Fantasy Island with optional extra (with Foxy Lady)

[Foxy Lady]

I’ve been having rape fantasies since my late teens, but never one like this. If only I had realised what was really involved, no way would I have even for a second thought of ticking that stupid box on that silly form.

At least, he’s stopped hammering me. I know this is only a temporary lull, but sometimes things are so bad that any relief is welcome, even if you know it is only temporary and that things will probably be even worse afterwards.

My head was throbbing and my neck aching from the battering I had taken against the wall above my bed, but now he was playing with my nipples. Everyone does eventually. The guys can’t resist staring at them on the beach, some girls too. They are so long and so hard that they are obvious even when I am wearing a bra. My boss actually called me in and we had a long discussion about what I could do to hide them. Can you believe we actually spent half an hour discussing my tits? I bet he didn’t tell his wife about that little chat.

Why am I thinking about him? In the mess I’m in, aren’t there more important things to think about? Well, yes there are, but I recognise this for what it is: something to take my mind off what is happening, something to stop me responding physically to his touch, something to prevent him discovering that this is one sure way to get me dripping.

But then it is back to reality, blow on blow, harder each time, smashing my tits like a punch bag. All those clustered nerve endings that bring so much pleasure are being crushed and tormented. I bit my lip until it bleeds to stop me screaming. No way will I give him that satisfaction. And then, as suddenly as they started, the blows stop. He has a wicked grin on his face. I dread to think what he’s got in store for me next.

 

[GenderBender]

I’m bored with this. Time to bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. Satisfactory for me that is. I always like to end with something special and I know just what that is. She told me herself.

I pull out swiftly, back out of range of her feet, and grab her ankles. She tries to pull herself free, but my grip is too tight. I twist her legs and roll her onto her face before dragging her to the edge of the bed. Before she has a chance to wriggle away, I give her great buttocks a mighty thwack and peg her ass to the hilt.

Yyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss

She’s howling and protesting. She hates this, which just makes it all the more fun. She’s bucking and kicking, just like she did before, but I’m prepared now, reading her rhythm, varying my strokes so she can’t anticipate what’s coming next. It’s like a bouncy castle riding this ass, with my balls banging into her thick thighs.

My cries of pleasure are matching hers of protest and pain.

Oh yes, yes, yes.

No, get off, bastard. Get off me now.

Tight ass

Leave me alone

Hot ass

Stop this, right now, stop it

Just fuck my cunt

I’ll let you if you want, just get out of my ass

Wobbly ass

Fucking ass

Stop, stop

Ass for fucking

And then the words I’ve been waiting for, the ones I knew would come if I waited long enough, because they always do.

Please, stop, please just stop. I can’t take this anymore.

Surrender. They all do in the end, it just takes some longer than others to give up.

I grab her by her hair, both hands, handfuls of hair, and ride her hard, like a jockey nearing the finishing line. Hard and fast. I’d use a whip if I had a hand free. My balls have gone, I can’t stop now, no way, no way.

Yes

Yeesss

Yeeeessssssssss

I’m done. Gasping, sweating, reliving the feeling as my hot jet shot into her bowels.

I collapse on top of her. She doesn’t protest.

Fucking good. That was so good. I’d like another ride on this one, but there’s no time. I need to be gone.

I loosen the tie on her wrists and grab my shorts. I'm out of here.

 

[Foxy Lady]

Has he gone? I’m think he has. I heard the door shut and my wrists ae tied as tight as they were. I check and can’t see him. No, he has definitely gone. It takes only a bit of wriggling to get my hands free. Now at least I can give in and collapse on the bed my body shaking and tears running down my cheeks. Eventually, goodness knows how long, I feel strong enough to sit up. Everywhere aches: my head and neck, my breasts, my cunt and worse of all my ass. I just know I’m going to be black and blue with bruises tomorrow, so no more sunbathing for me. not much reason to stay then.

I stagger into the bathroom and run a shower to shrub myself clean, clean of his sperm, clean of his touch. Rubbing as hard as a I can, almost trying to peel my skin away so that nothing of him will be left. All that’s left is deep inside me. at least I won’t be pregnant, which is a relief.

Washed, dried and back on the bed, I am still shaking, but not with shock this time, it’s anger. Anger at myself. Not because I have been overpowered, but because of what I did. I begged. I can’t believe that I did that, can’t believe that I let him see my weakness and gave him so much power.

I steady myself and fish out clean shorts and t-shirt, hopefully ones he hasn’t touched. Time for revenge. I set off to reception.

‘I want to make a complaint,’ I tell the receptionist, ‘about my optional extra. I want you to know that the guy-‘

But the receptionist interrupts me.

‘Yes, oh dear, I am sorry. We seem to have neglected to let you know. The guy who normally does the non-con option wasn’t available and we couldn’t find a replacement at short notice. We’ve refunded the cost to your card, of obviously, but we should have sent you an email. Please accept my apology for that. This must be a disappointment for you, so please pick another option, at our expense, no charge. What would you like? Would you like me to make a recommendation?’

I just stared back.