Rivals {John Jabbin} {Fdom rape F/F M+}
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Rivals


The knock came at the door. I guess this is showtime. 
No backing out now. I looked one last time into the 
mirror. Everything looked great. The campy dominatrix 
outfit fit perfectly. The look of black patent leather 
was becoming, I think. The whisper-thin black silk 
panties that matched were already soaking wet between 
my legs. I quickly rechecked the mask that covered the 
top half of my face but left my mouth exposed. Finally,
I tightened up the scanty outer wrap and answered the door.

"Hello, gentlemen," I welcomed the three men, my voice 
full of irony. These certainly were no gentlemen. 
"Bring her this way."

The two beefy underlings were carrying a young woman 
between them. They threw her down unceremoniously onto 
the sofa in the rented condo. Her head rolled to the 
side like a broken doll. I should take care of 
business first, but seeing her like this, I couldn't 
resist gloating a bit.

I straddled her legs and sat down in her lap facing 
her. I took her pretty face in my hands and stared 
into the glazed, unresponsive eyes of my worst rival.

JoAnn Robinson had everything going for her. She was 
young, pretty and smart. She was also a distant 
relative of the Senior Vice President. There was only 
one real problem this lovely young woman had. She had 
made an enemy of me. Her first big promotion had been 
to a position that should have gone to me. Most women 
would have just redoubled their efforts to work 
harder. I decided to break the spirit of my rival once 
for all.

She was so perfect: honey blond hair; a sharp, 
delicate nose; piercing blue eyes and full, gorgeous 
lips. I covered those delicious folds of flesh with my 
own and kissed her slack lips fully, pressing my 
tongue into her mouth, reveling over the violation of 
my enemy. As I pulled back, I took her puffy bottom 
lip between my teeth and bit her. It was a measure of 
her sedation that she only moaned. Somehow I stopped 
myself before I broke the skin or drew blood.

Ahh ... my vagina was on fire. I wanted this bitch 
right now. But first I had to deal with these men. It 
was hard to pull myself off of her. 

"Mr. Rose," I began, addressing the ringleader. "did 
you bring everything as you were instructed?"

I turned to face them, three hungry predators. They 
looked like ravenous beasts -- hard muscled with erect 
cocks. The only thing that held them at bay was their 
fear of and allegiance to their boss. I had dealt with 
one of the top crime bosses in the city. I knew he 
would send dependable men. 

Mr. Rose, the little one, spoke up.

"Yes, Ma'am. We have the video cameras and everything 
else you requested. As you can see, the boys can't 
wait to get started."

"'The boys' will wait until I tell them. I have Mr. 
Carlinelli's assurances that you will follow my 
instructions to the letter. I assure you Sir; if you 
and these two handsome men follow my instructions, 
everyone will leave here satisfied. Are we clear?"

"Yes Ma'am, though I kind of doubt our guest will be 
leaving satisfied," he snickered maliciously.

"Speaking of our 'guest,' she's under too deep. I want 
her awake and responsive. She doesn't have to be 
totally conscious, but I want her following orders and 
feeling pain. I'd hate to think we would go through 
these exercises and her not be awake enough to 
appreciate her plight."

"I have the stimulant right here ... uhh ... Ma'am. 
This should bring her around."

As he was sticking the needle in JoAnn's arm, the 
beefcakes began unloading the video equipment. I'm not 
sure if they were smart enough to set it up, but they 
did look nice and chunky as I had requested.

"Call me Ms. X, Mr. Rose. Mr. Carlinelli assured me 
that you know how to run the video equipment."

"Oh, yes Ma'am, Ms. X. I've shot footage with the 
best porno directors in the city. And I've done 
freelance work for Mr. Carlinelli before. He's always 
been satisfied with my work."

"Excellent! I'll start while you set up. I'm a bit 
anxious to get going. There are drinks in the 
refrigerator. Nothing alcoholic. I want 'the boys' at 
the top of their game. But we have a long afternoon 
ahead. Anytime anyone needs a break, feel free to take 
one. Does everyone understand their role?"

Mr. Rose and the boys agreed that they did. I had the 
nearest stud pick up JoAnn and carry her into the 
bedroom that I had carefully selected and prepared.

The room had plenty of natural light coming through 
the windows. It should be excellent for photography. 
In addition, there was a king-sized bed that I had 
pulled into the center of the room. The supplies that 
I had brought were in a bag that sat on a small end 
table in the corner.

I couldn't keep my hands off of her any longer. She 
was lying on her back, so I straddled her body and 
gave her another long, loving kiss. This time she 
began to struggle against me weakly and groaned as I 
bit her upper lip. I ripped her blouse open, sending 
buttons flying across the room. I was surprised to see 
her bra still on and intact. I had assumed they would 
feel her up more vigorously on the way over. It was 
good to see that I was dealing with professionals.

I shredded and pealed the rest of her clothes, making 
fast work of having my toy naked as quickly as I 
could. As I tore the clothes off of her, she became 
more and more defensive. She meekly attempted to 
prevent me pulling her skirt off. When that was 
unsuccessful, she mildly tried to prevent the removal 
of her panties. Soon, she was naked and defenseless 
on the bed.

I rose, looking at my reflection in the mirror. The 
mask was in place. Mr. Rose was setting up the video equipment. He said it would 
be ready in just a couple 
of minutes. The two studs had both removed their 
shirts and pants. They waited in their underpants, 
both of them erect and ready. One wore boxers, the 
other briefs. They both looked scrumptious. I hadn't 
planned to use them myself, but now I was 
reconsidering.

JoAnn looked truly delicious, too. She was trim and 
fit, a youthful twenty-nine. Her breasts were neither 
too big nor too little, perfectly plump and perfectly 
pointy. Her hips flared delightfully and she had kept 
her pubic hair trimmed neatly, but full. It was the 
same color as her hair. She was a natural beauty, my 
JoAnn. I wished I had her figure. I really think she 
had gotten that promotion through her looks. I was 
ready to make her pay for being such a gorgeous bitch!

I walked on the other side of the bed from the men and 
removed my outer wrap. I heard one of the studs gasp. 
I smiled, thanking him for the compliment, but then 
gave a serious look to make sure they stayed focused 
on their business. I really wanted to remove my 
panties, but I still wasn't sure if I should risk it 
with these men.

So I crawled up on the bed with JoAnn feeling my 
panties wet and sticky between my legs. I kissed her 
again, on the mouth and on the neck. Then I straddled 
her face facing her body. I looked down between my legs 
at her precious, innocent face. There was just the hint 
of anxiety on it. It was time to give JoAnn a rather 
rude awakening.

I lowered myself on JoAnn's face, covering her pretty 
mouth with my crotch and pushing backward until her 
nose was buried in the crack of my bottom. As soon as 
I blocked her airways she began to struggle. I tried 
to hold her jaw closed, but it was difficult. At 
first, her weak struggle felt nice against my pussy. 
Soon she was fighting for air and she was bucking 
against me so hard that it was almost painful for me 
to stay on top of her. I eased up, and as she gulped 
for breath, I quickly grabbed her nipples and twisted 
them both hard.

As she began her first scream, I settled back on her 
face again. I wasn't trying to block her airway now 
though, only muffle the noise. I laughed at my own 
thoughts. Muffle her screams -- with my muff! How 
clever!

After her scream died down, I rose off of her and 
instructed the studs to hold down her arms. They got 
on either side of her and I knelt between her legs and 
examined her pretty vagina and bottom. I held one of 
her legs under my arm and began to slide my finger 
into her vagina.

She started to squirm as my finger began to violate 
her. I pressed into her pulpy cunt. At first, it was 
warm, but slightly dry. I worked my finger in gently, 
sliding it in and out of my rival. Her struggles 
became less frantic as the two men bore down on her. 
Soon I was able to use another finger as well and they 
began to glide between her labia on the slick moisture 
her pussy was producing. I started to rub her clit 
with my thumb and she tossed her hips to try to 
prevent it. The movements were similar to what she 
would be doing had she enjoyed it and I was pleased 
when I noticed Mr. Rose had already began to shoot 
tape. He had pulled in for a close-up of my fingers 
fucking her. I gave him a good show. 

One of the studs remarked that she seemed to like it. 
The other described her as, "a fucking whore." I could 
tell though, she hadn't surrendered to it yet.

Pressing firmly on the insides of her thighs, I bent 
down and kissed her nether lips. It was a dangerous 
thing to do while in a roomful of horny men, but I had 
to have a taste of her before the two studs had use of 
her pussy. They exclaimed and encouraged me as I 
worked my tongue in and around her tender vagina. I 
made no attempt to pleasure her. I simply wanted to 
experience her fully with my mouth. After her taste 
was firmly imprinted on my consciousness, I pulled 
back and bit her clitoris as hard as I had bit the lips 
of her mouth earlier.

She screamed and squealed, my captive did, until one 
of the studs blocked her mouth. My hope is that he was 
filling her mouth with his cock, but since I hadn't 
instructed him to do that yet, he probably wasn't.

Sadly, there was only so much thrill I could get from 
her tender flesh between my teeth. As I rose off of 
her, the studs looked at me warily, unsure about my 
viciousness. Mr. Rose seemed to be enjoying himself, 
though. Even holding the camera steady on his 
shoulder, his cock was out and he was manipulating it.

So I directed the studs to begin their work on JoAnn.

"One of you at the head, the other at the tail. Flip 
her over on her stomach and get to work."

They rolled her over with their big, strong hands and 
then removed their underwear. How convenient! One of 
them was circumcised and the other was not. 
Immediately I began to think of them as "Cut" and 
Uncut."

From my bag I retrieved and threw a quantity of 
condoms on the bed. "Cum in her mouth and on the 
outside all you want. In her cunt and her ass, you 
have to wear a condom," I instructed. They looked 
disappointed, but they would obey. They had already 
received the same instructions from their boss.

The condoms were not for JoAnn's protection. They were 
for mine. I'd be using her cunt and her ass for my own 
pleasure later. I didn't want them filled with some 
stranger's spunk.

I returned to my bag and retrieved a riding crop. The 
boys didn't notice. They were busy with the initial 
penetration of JoAnn. Mr. Cut began to shove a rather 
long cock down her throat. Mr. Uncut's was not as 
long, but was much thicker. His prize was her vagina.

She struggled a bit. It was really quite fruitless. 
Eventually she surrendered to her fate, though a 
little too quickly for me. By then she became the 
perfect receptacle for their forceful thrusting.

I walked around the bed, encouraging the boys not to 
be gentle with her. I loved to stroke their hard-
muscled backs as they fucked into her. The first time 
I gently stroked their backs and legs with the crop, 
they looked at me warily. But I reassured them that 
the crop was only for our victim.

I bent down and looked at the lovely JoAnn. Such an 
intelligent, pretty girl. I must say, she didn't look 
very threatening with a large cock being stuffed down 
her throat. Her eyes were bulging. Her nose was 
running Her cheeks caved in and expanded out 
delightfully depending on the placement of the penis 
at the time.

I instructed Mr. Cut to press in fully and hold 
himself deep in her throat. He did so enthusiastically 
and it was wondrous to see her struggle to breathe. I 
put the crop between her forehead and his abdomen and 
used it to gently to direct him when he should ease up 
and when he should push back in.

Mr. Cut must have liked being directed because, 
astonishingly enough, he came before Mr. Uncut. He 
began to cum in her mouth and I directed him to shoot 
his sperm on her face. I yanked her hair back 
viciously, holding her firm as he smeared his sticky 
cock on her face and in her hair. For the first time, 
I could clearly hear her sobs. They sounded wonderful.

I decided she was making too much noise though. I had 
made sure there were no neighbors in the immediate 
condos, but one never can be too careful. So I 
retrieved the ball gag from my bag and strapped it on 
my lovely.

That having been accomplished, I set to work to truly 
torture JoAnn. Mr. Uncut was nearing his orgasm. In 
order to assist him, I pulled up on her hair again and 
aimed a slap of the riding crop directly on JoAnn's 
lovely breasts. She bucked back hard against her 
lover, enhancing his pleasure. There's nothing like a 
lively girl to make a man cum hard!

As I slapped her breasts again, I heard Mr. Rose 
behind the camera grunt and shoot off into a rag he 
held in his hand for just that occasion. At least he 
was thoughtful. Perhaps the carpet wouldn't be coated 
with semen before we were through.

All the men had experienced their first orgasms and I 
was still frightfully stimulated. I went to my bag and 
retrieved my butterfly vibrator that I could palm in 
my hand. I instructed the boys to freely use her cunt 
and ass and retired to the bathroom adjacent to the 
bedroom.

With the door cracked, I could still hear JoAnn's 
muffled screams as I began to stimulate myself. Within 
seconds, on its lowest setting, the butterfly brought 
me to a teeth-rattling orgasm as I sat with my feet 
propped up against the bathtub.

When I came out, JoAnn was sandwiched between two 
studs. I believe it was Cut in her cunt and Uncut in 
her ass, but I couldn't be sure. I couldn't tell 
them apart without looking at their dicks.

After returning my lover to my bag, I walked over to 
the bed and knelt beside the thrusting bodies. With my 
hand in her hair, I pulled JoAnn's face around and 
looked her in the eyes. They were glazed over -- the 
pupils dilated somewhat. I don't think she was 
actually experiencing the pain and the humiliation 
directly. She looked as though she was in a continual 
state of suffering through which each unique sensation 
barely registered.

There was no sense in torturing her more. Her mind was 
probably already raped. Still, the boys needed to be 
sated or they might come after me. So, I let them have 
their fun. After he came the second time holding the 
camera, I even suggested to Mr. Rose that he could 
take turns on her without filming it. He was most 
grateful and within ten minutes he was blissfully 
humping away in JoAnn's ass.

Over the course of two hours, the three of them used 
twelve condoms. That's not how many times they came. 
After I stopped beating her, I suggested they remove 
the ball gag and use their cocks to quiet her. 
Especially after they had just used her anus. They 
were happy to comply.

Eventually though, even these virile sex professionals 
grew weary. When they were done, I suggested they pack 
up and I paid them a hefty bonus for their work as Mr. 
Carlinelli had suggested. I confiscated all of the 
videotape, even going so far as to inspect their 
belongings to be sure I had it all. Mr. Rose 
especially enjoyed the pat-down search I made of his 
person. 

They left JoAnn with me, with Mr. Rose agreeing that 
he would return in two hours to retrieve her. After 
seeing them out the door and double-locking it, I took 
a short break and had refreshments. I couldn't stand 
waiting long, though. I was still feeling very 
stimulated. My first orgasm was a faint memory.

I checked on JoAnn. She was weak and appeared 
lifeless. I raised her arm and it immediately flopped 
down on the bed. I rolled her over on her back so I 
could look at her while I took off the Halloween 
costume. As much as I enjoyed the look of the 
leathers, being nude felt so much better.

However, I left the mask on, even though it itched a 
bit. She might still be floating in and out of 
consciousness. If she survived the night, it wouldn't 
do to have her remembering my face as I tortured her.

From my bag I laid out the stun gun -- covered up, 
just in case she were to come awake -- and the piece 
de resistance, the double-headed strap-on dildo with 
harness. I anxiously fitted the harness and then, 
leaning back on the bed, inserted the smaller end of 
the dildo into my eager vagina. 

Finally! It felt good to be filled! Before I strapped 
it in place, I stroked the long monster in and out of 
my cunt. I stopped before I pushed myself over the 
edge. I wanted to save that for my playmate.

I spread JoAnn's limp legs apart and crawled on top of 
her. She looked up at me, but she looked incoherent. 
Spreading her red, swollen labia with both hands, I 
inserted the head of the dildo into her. Then, holding 
her hips, I pushed in. 

When JoAnn had first come to me, I had remarked how 
tight and fit her body seemed. Now though, lying on 
top of her, she was soft and limp. It was like sinking 
into a large pillow. She was warm and I hugged her 
like a big pillow as my hips began to fuck into her. 
She was oblivious to it all. I only managed to get a 
small grunt from her when I slammed her more roughly 
than was pleasurable to me.

The double-headed dildo was awkward to use. I don't 
imagine it's like having a real penis. It was more the 
psychological thrill of fucking her that I enjoyed. 
Still, it had a knob on my end that was designed to 
rub against my clitoris. That was beginning to feel 
nice, but I needed more.

I reached between us and felt the base of the 
extension that was inside JoAnn. After searching the 
slickened surface with my fingertips, I finally found 
the ring that, when twisted, employed the vibrating 
element. I engaged JoAnn's vibrator on full and 
stuffed it back into her.

I've never really enjoyed a vibrator in my own vagina. 
I love to hold them against my clit, of course, and I 
enjoy a dildo in me that isn't vibrating. But the 
direct stimulation of a vibrating dildo is too much 
for me. But I was enjoying this!

First of all, it was also vibrating the little knob 
that was stimulating my clit. That felt delightful. 
Second, the vibrations along the shaft were more 
indirect. Even deep in my vagina where the dildo was 
in me too, it felt nice. But most of all, the 
stimulation of the vibrator in JoAnn was finally 
drawing a reaction from her abused body.

She began to draw up in the middle, almost like a 
convulsion. It might not have been a conscious action. 
Perhaps her body was just trying to protect itself. In 
any case, feeling her move and squirm beneath me sent 
me over the edge.

I grabbed onto JoAnn as wave after wave of orgasm 
washed through me. My cunt gripped the dildo and 
squeezed. God, how I wished it was Mr. Cut's long, 
hard cock in me! I held onto the soft, pliable girl 
beneath me and took a mouthful of girl-tit and bit 
down firmly in my ecstasy.

Now that was an excellent climax! The best I had 
experienced in ages. I silently congratulated JoAnn as 
I pulled out of her and shut off the vibrator. I was 
nearing the end of my energy, but there were several 
more goals I wanted to accomplish.

Without removing the dildo, I awkwardly retrieved the 
crop and proceeded to slap and torture JoAnn's 
breasts, belly and cunt. She hardly responded at all, 
except the first time I struck a sensitive spot. Then, 
just because I knew I would regret it if I didn't do 
it, I rolled JoAnn over and inserted the dildo into 
her ass.

I fucked into JoAnn's ass, not really deriving much 
physical pleasure from it, but it was the ultimate 
psychological expression of my dominance of her. Even 
if she found some way to survive the abuse and return 
to her job, I would always have the satisfaction of 
knowing that I had fucked her in the most degrading 
possible fashion. After I satisfied myself, I withdrew 
from her ass and then moved to her front where I thrust 
the hard, synthetic cock into her mouth.

JoAnn gagged and coughed. I felt the vibrations of her 
cough through the dildo deep in me. I pushed it deeper 
in her mouth. After a moment, I pulled back, allowing 
her to gasp for breath and then reached underneath her 
jaw to feel near her tonsils. Then I thrust into 
her again until I could feel the head of the dildo in 
her throat. She gagged again, then retched. As her 
face turned bright red, I pulled out of her mouth and 
allowed her live.

I removed the dildo from my pussy and began to clean 
up my toys. I packed everything away except the crop 
and a pair of long, disposable gloves. Donning the 
gloves, I retrieved the condoms from the trashcan and 
squeezed the men's semen out of them, smearing the 
gooey mess onto JoAnn's face and into her cunt.

Then I cleaned myself up, packed everything away, and 
did a final visual check of the room. It was a mess, 
but Mr. Rose would take care of anything that needed 
to be cleaned. He had orders to take JoAnn home and 
dump her off on her own doorstep. It was likely that 
with the drugs she had been given before and what he 
would give her at the end, she may remember none of 
this. Even if she recovered, I could always leak an 
edited copy of the videotapes against her. Or I could 
just enjoy them myself.

I looked down on my rival one last time. She was bruised 
and battered. I blew her a kiss, slapped her formerly 
perfect tits hard with the crop, and left her to her fate.

In the front room, I removed my mask and put it away 
in my bag. I took out a hat and pulled it down low 
over my face to hide my appearance from anyone who 
might see me leaving. Then I left, leaving the door 
unlocked. Mr. Rose was due in five minutes. He would 
clean up the mess.

All the way home I thought about what might happen if 
four or five men walked by and found the door ajar and 
decided to take advantage of her plight. Now there's a 
delicious thought! 
