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Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy 2 [MMMMMf/
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL: RAPE/BONDAGE/DOMINATION/WATER/GANG BANG
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Copyright 1991 All rights reserved
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This is the story of a young Coed who has lewd carnal fantasies about
being a slave girl in medieval times. She decides to bring her fantasies
to life by arranging for a powerfully built weightlifter to role play
with her at a friend's cottage. The weightlifter brings along half
a dozen muscular friends, and the coed really gets into it. But when the
weekend is over she finds the role playing has become real.
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Part Two
I was probably making a lot of noise there on the floor, noise
that was easily heard by the guy who came into the room to use the
toilet. If I hadn't been so distracted I'd surely have heard him,
but as it was, I couldn't have seen or heard anything.
I was rising higher and higher, climbing upward into a huge
orgasm, my body shivering and jerking under the hard pulsing
onslaught of sexual passion.
He probably pulled at the door a little, then peeked inside
for a few seconds, not wanting whoever was inside to scream and
call him a peeping tom. His eyes probably widened at once when he
looked down to see my soapy ass cheeks pointing up at him, my
fingers thrusting in and out of the cunt slit just beneath them.
The first I knew of him was a kind of massive presence over
me. I opened my eyes and turned slightly, my bleary eyes catching
sight of a really big body, a guy obviously, his chest bare and
covered with muscles. At first I thought it might be part of my
dream, but it wasn't and that became obvious really fast.
I felt his hands around my thin waist, his fingers almost
completely encircling my slender body as he jerked me back and
knelt behind me. I felt his hips, his abdomen against my ass
cheeks, felt his big hard fingers digging into my flesh, and knew
he was no dream.
I groaned a protest, a half-hearted, confused bleating. He
ignored it, putting his hard erect cock against my oily cunt. I
felt it with my fingers, which were embedded in my furnace of a
cunt.
He pulled them out, then rubbed his cock head up and down my
half open slit a couple of times. Then he pushed into me, sliding
his head inside, then thrusting hard. I remember crying out in
shock at the sudden, deep penetration.
His cock was nothing like my fingers and he forced my cunt box
wide as he drove his prong into my belly. I was in a state of
shock, totally stunned by this and still bleary and dazed from my
hot sexual torpor. I felt his cock push deep into my body and his
body, his hips press against my ass cheeks.
For a second I was balanced between my rapidly building fear
and mortification, and the sudden flaring rise in heat between my
legs. Then the heat won, I flashed into a humongous orgasmic
explosion as this guy, who I still hadn't even seen, pounded his
cock into me.
He was half kneeling over me, thrusting hard and fast as his
hands pawed and fondled my body. He slid them beneath my chest and
cupped my hanging, swinging breasts, mashing and kneading them as
he grunted and drove his prong into me.
All I could do was mewl and whine and whimper, my body
snapping and convulsing with ectatic delight, my nerve endings
crackling with electricity, my cunt blasting a hot steamy wave of
pleasure that washed away my thinking processes and left me a
grunting, mindless animal.
I wallowed in a raw, carnal, sexual pit of brutish,
animalistic rutting. I pounded my ass back against him as he drove
into me, grunting as he did, drool sliding out through my slack
jawed mouth.
My face was pressed into the corner, against the floor. I
didn't even see the man using my body, rutting into me. He was just
a huge shadowy presence, a hard maleness above and behind me, his
body touching, rubbing, squeezing mine as his organ slid back and
forth inside my gut.
I clenched my teeth as he hammered into me, my orgasm slowly
receding but not taking the hot sexual need with it. He continued
to thrust into me, his hips slapping loudly against my wet soapy
ass cheeks as he mauled my tender breasts.
I felt myself flying upward again into another orgasm, my body
trembling and shaking, my head bobbing and shaking like a horse, my
ass humping back against him as my cunt burned with desire. Then I
exploded again, my body screaming through a massive orgasmic climax
that blew out all my candles, turning me from an intelligent,
sophisticated young woman into a howling, grunting bitch dog.
Somewhere in the middle of that terrible, wonderful orgasm, he
came too, his cum gushing down into my fuck pit as he groaned in
pleasure. His rutting slowed, his cock moving slower and slower
inside my lower belly, then I heard him gasp tiredly as he pushed
away and stood up.
He backed away and closed the door and I never did find out
who he'd been. I never heard any gossip about myself, so he
probably hadn't gotten much of a look at my face either, and with
my hair wet and slicked back he probably didn't know who I was.
Whoever he was, he'd given me the idea, made me realize that
the barbarians of my fantasies could be real, could be rawly,
physically present in the real world. Reality, that one time had
come so close to my fantasy that I knew that I could recreate it
with a little effort.
The world was filled with big, muscular, clumsy, stupid men,
men with little more sophistication than the brutish hulks that
populated my fantasies. I would find them, carefully set things up
as I had my own sexual initiation so long ago, and then enjoy my
fantasy come to life.
I started out deciding that the men I needed to bring my
fantasy to life were not to be found at the college. Even the
ignorant football jocks were too smart for the kind of beast I was
looking for. No. I had to look elsewhere, outside the confines of
academic life for the brutes I wanted.
I started checking out gyms, looking for the places the body
builders hung out. I wasn't looking for a guy that was merely well
built. I wanted one of those monsters with the huge, hard, rippling
muscles - hopefully with a small brain to go along with them.
There also had to be a certain presence to them, a kind of
meanness or cruelty to fulfil the danger part of my fantasy. I
didn't want to get hurt, mind you. I wasn't looking for a sadist.
I wanted someone fairly safe, but with a hint of nastiness so he
would take advantage of me like my dream barbarians.
I wasted a lot of time at first going to fitness centers and
the gyms that catered to the more upscale clientele such as myself.
Then I realized my error and searched out the trashier joints, and
that was where I found Al.
Al was a massive, monstrous looking man. He stood well over
six feet tall, his body rippling, bulging with muscles from head to
toes. He wasn't handsome at all, his face blunt and kind of brutish
looking, showing little sign of intelligence.
He didn't have the flowing blonde hair of my fantasies,
instead he was completely bald. He had little pig eyes and moved
awkwardly, as though his body spent too much time lifting and
stretching and pulling and not nearly enough walking, upright
anyway.
Still, he wasn't bad looking really. He was fairly young,
probably in his late twenties. The baldness was shaved not
congenital. Maybe he thought it made him look sexy. Who knows?
Anyway, I spent some time studying him before deciding for
sure. His interaction with other people was made up of gruff grunts
and scowls, not the friendly sort at all. I liked that. Also, the
way his eyes flicked to me every now and then when he thought I
wasn't looking, indicated he was far from being a fag.
I was wearing a skintight little stretch leotard with no ass,
and I bent over a lot in his direction. I finished up, and went out
to my car, waiting and observing the door for him to show his face.
About half an hour later, he popped out, headed for a beat up old
Ford clunker.
As I said earlier, I'm a straightforward, no nonsense person
most of the time, but still, approaching men about something like
this wasn't easy, even though they were complete strangers and thus
couldn't do harm to my reputation. The first guy I'd approached had
been very difficult, but the second was much easier, and now I was
quite bold.
I pulled up in front of his car and waved at him. He looked
surprised, then got a crafty look, if you could call it that, on
his big flat face. He came sauntering over, bending awkwardly by
the side of my car.
"Hey there, baby cakes." he leered.
"Hi, yourself."
"Saw ya' inside. You got a cute bod' there."
"You too. Wanna come and see more of it?"
His eyes sort of lit up and he looked around, maybe to see if he
was being set up.
"Sure, babe. When and where?"
"Get in." I said, nodding my head at the passenger door. He
laughed and went around, jumping inside. The car rocked under his
weight. I was wearing jeans, a checked blue shirt and a jacket, but
from the way he was looking at me you would have thought I was
naked.
I stepped on the gas and drove out onto the street, turning
down Grover street towards the cheap motel I'd passed on the drive
in.
"Where we goin' baby?"
"A motel." I said. He chuckled happily.
Screwing a guy in a motel, even a sleazebag motel, was far
from my fantasy, but I wasn't going to go to all the trouble of
arranging things, including time off from my studies, only to wind
up with a lemon who couldn't fuck his way out of a paper bag.
If he was merely crude and untutored, well that was fine. That
was kind of what I was looking for . What I didn't want was some
dorky muscleman with a teeny weeny who would cum ten seconds after
he'd gotten it inside me. I wanted a guy with staying power.
He wasn't my first audition, as I said, four others I'd
selected had turned out to be duds. One was a fag, the other two,
really speed artists in bed. The fourth was the worst, he was the
sensitive type, the last thing I wanted.
Anyway, me and Al got to the motel. He went in and got us a
room for a couple of hours, and then I drove around and parked by
the door.
As soon as the door was closed behind us he was all over me,
rough and crude and forceful, with more than a smidgen of cruelness
thrown in.
I was in front of him, walking towards the big double bed,
about to launch into my explanation of what I wanted from him. He
wasn't about to wait for anything though. His big arms wrapped
around me, hauling me suddenly back against his brick like body.
His hands slid up and cupped my breasts, squeezing hard as his
groin pushed against me. He whirled me around, grabbing my thick
hair, twisting my head up and back as his lips came down on mine.
It was far from a gentle kiss. He crushed his face against mine,
his lips bruising as they savagely mashed and crushed my own.
He growled in lust, his tongue shoving far into my mouth as he
seized my breast in his free hand and mauled it, squeezing,
twisting and mashing the sensitive mammary.
His hand jerked off it only to dive down between my legs,
squeezing my pussy through my jeans. He squeezed several times as
he sort of frog walked me back to the bed. Then the hand squeezing
my cunt lifted me into the air and hurled me onto my back on the
bed.
He crouched on the edge of the bed, his long arms reaching
out, hands grabbing at my pants. He jerked them open and ripped
them down my legs, tossing them in a corner. I was naked underneath
and he stared hungrily at my bared crotch.
He crawled forward as I pulled my jacket open and quickly
unbuttoned my shirt. His weight crushed me as he simply dropped
atop my slender body. I grunted in pain a he pressed down heavily
atop me. His hands grabbing at my hair again, fondling and clawing
at my breasts, my cunt, my ass cheeks.
He was eager and in no mood to be restrained or slowed. He
didn't speak and didn't ask permission for anything. He jerked my
legs open, tugged his pants down to his knees and pressed his cock
against my gash.
It was all so fast I hadn't had a chance to say a word. He
grunted as he lunged forward and jammed his cockhead against my
fuck opening. I gasped as he pierced me, driving several inches of
hot, fuck spike into my crotch hole.
I couldn't see his cock to measure its size, but from the
feel, it was a good sized one. He mashed his lips against mine
again as he grunted and jerked his hips up and down. His cock tool
jammed and twisted in my fuck opening, jerking back and forth,
thrusting deeper with each passing second.
I grabbed at his t-shirt, tugging it upward so I could feel
and see his hard muscled body directly against my own skin. His
flesh was warm and soft, though the muscles pressed hard against it
and me.
He threw his hips forward and I cried out in shock as his cock
drove deep into my belly. He was big all right, real big. I could
feel his cock head way up inside me, mashing against my cervix, and
my elastic cunt walls were forced wide apart by his throbbing
member.
He continued to growl and grunt like an animal as he began
rocking up and down on the bed, his hips grinding into me as his
prick pumped inside my lower belly. I bent my legs, bringing them
back and then trying to raise them up and put them around him.
I couldn't, his hands grabbed them behind the knees, shoving
them back and apart as he began to really pound into me. He sort of
propped himself up with his hands and began to thrust rapidly,
swinging his ass up and down and driving his cock up and down my
fuck channel with brutal strokes.
His big hands were like steel as they completely encircled my
legs and forced my knees back to either side of my body. My cunt
was exposed and helpless as he pistoned in and out of me. My fuck
channel clutched tightly around his fat tool as it ripped in and
out, and my cunt walls ached with the speed and force of the
movements.
I could hardly catch my breath: I was really getting a
reaming. Me cunt stung, his cock sawing back and forth so fast my
flesh was burning from the tight rasping of his skin on mine. My
thighs were being hammered by his muscled hips as he panted and
grunted and growled passionately.
His cock was stabbing into me again and again and all I could
do was groan and whimper piteously. My hands pressed flat against
his chest, caressing his hard male body, fingers probing, squeezing
at his muscular pectoral muscles.
He shifted his grip from my knees up to my ankles, shoving
them far back so they pressed against the sides of my head. He
grinned evilly down at me as I groaned in pain, my thigh muscles
and tendons aching from the stretching they were getting.
His body pummelled me, slamming down again and again, smashing
against my folded up, squashed, crushed body, hammering especially
hard against my buttocks as he drove his cock into me with furious
thrusts.
The ferocity of the sexual attack roused my own lust. I was
getting so cruelly fucked... FUCKED! I mean, I'd been screwed
before, that guy in the shower stall had been less than gentle, but
now I was really getting FUCKED. This guy, Al, was skewering me but
good, his cock plunging up and down my cunt box like he was
churning butter on high speed.
On top of the pounding my pussy was taking my body was being
squashed, mashed, squished and hammered, my breath coming in
strangled gasps and pants as my body was brutalized. Shoving down
on my ankles made my ass push upward into the air, and each time
his hips slammed into it my ass would be driven back deep into the
mattress, only to bounce back upward to meet his next furious
thrust.
I groaned and mewled, my mind frantically trying to cope with
the overload of sensations, fears and pleasures racing through it.
Then he gave a load grunt, and if anything, speeded up. Since my
total concentration was on my cunt pit, I couldn't miss the deluge
of wet liquid sperm that jetted down into my belly as he came. His
hips beat a rapid tattoo on my ass cheeks as he came inside me.
He didn't stop, though he slowed down a little after his cum
juice had bubbled down into me. His cock hardly seemed to soften at
all, continuing to batter away at my poor twat. In a way I was
glad, but in another way I felt an shadowy fear and a
disappointment as the beating continued.
My cunt was now burning with lust, but I was being so utterly
pounded that my overwhelmed, blasted mind just wanted it to end.
But it didn't. He continued to hammer down into me, his cock
slicing back and forth between my taut cunt lips as he drove his
cockhead deep into my body with each stroke.
I groaned, my eyes kind of unfocusing, rolling back in my head
as a state of erotic bliss became to take over my body. I know
longer cared about the pain and discomfort, no longer cared about
anything. I was in the ecstatic runup to orgasm, where nothing
counted but the continued pleasure.
The pleasure, the burning, grew higher and hotter, my cunt
sizzling and sparkling with desire, lust and passion. Then I came.
Boy, did I cum! It was a terrific, mind blowing climax that made me
shake and tremble like a leaf in a storm. And that was what I felt
like too, a tiny leaf being battered and bruised by this giant of
a man.
I grunted repeatedly, my mouth slack, my head back. My hands
pawed weakly at his chest as his thick cock pounded into me. The
mattress made my body bounce furiously, hurling my ass up only to
be hammered back by his downward thrusts.
His fuck tool was spearing deep into me, stabbing savagely
into my crotch opening, the head slapping, thumping against the pit
of my fuck box again and again. My mind faded out under the
tremendous onslaught of orgasmic pleasure, unable to think, unable
to react or cope. The only thing that was on my mind was the gut
wrenching pleasure, and the desperate, nearly crazed desire that it
continue as long as possible.
It was a deep, prolonged orgasm, but finally it started to
drop me back down. As I started regaining control of my senses
again I felt Al's cock spit out more cum, felt it gushing and
sluicing down into my belly as his hips pounded into my soft, now
well bruised ass cheeks.
The second cum seemed to take the heat out of him. He leg go
of my ankles, allowing my legs to rise a little ways anyway. Then
his hands slid down to squeeze my chest from the sides, hauling me
upwards as he fell back to sit on his heels.
I came down firmly straddling him, my cunt impaled on his
still hard prick. I was so weak from the breathtaking cum that I
was trembling as he pulled my body up against his. His hands cupped
my ass cheeks, grinding my crotch down onto him as my head weakly
lay against his shoulder.
He ground himself up and down inside my belly for long seconds
before one of his hands abandoned its squeezing, kneading grip on
my ass and moved up to grab my thick hair. He jerked my head back
hard, forcing me to arch backwards with a little sob of pain.
Then his lips closed around my left nipple and he sucked hard,
his teeth chewing not very gently as his breath sought to inhale my
nipple and a big chunk of white tit meat with it.
My hands weakly slipped around his shoulders, trying for some
kind of balance, of leverage. Then his hands mashed down on my ass
cheeks again, crushing my loins against him as his cock slid even
deeper inside my belly. He bit down on the nape of my neck, sucking
hard as his hands mashed my buttocks and ground me against him.
I felt a finger probing hard at my little round anal opening
and mewled a protest, trying with renewed strength to pull back and
gain some control over the situation. My mind was fluttering and
dazed, but I could still sense, still feel his finger slowly trying
to wriggle into my asshole, and that was one thing I didn't want.
No way was I going to let this guy fuck me in the behind. I'd
heard of it, of course, but as hard as my fantasies were sometimes,
in none of them did my ass get screwed. I thought it was disgusting
and utterly demeaning. Nothing degraded one more than to have that
happen to you, and I knew that this crude kind of guy was just the
type to relish the subjugation of a woman that an act like that
involved.
I tried to twist away but Al was having none of my protests.
He was bouncing up and down on his knees, the mattress sending us
both rebounding again and again, sending his fuck pole tearing up
into my cunt box. He jammed and ground me down against him as his
cock spurted yet again, and this time he fell forward, collapsing
on top of me with a deep, groan of satisfaction.
He was breathing like a bellows, and slowly rolled off me. My
body groaned in relief, my lungs fully expanding at last as my
chest was no longer compressed by his weight. I lay sprawled next
to him, recovering slowly.
He got up then, humming to himself and starting to draw up his
pants.
"W... wait a second." I panted.
"Want more baby?" He leered.
"I want a lot more."
He gave snort and pulled his shirt down, tucking it into his pants.
"Later babe. I got things to do."
"Have you ever tied a girl up before?"
His eyes opened a little wider and he looked down at me with new
interest.
"I never have ta' tie em down, sweet cheeks."
"I Like to be tied up." I swallowed, sitting up slowly.
"Shoulda said somethin'." He said, obviously interested,
studying me closely while his tongue swirled around inside his
mouth.
"What are you doing this weekend?" I asked.
"Nuthin' much."
"How would you like a little holiday, a dream come true?"
"Yeah? Where?"
"In the country, a little cabin I know."
"Doesn't sound like my dream come true, babe."
"You haven't heard it yet." I said, leering a little, laying
back on the bed and kind of arching my back, pushing my breasts out
suggestively.
"Ever thought about having a slave girl?" I queried, "Ever
wonder what it would be like to own a sex slave?"
He gave a short laugh, his eyes watching me even more closely.
"I've always wanted to sort of act out a fantasy of being
captured by this big, strong, handsome barbarian type, you know,
like Conan?"
"Who?"
"Those sword movies Arnold Schwarzeneger made?"
"Oh yeah!"
"I figure, we got out into the woods and you can play the big
barbarian that catches a pretty little thing and then.... "
"Ties her up and fucks her ass off?"
"Yeah. You can tie me up and rape me in the woods, in the
grass, drag me along behind you with a rope around my neck and my
hands tied behind me. You ever thought of something like that?"
"Yeah." What man hadn't?
"You can push me around, boss me around, make me do what you
want?" He leered, coming to my knees, then standing up in front of
him, my hands tracing a pattern on his barrel chest.
"I want to be your slave girl for the weekend." I panted, "You
can hang me from my wrists, stake me out on the grass, screw me on
my knees in front of a camp fire at night.... "
"Now that's starting to sound like some kinda fun." he
chuckled.
"You ever ride a horse?"
"Why?"
"There's a farm near my cabin and I could borrow a horse so
you could play the barbarian."
"I don't need no horse, babe, less you wanta get fucked by
one."
I fought back a look of disgust. "It's just that... well, I've
always had this fantasy about a big muscular barbarian man with a
big sword... "
"I got a sword for you, baby!" he mocked.
"... riding along on his horse and dragging me along behind
him on a rope."
"You really are freaky ain't you?"
"Will you do it?"
"Shit! This sounds so fuckin' weird! Fuck, yeah! Yeah! I'll do
it!"
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