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Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy 3 [MMMMMf/
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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 Three
So it was arranged. Since I worked in my spare time for the
history department archives, I was able to sneak out an old, not
particularly valuable sword and sheath. I had a dagger for him and
decided that despite reality, he could just wear cutoffs, just so
he wore nothing else with them.
Al though, decided a real barbarian would wear a loincloth I
think he was thinking more of North American Indians than
barbarians from early Europe but I didn't argue. He only needed a
rope around his belly and a couple of small handtowels to hang over
it fore and aft.
He had big motorcycle boots which didn't go too well with the
loincloth, but I didn't much care. We drove up Friday afternoon
after my last class. It was a two and a half hour drive into the
country, down smaller, narrower roads until we reached the potted,
dirt road that led deep into the woods to the cabin I sometimes
borrowed from my friend Emily.
We unpacked food and other stuff, then I led him in the late
afternoon sun out through a long field of tall grass and across a
small fence to the Whittacker farm, where we arranged for Al to
come the next morning and borrow one of Jack Whittacker's horses.
Then we went back to the cabin. I picked up a gauzy, ankle
length dress, a cheapo number I'd found at the goodwill. I changed
into it and then led him out back of the cabin and into the field
a half mile away. I started a small fire by the edge of the trees
and sat down beside it on a fallen log.
"Okay. This is where I'll be. You get changed and try and
sneak up on me. I'm going to scream and pretend I've never seen you
before, and if I can, I'm gonna run away. You have to catch me." I
said.
"You sure as hell are a weird little chick." he laughed,
shaking his head as his hand reached down to give my breast a
squeeze. I shoved him away.
"Remember, you don't know me. I don't know you. You're a mean,
nasty, brutish barbarian and I'm the sweet princess."
He laughed, shook his head some more and wandered off back to the
house.
I sat there in anticipation, waiting for his return. Every
sound made my head jerk around anxiously, wanting to see him before
he arrived. I was tremendously aroused and kind of light headed,
almost trembling as I waited, but at the same time I was a little
frightened and anxious.
I knew I would be hurt, oh, not badly, but he would fuck me
hard, like before. My thighs and ass were still a little sore four
days after the wild fucking he'd given me at the motel. I wondered
what they'd look like come Monday.
I heard a noise behind me and swung my head around, eyes wide.
I stared into the woods but saw nothing. It was just past sundown,
the skies were still light but getting darker with each passing
minute. I frowned to myself, wondering what was keeping him.
I was on edge, anxious, hot, slightly afraid. My head turned
back and forth like a radar dish, searching out where he might be
hiding. Suddenly he exploded from the bushes behind me, screaming
horribly and waving his sword.
I screamed in startled surprise, then bolted, racing through
the grass. He pounded after me, howling with laughter as he waved
the sword around inexpertly in the air. Then he jumped me, tackling
me more like a football player than an old barbarian.
I gasped as I dropped face forward into the grass. Al jerked
back hard on my arm, dropping me on my back. I grabbed at him with
my hands, pretending to claw at his face. He slapped me, not really
hard, but it was a shock, despite what I'd said to him about
shoving me around and stuff.
In a second, his hands seized my loose gown and ripped it open
to the belly. Then he gripped me by the hair as he bent forward and
mashed his lips against mine. He bent lower, his teeth sucking on
my exposed nipple, for I had worn no underwear.
His massive right hand plunged down through the torn opening
and onto my crotch, ripping the gown further as he clamped his fat
paw onto my pussy mound and squeezed hard. I cried out again,
trying to pull away, but he cuffed me once again, backhanding me
back against the ground. I tasted blood and almost protested for
real, but then he pulled back, rolling me like I weight nothing.
On my belly now, I struggled to rise, which bothered him not
at all. His fingers seized the collar at the back of my dress and
tugged, ripping it open. He tore the thing apart, literally, then,
with me naked, was in position, kneeling behind me as he kept me on
all fours, preventing me from rising.
His fat arms slid around my belly, squeezing me so hard he
forced the air out of my lungs as he hauled me back against him. He
ground his crotch into my bare ass while he laughed triumphantly
and bit down on my throat, then slid his hands upward, crushing my
round tit mounds, his fingers mashing the pliable meat, sinking
deep into the fleshy mammaries, making it ooze through his spread
fingers.
I groaned in pain as his teeth bit into my soft flesh and my
tit mounds screamed from his crushing grip. He threw me forward
onto my face, his hand pulling the stupid towel away from his
crotch and bringing out his hardened erection.
He slapped me hard, his hand making a loud crack of noise in
the early evening air as it hit my ass cheek. He laughed again,
pushing his cock knob against my cunt slit, then he thrust forward
with savage force, his hardened organ piercing my soft pulpy cunt
lips and spearing up into my body.
His hips smashed into my ass with such force my knees briefly rose
into the air and I was thrown forward like a bucking bronco. I
gasped, my eyes widening in shock a the speed and force of the
penetration. His cock was buried in my fuck pipe as he mashed and
fingered my sore tit melons.
Without any hesitation, he began to ram his cock in and out of
me, his hands holding me in position easily as he hammered his hips
back and forth, using his strength and muscles to tear his cock
shaft in and out of my tight little fuck opening.
"Take it, bitch!" he hissed, in a long stream of cursing
breathless grunts. "Bitch! Fucking Bitch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Take it
bitch! Bitch! Slut! Fucking wh... wh... whooooore!" he groaned, his
hips slapping into me with bruising, jarring force, a rapidfire
hammering that pounded me with unbelievable speed.
His cock pistoned in my fuck opening as his hands locked
tightly around my hips. I groaned loudly, a stuttering, wavering
cry of pain and emotional shock as my body bounced and jerked under
his wild rutting. His pole was a furious jack hammer as it skewered
my pussy hole.
I had anticipated a hard, pounding ride, but this, this was
astounding. It made the hard fucking he'd given me at the motel
seem soft and gentle by comparison. In a way, I knew fear,
wondering whether I had mistakenly brought a madman up here and
placed myself at his mercy, or whether such savagery was in every
man and I had simply unleashed it.
And yet, as the brutal thrusting fuck went on, my fears began
to give way as I realized my fantasy was well under way. This was,
after all, what I had been looking for, a hard brutal using at the
hands of a powerful, muscular, and yes, brutal man.
He jerked me back against him, then thrust his member into me
again, throwing me forward. Then he hauled me back again and
pounded his steely prick into my body, throwing me forward again,
then hauled me back and thrust into me again.
He jerked me back and forth like a weightless rag doll, his
body hammering into mine with complete abandonment. His cock head
was using my cervix as a punching bag as he drilled my fuck box,
his hard cock pounding into me with painful force.
His cock rasped against my clitty like a band saw, ripping
back and forth with relentless driving speed. I grunted and moaned
from the terrible power being used against me, and yet my pussy was
purring with lust, despite the hard using it was getting, glorying
in my ravaging
I realized then, that I was getting exactly what I wanted, and
the burning spread throughout my belly, seeping into my guts, into
my organs, into my flesh and blood and sinew, sending a high and
increasing buzz and pulse of arousal through my brain.
I tried to forget anything about a game, about a fantasy,
about who I was and who Al was, tried to place myself within my
fantasy, to feel the raw, carnal force of the barbarian's animal-
like attack, of his rugged powerful body against my soft female
form.
My buzzing sexual heat rose from my body in waves and my
breathing came faster and faster. He continued to slam against me,
his prong rutting furiously inside my fuck tunnel. I groaned, my
body tired and worn from the several minute old raping it was
undergoing, and climbing ever higher into the realm of sexual
ecstasy.
Then he came, his sperm a fat, gushing wave of sticky white
heat that flowed into my belly and exploded like a blast wave. I
came as well, my guts and cunt cramping around his cock, sucking at
his sperm, drinking it down and sucking hard for more.
I cried out in bliss, then, as the dim awareness came to me of
the complete emptiness around us, of the deserted landscape, the
trees, grass and open space, I gave voice to my passionate joy, my
cries getting louder, more expressive, less constrained.
My screams of joy and bliss echoed through the trees, stilling
the crickets which had begun to chirp, causing nearby birds to flap
their wings in alarm. Al's fuck pole continued to hammer into my
slit tunnel, polling me with relentless stamina and vigour.
I collapsed, exhausted onto the ground, my cheek flattening
the grass beneath it as I groaned in fatigue, drained of all
energy. He ignored my collapse, his hands firm on my hips as he
humped into me.
My mind dwelled on the image we presented, the fierce, bestial
copulation there amongst the grass, my naked form bent over, ass in
the air, legs apart, his powerful, muscled male body rutting me,
riding me, his big thick pole plunging in and out of my sex.
The heat grew within my loins. I groaned in worn, dazed
pleasure. Al grabbed my hair and used it to haul my head, then my
entire upper body up off the ground. The pain stabbed into me, yet
I did nothing, except groan louder as he held my head and upper
body up by the hair, then dragged me back against his chest.
His prick continued to saw between my cunt lips as he bit down
hard on the side of my neck again. He twisted my head around
forcefully, heedless of pain, discomfort, or even harm he might
cause, mashing his lips against mine as he ground his loins into
me.
His left hand continued to pull and tug at my hair, his right
mauled my titties, crushing and squeezing them as he humped into
me, his cock sliding back and forth between my legs.
"OOoohhhhhhhhh! FUCKing BIIIIITCH!!" he groaned.
He pulled out then, throwing me forward onto my face. He
leaned forward, his hard knee coming down against my ass cheeks as
he jerked my arms up behind my back. He held my wrists together as
I lay there, panting and moaning, then tied them tightly together
with a foot long strip of leather.
I grunted and yelped with the pain as the leather dug into my
wrists, pinching my soft flesh. He stood up, dragging me up by the
hair until I was on my knees. He twisted me around, standing before
me, still holding my hair with one hand.
His cock pointed at my face and he held it with his right
hand, pushing the head against my lips as I swayed and moaned in
pain and a stupor that was half sexual high, half pained shock. His
cock rubbed against my face, wiping back and forth against my
cheeks and forehead.
Then he pushed it into my mouth over my slack jaw and I closed
my lips automatically as he punched it hard against the back wall
of my mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it, you cheap slut! Fucking whore! Suck my
prick, CUNT!"
He was a tall man and even kneeling as tall as I was I had to
bend my head back. He bent me even further, dragging on my hair as
he lunged downward, angling his cock to thrust into my face with
pitiless force. His cockhead lunged again and again into the back
of my mouth, almost making me gag a dozen times.
Then he thrust especially hard and the thick round meat bashed
its way right into my throat. I almost gagged, almost threw up, but
then my mouth acted as though a piece of meat was pushing, into it.
which was not untrue, and swallowed.
I swallowed his cock head and his shaft followed it right down
my throat. It was a very strange feeling, there was the ticklish
sensation, the hard, throbbing sensation of pain as it forced open
my throat tube, and the panicky sensation of suffocation as it
blocked and pushed against the sides of my pipe.
"OH Yeaaahhh!" he groaned, pushing his cock even deeper, the
cockhead inside my upper chest somewhere as his balls rested
against my jaw. He pumped slowly in my throat, his cock shaft
sliding up and down easily.
I made anxious muffled grunts, groans and moans as my lungs
struggled for breath, but his hand held my hair easily and my hands
could not budge from the tight binding strip of leather holding
them together.
He continued to fuck his cock up and down my throat, his right
hand sliding down to cup and squeeze my left tit as he fucked down
into my face. My body twisted and jerked and contorted desperately,
my skin reddening, then getting white as my head throbbed.
Finally, he pulled his cock far enough that his cockknob
popped free of my throat and I sucked in sweet cool air. My chest
heaved as I drew in great gulps of oxygen.
Al had pulled his soaking cock out of my mouth and was wiping
it across my face again, the wet, drool and cum covered organ
wiping against my eyes and cheeks and through my hair as he looked
down with a mocking sneer on his face.
He pushed the cock back into my mouth, twisting at my hair.
"Deep throat me again, fuck face!" he taunted. "Deep throat my
log, SLUT!"
He slammed his pecker into me, his cock head thrusting deep
into my throat, then sinking down the rest of the way until he was
buried in me once more.
He sawed his prick up and down in my throat, his eyes wide and
intensely aroused as he watched his dick disappear then reappear
from between my lips.
Then he came again, just as his cockhead slipped back out of
my throat. My mouth filled with jism and I almost choked as I
sucked in air and tried to swallow his cum at the same time.
He staggered backwards and I fell back onto my heels, then
tipped over and fell on my side, breathing heavily. Around us, the
last light was going and it would soon be dark. I was glad, I was
so tired and sore, I could hardly wait to get a shower and drop
into bed.
Al came over to me and dragged me to my feet, then led me
forward, down the path towards the cabin. We didn't get there,
though. We stopped some distance away and he pushed me down again.
He bent over me, pulling another strip of leather from a tool belt
he was wearing.
Yes, he was wearing a fucking tool belt, with a bunch of shit
hanging from it, including a hammer. Aside from that he wasn't
wearing anything except the sword and the towel across his front
that was supposed to be a loincloth.
He slipped the leather around my ankles and tied them tightly
together.
"What are you doing?" I asked, irritated.
"I want you talk, you talk."
"Oh, fuck off with the barbarian shit. It's time to go home."
I glared.
In reply, he stuffed a rag into my mouth and tied another
strip of leather across it, gagging me. I glared furiously at him,
tugging at the leather binding my hands and feet to no avail.
I watched as he set about building a campfire, then cooked
some wieners he'd apparently set aside. It was soon full dark and
the fire crackled and snapped as he sat by it, munching. I lay on
my side, still naked and bound, tired but strangely excited.
I slowly blinked my eyes awake as the dawn rose just beyond
the trees. My body was sore and cold and aching in many place, one
of the most prominent being between my legs. I had, in the words of
the famous poet, been rode hard and put away wet.
My hands moved, or tried to, and I realized I was still
tightly bound. I moaned involuntarily, which woke the barbarian. He
rolled and sat up, yawning like a dog and then giving me this
nasty, superior grin. My mouth mumbled dryly around the rag.
He got up and came over to me, untiring the leather strip from
my ankles. He pushed me onto my back and dropped on top of me,
crushing me into the hard, cold ground as he pushed his cock into
my fuck tunnel.
He did it with such calm assurance, such supreme self
confidence, that for a moment I was furious at him, the smug
arrogant bastard, and then of course, I realized that I had no say
in what he did to me, none at all, and that was the reason for his
nonchalant use of my body.
He could act like he owned it because he did, that was my
fantasy, after all. And that realization was bringing a warm spot
to my belly and my groin as his erection slid down deep into my
fuck tunnel and he began a slow easy fucking.
He wasn't being easy on me of course, he just wasn't
interested in high impact exercise so early in the morning. I was,
in a very real sense, just taking the place of his morning jerk-off
session. He humped and ground into me, sighing with pleasure as my
cunt sucked on his organ.
Then he came, his jism spraying down into my belly. He stopped
his humping, laying atop me as he relaxed again. Then he rolled off
me and stood up, grabbing me under the arm and dragging me up after
him. There was a rope by the fire and he tied it tightly around my
throat, then tied the other end to a tree.
Then he walked away. I looked after him in outrage, but my
cunt felt even hotter than it had when he'd been fucking me. I was
being treated like a slave, like a possession of his, like an
animal. I revelled in my own degradation, pulling purposefully at
the leather binding my wrists just to feel how securely I was
bound.
My body shivered from the cold, and I was hungry and
incredibly thirsty because of the fucking gag in my mouth. I also
needed to go to the bathroom. I took care of the last in the woods,
then moved back into the grass as the sun began to shine down,
letting it warm me.
The rumblings in my stomach faded to a dull murmur after a
little while but my throat was still tinder dry. It was hard to
figure the passing of time without a watch, but it felt like over
an hour had gone by easily. Then Al rode into sight atop the horse
he'd borrowed from the farm next door.
He stopped and dismounted, then untied the rope - from the
tree, not from my neck. He mounted again, tying the end of the rope
to the saddle, then riding forward, away from the cabin. I could
not protest, I could only follow along behind or be dragged.
I had to walk fast, breaking into a jog every few seconds to
keep up with the horse. I was soon exhausted, but despite my
weariness and my discomfort, aches and pains, I was incredibly
aroused, for this was the culmination of my fantasies, being hauled
behind a horse, naked.
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My eyes blinked back tears, a poor, recently raped virgin
maiden being dragged behind the barbarian savage. I smelled the
horse, the grass, my own sweat. I felt the sun and wind on my
bruised, aching, naked body and pulled repeatedly at my bonds.
I was dragged forward into a village, people all about, some
ignoring me, some pointing and laughing, children chasing along
beside and behind, some pinching my bruised buttocks, grabbing for
a feel of my breasts, others trying to trip me.
I was pulled into the center of the village, into the square,
where my barbarian captor dismounted and walked over to me. The
rope was removed from my throat and my hands unbound, then I was
pulled forward between two tall posts, my hands tied then to either
one as I stood between them.
My wrists were pulled high and apart, so tightly bound that I
almost had to stand on my toes as the pressure pulled at my arms.
Then he left me as a crowd gathered around, many of them chattering
to themselves about me, calling names and insults.
Some moved closer, pawing at my body, fondling my womanhood,
my breasts, my buttocks.
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I tripped and fell, then as the slack ended I was dragged
along behind Al through the grass for several yards. He stopped and
looked back as I stumbled to my feet, then he continued on.
I think it was then that it hit me for good, and with jarring
force. I was in one of my own fantasies for real. Al might not be
from the middle ages but he wasn't much smarter or more
sophisticated then the old savages were, and I was completely under
his control, to do with as he wished.
There was absolutely nothing, nothing at all I could do to
hinder him. I was his toy, his plaything, his actual, for real, no
kidding, no fantasising sex slave. He could fuck me and abuse me
and degrade me as he wished. Even if I protested, demanded to be
released, called off the game, Al probably wouldn't agree. For the
first time in my memory I had absolutely no control over anything
that was going to happen to me.
All this kind of dazed me as the realization sank in. I was
still half walking, half jogging behind Al on his horse. I panted
tiredly, but as I looked towards him, seeing the bulging muscles on
his bare back, I felt a deep flaring heat within my body, spreading
out, reddening my skin.
The aches and pains and tiredness seemed to disappear before
a flooding sexual arousal that almost made me cum from its
intensity.
When Al stopped a few yards on, it was all I could do to keep
from rubbing my thighs together in excitement. He came back to me
and pulled the gag out of my mouth. He had a canteen in his hand
and he opened it and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head
back.
Then he poured a stream of water into my open mouth. I drank
greedily, slurping and gulping and swallowing as fast as I could.
Water splashed onto my face and trickled down my neck, falling onto
my ass and dribbling down my chest.
Al pushed me down to my knees and pulled his cock out. It was
semi-hard and he placed it on my lower lip. I opened my mouth and
sucked it in, munching on it, sucking, working my tongue over it.
It didn't take long to harden, then I began bobbing my head on it
as he humped slowly.
He forced the cockhead down my throat and I swallowed it
gladly, glorying in the demeaning and degrading treatment. He stood
before me then, legs wide, arms folded together across his mighty
chest as I fucked my own throat up and down on his cock.
He stared down at me like some great arrogant barbarian type,
watching smugly as I moved my lips and mouth and throat up and down
the length of his erect organ. Then he reached down and placed his
huge hands against the back of my head, thrusting forward to bury
his cock down my throat.
My nose mashed against his abdomen and his balls pressed
against my jaw, then he spurted out wad after wad of fuck milk,
sending a salty, oily wave of jism down my throat and into my
belly.
He pulled out then and dragged me aways back, then pushed me
down onto the grass. He cut several stakes with the sword, then
untied my wrists, positioning them above my head and spread wide.
Then he hammered the stakes into the ground beside them and tightly
bound my wrists to them.
He spread my legs and hammered two more stakes into the
ground, again, tying my ankles to the stakes. I was helplessly
spreadeagled, the sun beating down on me as I lay there naked in
the center of the field. He grunted and backed off, getting on his
horse and riding away.
I stared up at the sun, pulling at the stakes, feeling a burst
of exultation each time my muscles pulled without result. I lay
back, wondering what next would befall me, my crotch moist with
anticipation.
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