dawn, that in a very short period of time, you will see the
solution I have for you at work!!

III

Well, he did see to it that my dreams and fantasies didn't worry me any
more. He didn't lie about that! I just never will understand, maybe it was
his sympathy for the those men, those types of men he called "true
warriors"? Perhaps he wanted to be one of them. Whatever his motivation,
his solution was the end of life as I knew it.

Dr. J had taken the photo of me in that pink sundress, that showed my long
legs so well, and copied it many times over. He took the logs I so
carefully kept, and had them typed and copied. He attached my photo, my
address, my phone number to each log, and he went to that red neck/biker
bat just a few blocks from me, and he gave every man there a copy. He
found other places where his "warriors" could be found and saw to it that
also received the "Dawn" file.

The nite he went to the redneck/biker bar, he called me first, and for his
own sick reasons, gave me a hint of what was to come.

"Dawn, in you many dreams and fantasies, you never had more than 10 men
after your pussy. Can you imagine what it will be like to have hundreds,
looking to track you down? Women were meant to serve men, to open their
legs to so that men may have their fill of pleasure. That's why you had
those dreams, my dear, you knew what you have been made for! And now you
shall live the life you were made for."

I thought he had gone mad, what he said made no sense, and yet I had a
terrible feeling that I I knew precisely what he meant.

What can I say about that first nite? You may have read about the woman
who disappearance was so strange. Neighbors reported how a drunken gang of
men broke my door down, and carried me off, leaving all that I owned
behind. You may have read, and then forgot as other stories made the
headlines...........

 III

My Masters have allowed me to post this much of my story on the Internet,
as a warning to women and as a kind of call to men. They say that all men
have a right to all the pussy they want, and men must take what is not
willingly given.

My masters tell me I may not tell you of my first nite yet. They invite
you to tell me how you would have treated me that nite, helpless, naked,
and terrified in your hands, for your cocks pleasure? How many friends
would you have invited to share in your new property?

My Masters remind me to tell you that I am valuable property, I must not
be beaten unless I disobey (which I will try my utmost not to do), nor may
I be fisted, or tortured.

My Masters say they wait eagerly for your responses.

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Why shouldn't a woman like to read and write rape fantasies/stories? I
am a woman, but I'll admit that I love rape fantasies. I love to
imagine that I have been taken my force......Why should I be ashamed
of that? 

And I rather find myself turned by men who fantasize about rape.....

Fantasies harm no one.

"here I wonder, if my fantasy were to become a reality: If a Totally
bald man were  to take me against my will, to punish my poor pussy
with his powerful pistonlike prick, would I not find freedon and joy?" 

To access my stories:  try: http://www.deathsdoor.com/need2braped or
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Imma_Scared/contents.html  (100 user
limit, please keep trying if you get an error message!)

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