Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 19:31:39 +0000
From: Sukey Cox <sukeycox@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: TV: authoritarian: My Rape Fantasy - part 2

Thanks for all the e-mails and feedback.  My story isn't really one that
lends itself to a sequel, but I thought I could write a bit more about my
fantasy rapes. By the way, I live in Scotland.

So. . . the date and rough time has been arranged, and I'm ready to be
raped. I know very little about the man who is coming round, except that he
responded to my first story and says he's able to fulfill my fantasy.  I
don't know his name, his age or anything.  It's absolutely crazy that I've
agreed to it.  That, of course, is part of the thrill.  I gave him my
address the night before, and set the rough time.  I am to be ready and
waiting for him, with everything as we agreed.  When he's happy I can't
stop him, he's going to visit me. He made me sign an agreement, submitting
myself to whatever he wanted to do. The only thing I held back was anything
that would leave a permanent mark. . .

I'm already dressed.  6" black leather heels, seamed black stockings, red
and black lacy corset with suspenders and thong, under a french maid
outfit.  I've got my fake breasts and blonde wig, as well as my make-up on.
I glance at my watch. . . I agreed to be online about now. . . Taking a
deep breath, it's now or never. . .

I boot up my computer and connect up my webcam.  As my computer is loading
up, I nervously play with the vibrator on my desk.  I wank it slowly,
wondering if it's bigger or smaller than the cock I'm about to feel inside
me.  It flicks across my mind that's it not too late to back out; to lock
the door and hide when he comes round, or to change back into civvies and
go out.  It's thoughts like that which mean I had to agree to it the way I
did I remember though.

I sign in to my cam sites, and log in to the instant messenger.  I'd
already changed my status a few days ago to let everyone know what was
happening.  I wasn't sure if anyone would be reading it, or care, but I
thought it might attract some interest, and it made me very horny. . . I
see myself in the corner of the screen, and tick the boxes so I'm
broadcasting to the world. I pick my vibrator off the desk and start
sucking it.  Just the end at first, to get used to it, then properly trying
to push it down my throat.  I push it far enough to cut off my windpipe and
try for that extra inch or two to get the base between my lips.  I can't
quite do it, and pull it out, gagging and choking.  A few pages pop up,
telling me to try again, or shove it up my ass.  I reply to them all,
letting them know I'm going to be fucked soon, if they wait. . .  My heart
jumps as I write it. Does that mean I am going through with it?

I get back to sucking my toy, getting my throat used to it pressing right
in, but still not managing to get it all the way.  I try to respond to
every page, most of them telling me to fuck my ass with it. I tell them if
they wait they'll see it with a real cock. But if I don't get the toy in
soon, I won't be prepared. . . I pick up the lube and start smearing it on
the toy.  Then, sitting back on the chair, I pull up the skirt, move the
thong and slide an already lubed finger into my ass.  I can easily take
three fingers, so I quickly do that, trying to open my hole a little.  Now,
time from the toy. . .

I slowly press the head of it against my hole.  As it starts to hurt, I
know I have to keep going.  It crosses my mind again it's not too late to
back out, just turn offt he computer, get changed back, save myself all the
fear and hassle.  I glance at the computer, no sign of him online yet,
maybe he was just timewasting. . .  I dismiss the idea of stopping, and
keep pushing. I've done it often enough to know the pain passes quickly.  I
wince as the head makes it through, then the rest slides up quickly and I
moan with relief and pleasure.  Naturally my body pushes it out again, and
I slide it in and out a few times before letting go.  It pops out and falls
to the floor.

Leaning over, I pull a few sheets of kitchen paper and wipe the dirt off
before licking and sucking it again.  Holding it in my mouth with my teeth,
I respond to the pages and messages. All the same thing, telling them I'll
be fucked properly soon. I taste my ass on the toy, along with the lube,
but I'm used to that by now.  I love ass to mouth with my toy, I only wipe
it the first time.  Most people paging me are demanding I bend-over the
chair and fuck my ass again.  There's still no sign of him, so I
oblige. . .

Turning my back to the webcam, I turn the chair around, lean over the back
and hitch up my skirt to show my ass. A quick peek over my shoulder
confirms the lovely view of my tight ass on cam, framed by my stockings and
suspenders. I push the toy against my hole.  It goes in easily this time,
and I glance over my shoulder again to check it looks good on cam.  I have
to reach between my legs and push it from the bottom instead so it shows
the toy going into my hole properly.  I push it in deep and let it slide
out; I can take the full length until the very end is just poking out, then
let it pop out itself. I fuck myself a few times, getting used to the
motion of the toy inside me.  It rubs quite a lot, normally I wouldn't do
it so much, but then he isn't going to take it slow, is he? Eventually I
pull it out and quickly turn round and lick and suck it.  I clean it
completely, then throat fuck myself again. Everyone on cam loves that. . .

I'm so horny, and I still want to go though with it, but he's not online,
so I presume it's not happening now.  I have nearly 50 people watching on
cam now, all wanting to see me fucked. My heart is pounding and yes, I want
to experience a real cock.  Then he pages me. . . "Are you ready?"

I feel my hands sweating as I reply

"Yes Sir"

I only takes a second for him to respond

"Then do it"

"I'm watching"

It's now or never. I need to get to the point of no return and make that
leap while I can. Oh fuck, it might actually happen.  I'm so horny. I know
that I want this, but I also know I'll change my mind a hundred time in the
next few minutes. Everything is in place, it'll just take one moment of
courage. . .

The first thing to do is make sure he can get in. I walk to my door and
make sure it's unlocked.  He has my address, he knows how to get here.

I head back to the living room and pick up the sign I'd prepared.  It's
about A4 sized, which large writing, and readable on my webcam. . . I hang
it round my neck and check it can be read by anyone watching.  "Slut for
Raping" it says.  I sit on the chair, so it hangs round my neck, pushed out
slightly by my padded breasts.  I take a few deep breaths, my cock is
almost bursting out my thong.  I slowly look over to the handcuffs and keys
sitting on my desk. . .

"Get on with it" he pages.

"Sorry Sir", I reply.

I pick up the handcuffs. . . do I really want to go through with this?
There's no going back, but that's part of the point, isn't it? Oh
fuck. . .can I do this? Yes, I want it, I do. I need it.

Standing up, I fix the chair to the floor. It's an old dining room wooden
chair, and I've set up some loops round the lower struts to the feet of the
couch and computer desk.  It will become clear why soon. . . but it's not
going anywhere.  Then I bend over the back of the chair again, but this
time facing the cam. My heart is almost pounding out my chest and I can see
my breasts rising and falling as I breath. I respond to a few more pages,
telling them what is about to happen. . .

Taking a deep breath, I clip one pair of handcuff round each wrist. Part of
the agreement was to make sure I couldn't change my mind once I'd said yes.
So as soon as he sees I'm helpless, he comes round.  He said he refused to
leave until he could see I had no way of stopping him.  So I'm to handcuff
myself over the chair, out of reach of the keys, and wait.  It was his
idea.

I hold up my arms to show the handcuffs to the cam, and then turn the sound
on.  I'm not sure why I didn't have it on earlier. . . but it was another
one of the conditions.  He wants to make sure everyone can hear me.  It's
also so I can tell everyone what's going to happen to me while I'm
waiting. It feel funny at first, like I'm talking to myself, but I say what
he told me to.

"Hello. . . " I pause, take an another long breath

"My name is Sukey, and I'm a slutty crossdressing slag who needs to be
raped", my cock twictches as I say it out loud.

 I see a few more pages.

"I'm going to handcuff myself to this chair, " I hold up the cuffs again, "
and wait for my dom to come round." I can hear myself panting.

"Then, he's going to fuck me.  I can't stop him and he won't take for an
answer. So. . .as soon as I close these handcuff to the chair. . . I'm
going to get fucked. If I change my mind, it's too late and I consent now
to being fucked."

I clip the left handcuff round the chair leg, above the lower struts so I
can't slide it off. It's still not too late, I have one hand free and the
keys are on the desk.  I could back out now, reach up for the key, let
myself go and then lock the door.  I don't know how he would react, but I
could always call the police.  It would be embarrassing, but I would remain
virgin.  It's not too late.  It's a really stupid idea actually, what was I
thinking? No, I'm not going to do it.  Absolutely not.  I'm going to unlock
myself, get the keys and hide. I'm sure he'll understand.

Instead, I clip the handcuff round the right chair leg. . .

That's it.

I look up and see myself staring back on the webcam display. I look more
than a little scared.

"I've cuffed myself now, I can't get free.  He'll be on his way. . ."

I stare at the screen. . .his messenger window updates. . ."I am." it says.

****

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, what have I done?!  As
soon as the handcuff clips shut, I change my mind.  It suddenly strikes me
how stupid I've been.  Desperately I try to move, I must look ridiculous on
the webcam, I try to lift the chair so I can get to the fucking keys.  But
it's held down firm and I can't move it al all.  Oh fuck. . . I can't get
my hands free at all.  I start to panic.  I can't pull my hands out, the
cuffs are too tight.  The longer I'm trapped, the less and less aroused I
become, and my sensible brain starts to take control again.  I consider
asking for help. . . but I suspect no one watching on the webcam is that
interested in helping me. . .they all want to see me fucked.  I look around
for anything to get free with.  There's nothing. . . every second that
passes I'm aware he is getting closer.  If I don't get out soon, I'm going
to get raped.  Oh why the fuck did I do this?!  I try to take some deep
breathes to calm down and clear my head.  Perhaps he will take no for
answer?  Perhaps it is all a big joke and he will listen to me.  My mind
flicks over the agreement I signed, scanned and e-mailed to him.  It made
me so horny doing it, the idea of being so submissive, but I never really
considered it properly, did I? Oh you stupid fucking twat. . . it clearly
says I'll want to change my mind and I agree. . .no, I want and
need. . . him to just go ahead and fuck me. Why the fuck hadn't I written
in a safe word?  Because I knew this would happen and I'd use it, that's
why.  But right now, I don't want it!  Wanting raped was just a stupid
horny fantasy when I got carried away, I don't really want it.  Who in
their right mind wants that?

I lose track of time.  I notice that most people are still watching my
cam. . .waiting.  I'm still desperately thinking of ways to get out of it
when I hear the door open.  I freeze in horror.  I listen intently as I
hear footsteps; he's walking around the house looking for me, I never said
where the living room was.  It feels like my heart stops when the door
opens. . . He smiles as me.  I stare back, terrified.

I start babbling - "I know what I said, but I didn't mean it, I've changed
my mind, it was just a fantasy to get my horny, not real, please just
unlock me, I'm really sorry, I'll give you money for your petrol. . ." and
so on. I start whimpering.  Oh dear god please don't. . .

He walks over to me, and starts stroking my body.  He nods with approval,
giving a little mummer of satisfaction.  I twist my head to try to see him
all the time, but it's hard. He takes his time. . .He unhooks the chair
from the deck and couch, so he can move it around, and pulls it round so
I'm side on to the webcam, my head in the middle of the shot.  He stands
right in front of me and the bulge in his trousers is so obvious.  Oh fuck,
no, please, I plead. He slaps me.

"Do you want fucked?" he growls

"No! Please no!" I scream back.

"Tough!" He slaps me again.

"Oh, fuck, no please! Please, I'm sorry! Stop, please!"

He undoes his flies.  "No.  You need fucked"

"Oh shit. . . " I cry. . ."Please don't. . .I've
changed. . .my. . .mind. . ."

"You. . . " he pulls his trousers apart, showing the huge swelling in his
underwear. . ." are a slag."

"No, I'm not, I'm a stupid confused man who. . .mmmph" He pushes his crotch
in my face and rubs it around.  He holds my head and pulls it tight into
him, I can feel his hard cock pressing into my face.

"You are a slut who needs raped, and I'm going to do it"

I shake my head as hard as I can, but he clearly enjoys it rubbing against
him.  I stop moving. He moves away and kneels down so we're face to face.
Before I can speak again, he clamps his hand over my mouth. He turns to the
webcam, then back to me.

"Do you know what's going to happen. . .?"  His voice is soft and quiet,
totally out of context. . . almost friendly. I stare back, my eyes wide
open and terrified. I don't flinch. . .

"I'll tell you what's going to happen, bitch", he pauses, "you're going to
take my cock down that little throat of yours, all the way, then right up
that lovely cute ass, understand?"

"Mmpph!!!" I shake my head.

"And then, I'm going to fuck you like the little whore you are. . . " He
turns to the webcam - "Would you all like to watch that?"

I gasp for breath as he stands up.  I start pleading again but he slaps me.

"I've had enough slag!  Nothing you say is going to stop me because. . .you
already told me to ignore you! So, save your fucking breath and do as your
told, you're going to need it! If you say 'please sir. . ', 'sorry
sir. . .', 'I've changed my mind sir' one more fucking time, I'm going to
take that toy and ram it down your throat until you passout, understand?!"

I nod. . . I can't stop him. . . and I don't want to risk being suffocated!

He pulls his underwear down and his cock springs out.  Oh fuck oh
fuck. . . it's much bigger than the toy! I can't take my eyes off it as he
swings it from side to side, laughing. I'm about to start begging again
when I remember his threat. . . Oh. . . fuck. . . the tears start running
down my face. . .

"You like? Thinking about it down your throat yet?"

He reaches down and holds my head with both hands.  He rubs his dick over
my face, and even though I try, I can't get away from it.  I keep my mouth
firmly shut but he spreads pre-cum over my lips and cheeks.  Then he pulls
on my wig - I attached it well - so my face is drawn upward, hurting my
neck.  With his other hand he directs his cock so the end is pressed
against my mouth.

"Open wide. . . "

I keep my mouth shut.

"Don't disappoint your fans, bitch. . ."

I still keep my mouth shut - I don't want it! I don't think my eyes can be
any wider with terror. . .

"O.k. . . " he says, relaxing a bit so his cock moves off my lips, "
clearly this was a mistake."

I nod, frantically. A glimmer of hope lights in my heart.

"Shall I just uncuff you and fuck off?"

Oh thank fuck. . .oh dear god, thank you. Oh. . .thank fuck. . .I breath a
big sigh of relief and nod, I've got away with it. . . I don't have to - OH
FUCK!

He squeezes my balls through the thong so hard I scream.  He even flicks
them a few times until I'm crying and pleading with him to stop.  He leans
over and growls in my ear. . .

"Now you listen, either you open your mouth like the fucking slag you are
or I'll take a pair of scissors and cut your balls off, you understand?!"
He gives them a twist and I nod frantically again, but for a different
reason.  My heart drops . . .

The cock appears at my mouth again. . .I have no choice but to part my
lips.  He smiles as me as he directs his member onto my lower lip.  He
holds it there. . . I see it stretching out in front of my face all the way
back to his navel and balls.  I look up at him; he's checking that it's a
good view on the webcam.  Teasing me. . leaving there when I know fine well
what he's about to do. . .he's about to rape my fucking mouth!  Oh
shit. . .he's letting me think about it. . .about how deep it's going to
go, how deep he's going to force it. Oh for fuck's sake just get on with
it! I close my lips around the end.  He smiles at me again, and starts
slowly pushing it in. . . his bellend slides into my mouth properly, then
along my tongue and up to my throat. Then I feel my airway getting cut off,
my lips open and I start to gag, and still he pushes.  His hands go on top
of my head and he pushes harder and harder. . .

"Ach. . .Ach. .  Aaaaach. . . ." I choke as his dick starts to go into my
throat.  I try to force it back with my mouth but I'm no match for his
strength - I shake my head and try
 to get away as I get more and more desperate for air.  He's determined to
get it all in in one go!  His balls are just an inch from my chin, and his
pubic hairs are already touching my nose but I'm gradually suffocating!
It's been at least 20 seconds since he cut off my airway and he's showing
no signs of giving up.  Oh shit, I'm terrified!

"Aaaaaaach!"  I feel his cock stretching my throat and everything starts to
go fuzzy in front of my eyes.  I've almost lost my vision completely when I
feel my nose touching his skin and his balls on my chin.  He holds it like
that for a second or two before relenting.  As he swiftly pulls out I
retch, gasp and choke, trying my hardest not to be sick but having no
choice but to spit on the floor. Slowly my vision returns. I'm still
panting for air when he pushes back in again.  Oh shit, not again!

"Uchhhh!" He's much faster this time, and it's only a matter of a few
seconds before his cock is pushing at my throat again.  With one hand on my
head and another round the back of my neck, he forces his cock in until my
nose is buried in his pubic hairs again.  This time he starts fucking.

"Ach! Ach! Accccch!" He thrusts hard, it's only an inch or two each time,
never far enough out to let me breath but always hard in so he balls are
rattling on my chin. Again I start to go faint from lack of oxygen. . . I
pant, gasp and spit when he finally pulls out.

"You fucking slut.  You want me to do that again?"

I hang my head, panting, shaking it hard. . . No, I definitely do not.  I'm
still having to spit out saliva and it's running down my chin.

"Oh, you'd rather I moved on to your ass then?!"

Oh fuck no!  I shake my head even harder.  "Please don't. . ." is all I can
murmer, my throat is so sore. Oh god help me, please don't do that to my
ass!

"Make your mind up, whore. . ." he laughs, " you only putting off the
inevitable you know. . .I will fuck your ass. . .", he emphasised "will"
heavily. . .

He walks around me, running his hands up my stocking'd legs and cupping my
fake boobs.  He slaps my ass a few times, painfully, then strokes around
it; I shudder as a finger probes into my ass.  Soon, he's back at my head.

"Ready?" he asks

"No. . .please. . not again. . ." I wimper, but it's
pointless.. . ."URGGhhhhhh... Acccchhhh!" - his cock presses straight down
into my throat.  My mouth hurts from stretchnig so wide in response as he
fucks even harder this time.  He pulls me so tight with the hand on the
back of my head. I try to twist away but I can't do anything.

"Uckkk. . . Uckkkk. ..  Uckkkk. . . " I gargle as he bounces his balls on
my chin again and again, ramming his dick down my throat.  Oh shit, this
isn't anything like my fantasy!  This is sore, uncomfortable and
humiliating. It almost impossible to see as my head bounces around, but it
looks like over a hundred people watching on my webcam.  I see myself
getting face fucked, it's me, but I don't recognised the terrified face on
the screen. . .then he presses right in and holds it. . . so I can see
better. . . I can't believe it's all in my mouth, but I can fucking well
feel it inside me. . . He pulls out and I cough and choke again.  It takes
me a second to regain my senses and realise he's moved round to my ass. He
hitches my frilly skirt up and starts rubbing his cock between my cheeks.
After a glance at the webcam, he pulls the chair round and checks
again. . .checks that everyone can see my hole when he's behind me. . . oh
no. . .please fucking no.  He was serious about doing it bareback, surely
not! Surely not. . .

"Please. .. don't. . .no. . ." I whimper, starting to cry again.  "I don't
want this, I've changed my mind!"

He rubs his cock against me still.  "You need it"

"No! No, no, no, it was a stupid fantasy I wrote when I was horny, I don't
want it!"

"You said not to listen to you. . . " he smiles.

"I didn't mean it!" tears run down my face. . ."Please! I beg you, please
don't!"

I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my anus.

"Noooo. . . PLEASE!"

He moans softly as his bare cock slides up my asshole.  Oh. . .fuck. . . I
breakdown in tears. . . oh I can't believe it. . .I can feel him inside me,
pushing deeper and deeper. He actually did it!  He's fucking raping my ass!
I said no!  I grit my teeth as he pushes his whole length it, oh fuck it
hurts! I bow my head and clench my jaw until I actually feel his hips
pressing into my ass cheeks.  He wraps his hands around my waist and forces
even further. . . it has to be all in now. . . ! Tears stream down my
face. . . how stupid I've been! How could I let this happen!

"Ahhh. . ." he groans as he pulls out. I can feel my hole gaping.  His cock
appears at my face, and he pinches my nose. It was one thing doing it with
a toy, but. . .I try to resist, but I know sooner or later that dirty cock
is going in my mouth. . .shit. . .I. . . I gasp in half a gulp before he
rams it in. It doesn't go as deep this time, he makes sure the tip circles
on my tongue and I try not to gag on the taste.  He strokes my head, almost
affectionately, as he fucks my face.

"Hi everyone" he says, his dick still in my mouth.  "you want to know who
this is?"

I try to shake my head, what the fuck is he doing?!

"This is Al Martin. . ." - What the fuck! No! That was on my webcam!

"He lives at. . . " OH FUCK! NO! He reads out my full address!  Some of the
people on cam earlier lived quite close! What the fuck is he doing!?

"He's kinda tied up at the moment. . . " he chuckles. . ." but I can vouch
his ass is. . .very. .. nice, if you want to come over?"

OH FUCK NO!!!!! No!! He pulls out and spins the chair round again so I'm
facing the webcam once more. . . Standing behind me, he pulls my hair so
I'm starting, wide eyed and open mouthed at the cam as his cock slides back
into my asshole.  As my whole body rocks back and forth with his
thrusts. . .  I stare right into the image of me in the webcam - terrifed,
crying, make-up smeared. . . and with a sign slowly rocking back and forth
round my neck . . . "Slut for Raping"

Seven men had me in the end, all bareback, all whilst I was tied, all on
cam. . . four came deep in my ass, the rest in my mouth.  Each one gave me
ass-to-mouth, each one made me suck the cum out his balls. . .each one took
pictures and vids and said they'd blackmail me if I didn't let them fuck me
regularly. . .only once everyone had had their fun did he release me.  I
sat in the corner of the room, cum still dripping out my asshole,
crying. . .

You know you want to do this to me. . .

sukeycox@hotmail.co.uk