Of course as much as I fear the idea of really being raped, there is this odd conviction that I have, i.e., if a totally bald man were to rape me, I would enjoy it.

There is also a part of me that feels that some men, that is men who truly enjoy "fucking" have a right to rape. There is a difference in my mind between sexual assualt and rape.

Rape is, despite what the femi-nazis say, is act of lust and power, while sexual assualt seems to be act of hatred and cruelty. (This is why men who have committed sexual assualt and been castrated continue to attack and harm women.)

In this story, I imagine what it might be like to be used by men who fit my defintion of rapists.

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Paul"s Strange Gift

## By Imma Scared

Paul was my first "love", and my first sexual partner. We had dated in high school thru my first year of college. Paul went away to college, which cooled off our relationship, but we remained good friends. In fact, Paul still had keys to my apartment, so that he could stay there whenever he was in town. I really had not been with anyone else, or looked for anyone else since we broke up, so there was little danger he'd find me "occupied"

In some ways, I trusted Paul more than anyone and felt there was nothing I wouldn't tell him, yet when Paul asked me to tell him my sexual fantasies, I was hesitant. Paul was the type of man I wanted to have a relationship with, even marry. But the kind of man I pictured in my mind when I played with my pussy was the exact opposite.

"C'mon, don't be embarrassed, I really want to know", Paul asked.

I dunno", I said. "Why don't you tell me why you wanna know, and maybe I'll tell you."

Paul, of all people, blushed! "Well, remember Linda? Whenever we made love, she'd scream out "Rape me Paul, rape me!!" It made me hot as hell, made my dick harder too. I liked pretending I was raping her, at the time. Now Sue tells me she want to play "rape" games. So I wondered did you have those rape fantasies too?"

"Yes, Paul, to be honest I did, and do. Nothing really violent though."

Paul grinned at me, "So tell me!"

"Okay, here goes: I am over-powered by a man (or men) who are total strangers. They forcibly fuck me, concentrating primarily on me pussy, though they also rape my ass and also force me to suck their cocks. Sometimes I'm tied up, handcuffed or chained, but only as a means of restraint, or to make it easier for the man (or men) to have access to my pussy and/or ass, not as means to inflict pain.

There is no violence (maybe a slap would be okay), The man (men) are big enough and mean-looking enough that only the threat of violence is sufficient to make me submissive to their will. Basically, I want someone to take control so I can be free to really enjoy myself, without being considered a slut."

Paul at this point has unzipped his pants, pulled his more than average sized dick out and is jacking off, "Tell me, do you actually picture the men? What do they look like?"

" Yeah, there's a type of man that just looking at him makes me hot! So I usually imagine them to be 6' or taller, kinda on the heavy side. Some of them have totally bald heads (either naturally or shaved) some of them have long hair like bikers. Some look like the stereo-typical trucker. None of them look like the guys you see in those porno videos you like so much!", I laughed.

Paul has stood up, and is playing with the buttons on my blouse. "So how do you,....that is what is the way that you'd like these guys to get a hold of you?"

"I love the idea of being stalked, or walking into a strange room or even my house and finding my attacker(s) waiting for me, or maybe climbing through my window, or acquiring me through the use of "date rape drugs"."

"Wow!", Paul says, that sure is hot babe!! Why don't you let me stick this dick in you for old times sake?" And because we were such good friends, and because sharing my fantasy with him also made me hot, I let him!

II

It was about a month later, that things started to get weird. It started out with four of the biggest, meanest looking men I had ever seen walking into the diner where I worked, and sitting in my station. One of them e was about 6'2 had a shaved head, and looked like one of WWW wrestlers, hard and big. Just looking at him made the muscles in my pussy twitch, and make me sweat with fear at the same time. I walked over to them, with the strange feeling I was in danger.

"Do you guys know what you want?", I said smiling weakly.

The bald guy looked me straight in the eye and said, "What I want is to shove my 11 inch cock up your tight little pussy, then rape the hell outta your ass, but we'll take some cheeseburgers for now." I blushed furiously as the men laughed ,and before i could move away one of them put a hand the size of a small ham, under my dress, and groped my pussy. I walked away on shaky legs, and gave the cook their order.

I wasn't hassled any more by the men that day, but it seemed everywhere I went in the following days, I saw one or more of them. And they never tried to pretend that they were not watching me. In fact, when they saw that I saw them, they would do things like lick their lips slowly, or rub the quite obvious,and quite huge bulge in their pants. Was I frightened? I was terrified!

The only place I felt safe was in my apartment . That is I felt safe until the phone calls began. "You need to have a thick dick rammed up your ass" or "You need to be fucked till you can't walk!" or "Your pussy belongs to me, bitch!" There was no doubt in my mind who the callers were. But when I called the police, they told me there was nothing that could be done, until the callers actually *did* something.

Finally,one nite, I decided that if I didn't get a good nite's sleep, I would loose my mind. I unplugged the phone, and made sure all the windows were locked. I took a quick shower, not bothering to even put on my nightgown. I woke up to the sound of Paul's voice in my ear, "Wake up Dawn, I've got a fantastic present for you." I opened my eyes, seeing first that the sheet that had covered my nude body was in Paul's hand, and second, that the four men who had been filling me with terror every night for the last month were in my bedroom! In my bedroom and totally naked! "Every woman should have her fantasies filled once in her life," Paul said laughing.

(I need to tell the truth, at the risk of sounding like a slut, at the risk of sounding like I really wanted what happened to me to happen. Even as my mind and my soul felt frozen by fear, I could feel my pussy grow moist at the sight and smell of those men. I was getting aroused like an animal!)

The big bald man grabbed me as I jumped off the bed and tried to flee." Oh god, oh god, " I thought" this can't be happening to me" as I was forced to my knees, my body bent over the edge of the bed, shaking with fear. Strong hands gripped my waist and I gasped as a cock which felt like hot steel rammed its way into my damp cunt, my rape fantasy becoming real, horribly real, my mind trying to shrink from this thing, this horror I had often fantasized about. I felt hot breath on my neck, and my skin crawled as my first rapist drove his massive cock brutally in and out of my poor pussy, each thrust slamming against my asscheeks, making them shudder and quiver.

Suddenly he stopped, and pulled his cock out of my pussy. I sighed with relief, until rough hands grabbed me, flipping me over onto the bed, so that my legs hung down. "I think I want you looking at me," the bald man said grinning, and fell on me, crushing me. Once agin his cock tore into my defenseless pussy like a batter ram, knocking all sense out of me.

He again RAMMED his hard 11 inch into my pussy like a fiend , iand t seemed to hurt even more. I felt such pain...and.......... something else...through my body as my clit was rammed again and again against the bald man's hard flesh there was pleasure.

He slowed a bit, but the power of his thrusts did not lessen. I grunted in time with the thrusts of my rapist punishing, pounding blows, his rock hard cock stuffing me full, my stomach heaving in time with his massive cock battering my insides. He was cursing me now, calling me his "special bitch", his "sweet slut", "whore," as he slammed into me, and I felt something come loose deep inside my soul, and my whole body heaving and jerking as a fire of pleasure raced through my nerves, my body betraying me as the explosive orgasm of my rapist combined with mine, and as he continued slamming into my pussy, making me wail and jerk on the end of his spurting cock as he came, my skin feeling like it was burning with pleasure, my mind floating in a world of ecstasy as I came again in the arms of my rapist. The bald man smiled at me, "liked that didn't you?"

Now another man came forward, He was to huge, his thick arms heavily tattooed with skulls, his cock jerking in it's own eagerness to impale me. He stood looking down at me, "Pussy or ass? Pussy or ass? Hard to decide. You ever been fucked in the ass babe?" I shook my head no. "Hey Paul, don't you want to see your friend take her first dick up the ass? Turn over babe, I think your sweet little ass needs to know the joy of havin' my cock shoved up it!"

I turned over, and then felt something cold and wet poured over my ass. "If it was up to me, I'd shove my cock up you and not give a shit how bad I hurt you, but since Paul is my friend, I'll lubricate ya a little, try and take it easy on ya", Skulls growled. I felt Skulls hard dick begin to push its way into me, and it hurt like hell! "Look bitch, quit tensing up, its only gonna make it hurt more." I tried to relax a little and he pushed further into me and I could barely deal with the pain, how I wished I would just pass out!! "Please, don't do this," I sobbed. But he just laughed as he continued to shove his hard, thick manhood deeper and deeper into my ass. He gripped my shoulders tighter and pushed his way deeper. Through the pain I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks with each stroke.

"Hey Paul, your friend has one tight ass," Skulls shouted, "You ought to get some of this! Yeah this feels great. "How's this feel bitch? Hope it hurts!" he asked. He began to thrust harder and faster, and the men in the room cheered. Finally I heard him scream, "WHHOOOOOOWWWW fuckin' great", and I felt hot wetness flood my ass. "Man! that was good!"

Three more times my pussy would be brutally raped by thick hard cocks (though the other men's cocks were a bit smaller than the bald man's but not by much). And three more times my body would betray me by having the most intense orgasms I had ever imagined. These men may have been taking me against my will, but they didn't miss a trick in giving me intense pleasure along with extraordinary pain because of the brutal way they took their pleasure from me.

Paul had video-taped every humiliating moment, he told me as the men dressed. He told me that each man had keys to my apartment, at which the bald man said "Don't even think about changing the locks!"

I asked Paul, why he did this to me. "Because I love you, Dawn. You know you've just had the best fuckin' you have ever had, and you know you'd never let yourself go to experience that on your own. I never could do that for you. Being raped is good for you. I'm going to use this tape to recruit others rapists for you. I'm gonna try and find the biggest meanest thick dicked monsters for you hon." he grinned and held up the tape.

III

The "gang of four" have been back to my apartment several times. individually and as a group, since that nite. Their powereful, punishing use of my poor pussy and ass never got an easier to endure, and yet they always left me with the feeling of "rightness".

At least three times, other men Paul has "recruited" ( I know they were Paul's recruits, as they called be my name) have caught me on the street, and dragged me off to be used for their pleasure. They are never gentle, and I yet have never failed to orgasm explosively before they were done with me. They have made experience what it means to be truly fucked, perhaps what it truly means to be a woman, as they have often fucked not only my pussy, but my ass as well, treating me as if I was born for nothing but to satisfy their lust. I both love and hate Paul's gift to me. And I await with fear and anticipation the new rapists Paul has recruited. Where will they "take" me next, and when? I wonder and I wait....

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