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Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy 4 [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 Four
I waited for a while. I don't know how long. The sun heated me
up almost as much as my crotch, though it dried me out too. Then,
I heard the sound, or perhaps the vibrations of someone coming
towards me. Again, I pulled at the stakes, without effect.
Then I froze as I heard voices. Horror flooded through me at
the thought of being found like this by some middle-aged couple and
their children. But then I head Al's voice and I groaned in relief.
He came into view, a big, taunting grin on his face. Beside
him was another body builder, this one with brown hair cut in a
crewcut. Another man appeared, he also had a crewcut, but he was a
blonde. Then a fourth and a fifth and a sixth man formed a semi-
circle around me.
I stared at them, wide-eyed. All were obviously body builders.
They all had huge bulging chests, narrow washboard stomachs, and
tree trunk legs, and all were naked as they stared down at me with
varying degrees of lust and mockery.
For an instant, I hovered on the verge of a protest, of a
scream of denial, then I tumbled back into my fantasy and dropped
my head back to the grass, waiting the inevitable. It was not long
in coming. The first man to mount me was the one with the blonde
crewcut.
He knelt between my splayed legs, his hands on them, slowly
stroking up and down from my crotch to my knees. Then he eased
forward and moved atop me, his hugely muscled chest crushing me
beneath it before his hands pushed him upward.
He still lay atop me, his weight heavy on my belly and lower
chest. He began squeezing and fondling my breasts then, turning his
head down to suck and chew on my nipples. I whined in response, my
limbs pulling at the ropes binding them.
His hard cock was pressed against my belly and my crotch
yearned for it. Then he grabbed it and rubbed the head up and down
my very oily slit several times. He pressed it between them,
forcing them apart as he slid it into me. Then he grunted and
pushed forward, thrusting his cock deep into me.
I groaned loudly, uncaring of what the gathered men thought,
glorying in the hardness within my fuck chamber. His elbows pressed
into the ground as he began to fuck into me, his hard body grinding
and jerking against me, causing little bruising stabs of pain every
few seconds when he hit me too hard.
His cock slid back and forth in my hot, sucking chamber,
grinding into me, sawing over my clitty as he humped. I grunted in
response to each thrust, my head back, staring into the sky as he
raped me. I continued to pull intermittently at the stakes, until
I felt my cum approach, then I pulled especially hard and
hysterically.
My head thrashed and jerked as his fuck pole stroked within
me. My back arched and I jerked against the stakes, exulting in
their tight grip on my limbs as I was swept into a wondrous
orgasmic storm of pleasure.
My mind blazed with excruciating pleasure as I was buffeted by
wave after wave of intense erotic satisfaction. My body was a
maelstrom of seething, crackling sexual electricity. I jerked as if
shot, my back arching upward in sudden shock as a concussion of
ecstasy exploded in my belly.
I fell back to the grass, just as another blast wave ripped
through me and again through my chest upward. I screamed, my body
bouncing and jerking as much as it could in the tight grip of the
leather restraints. Within my belly, the man's girl-fucker
continued to rod back and forth, drilling into me with greater and
greater force.
Slowly, slowly, I eased back out of the climactic fever, my
body trembling as I panted for breath. The blonde continued to
pound his cock into my open and vulnerable fuck hole until he came
also and I smiled weakly as I felt his sperm shooting into me.
He got up, moving away, and another took his place. He was a
black man, but just as heavily muscled as the other. His skin
gleamed in the sun as he sweated. His teeth were white against his
black skin as he settled between my thighs.
His big, powerful hands roamed across my body, squeezing,
kneading, fondling. He pawed at my full breasts, mashing and
twisting the pliable meat. His lips came down on mine and crushed
against me, locked into place as he sucked the breath right out of
me.
His tongue pushed into my mouth as he ground his lips into me
and squeezed my fat melons. I groaned, the sound weak as my own
tongue rasped against his.
He reached down and took his cock, then pried open my cunt
lips and thrust into me. I groaned at the fullness as his fat organ
slid remorselessly down the length of my twat channel. He began to
grind his cock into me, driving it back and forth between my fleecy
cuntlips.
His chest came down tighter against mine, crushing my swollen
tit orbs as he humped into me. His hands slid down under me, both
of them clasping my ass cheeks, completely enfolding my soft,
cupcake buttocks in their large, rough palms.
He humped into me faster, jerking my ass upwards with each
thrust, his tool jabbing again and again into my cunt pipe. I
mewled in delirious pleasure, my face a mask of delight, my jaw
slack, eyes narrow slits.
He grunted as he fucked into me, his heavy, hard body mashing
and crushing my own slender frame. His hands continued to jerk my
ass upwards as he lay atop me. His face was buried against the side
of my head as he rutted again and again, his heavy body pulping me
beneath.
It was like having a car rocking back and forth on top of me,
yet the pain and claustrophobia only added to the intense arousal
I was feeling, I was on a high no drug could emulate and my pussy
was sizzling with ecstasy.
I came again, my head jerking back as a powerful blast of
climactic energy battered at my mind. Blinding lights exploded
before my bulging eyes and my breath locked within my chest as I
shook under the awesome storm of orgasmic power.
My head felt like it was ready to explode, and I gritted my
teeth against the sheer intensity of the massive, powerful
sensations. Then finally they slowed and my trembling, shaking
contortions were diminished to the odd twitch or shudder as I lay
tiredly beneath him.
He continued to fuck down into me for a long minute, then he
grunted and more sperm splashed down into my belly. He got up with
a proud sigh of pleasure and another took his place, this one with
long brown hair.
He jumped eagerly atop me and thrust deep, burying his prick
inside me with one movement. I grunted and air hissed out of my
lungs. He began to fuck furiously, screwing me like Al did. His
cock was a triphammer as it thundered back and forth inside my fuck
pipe.
After several minutes of hard fucking, he dumped his load,
adding to the deep, sticky pool of semen inside the pit of my
belly. As soon as he rose, another took his place, and again a
rapid, hard fucking resulted.
I think I came again, in fact, I think I came several more
times, but things start to get very blurry by then. I was raped
again and again by the huge, musclebound men, and not one of them
showed the slightest concern for my pleasure or comfort.
After each had fucked me at least once, I remember being
flipped over and re-tied. There was some kind of discussion, which
I didn't understand at the time, but which I now know was a card
game. They played to see which would get my asshole first.
All I knew at the time was how exhausted I was. I lay there on
the ground, half asleep, my face pressed into the grass, into the
dirt. The card game took about five minutes and when the black guy
won, I was asleep.
I woke to his hands on my body. They were all gathered around
me, standing, kneeling or squatting as the black guy knelt between
my legs. His hands squeezed and fondled my soft white ass cheeks,
then a single finger pressed against my asshole.
I think I already told you that I was a virgin back there. I
had never permitted any guy to go near it and had never even
thought much about it. The very idea was so disgusting and
degrading to me that even in my fantasies about rape and slavery,
being sodomised hadn't figured into anything.
It was something I should have expected from a crude, lowlife
like Al. His friends, of course, were no better. The finger woke me
up a bit as I felt it thrust into my little hole. I grunted in
pain, trying to twist my head around to look.
"N... no... NOooooo!" I groaned, struggling against the
leather bonds.
"Shut up, slut, or I'll gag you again." Were Al's cold words.
The black guy, his name was Joe, but I didn't know it then,
forced his entire finger, which was pretty damned big and long, let
me tell you, into my asshole, and then wriggled and twisted it
around inside me.
My whimpering complaints meant nothing to the men, who had
already classified me as their plaything. I realized this, even in
my numbed and exhausted state, realized that they would do as they
wished and would ignore any protests.
I knew I was about to be sodomised, probably more than once,
and my belly was gripped with both anxiety and anticipation. By
now, I was past any kind of pride. I was wallowing in degradation,
and I waited, my breasts squashed into the dirt and grass, as he
pumped his finger in and out of my tail pipe.
Then he sprawled over me, his elbows on either side of my head
as his body rested down on mine. His cock pressed against my
asshole, which was pretty sweaty by now, of course, lucky for me.
I felt my little wrinkled opening spreading wider and wider as his
cockhead forced its way in.
I groaned into the grass, air puffing out between my lips as
the pain began to bloom in my asshole. His cock pushed open the
little wrinkled hole and slowly sank down into me as the watching
men cheered. The deeper it penetrated the louder I groaned and
whimpered.
I felt utterly impaled by his fat, throbbing cock. I gasped
and panted, groaning and then sobbing as his fat black prick forced
its way into my asshole, and drove deep, deep, deep into me, his
cockhead burrowing high into my guts.
It hurt. Boy did it hurt. Joe was being careful not to go to
fast, afraid he might tear something and cause actual damage to me,
but he wasn't worried about a little pain, that was my problem.
His cock went so deep I felt cramps in my guts, terrible
gripping cramps from deep in my belly. I sobbed weakly, my belly
aching as his balls rested firmly against my ass cheeks. He
groaned, and slowly pulled his sausage back down my ass tunnel.
There was pain, but the cramping eased, then thankfully
disappeared. Then I wailed as Joe thrust back into me. His fat fuck
tool jammed down my rectum and stuffed me full, bringing screaming
cramps into my belly.
I pulled desperately at the stakes once again, my muscles
contracting, staining. His cock began to churn inside my still
super-tight asshole, running in and out with greater and greater
speed and power. The others called out encouragement as Joe went
faster and faster, his thick fuck meat pummelling my guts as he
slammed his thighs into my ass cheeks.
I grit my teeth against the pain as I was impaled on the long,
evil length of his enormous fuck spike. Joe's hands came down on my
back, raising his upper torso off me, but shoving my poor titties
into the cold ground, grinding them into the dirt as he ran the
entire length of his prong in and out of my anus.
The pain slowly eased as my asshole went numb. Joe's cock
moved more smoothly inside me now as he thrust repeatedly, using
long, deep strokes that rammed his cockknob deep into my guts.
My cries slowed, turned to grunts with each impact and low
murmurs and whimpers. He dropped his weight back down on top of me,
crushing me completely beneath his heavy weight. His teeth bit at
my throat as he ground his loins into my soft round buttocks.
His cock slid back and forth, back and forth as Joe humped
into my tender ass pipe. Then he began grunting, humping harder and
faster. I winced as his cock began to skewer me with furious,
driving thrusts. His body slammed into my round ass cheeks,
smashing me into the dirt, then his cock erupted in a furious
geyser of cock spit. His jism gushed down into my belly as he
groaned in pleasure.
Then he stopped, holding still atop me, his prick embedded in
my asshole, his body pressing down on mine as his heavy breathing
slowed. He rolled off me then, getting to his feet as the next man
took his place. Another hard, thick cock thrust deep into my anus
and began a hard stroking.
More cum sluiced down into my asshole, then another man took
his place, then another, then another. By the time they were all
done with me, I could hardly even feel my asshole and was barely
conscious.
I was dragged to my feet as Al unwound a thick, coarse rope.
One of the guys held me, my arms tight against my sides, while Al
slid the rope around my belly and tied it tight.
He tied the knot directly at the center of my belly, then
brought the rope down between my legs and up in back. He jerked
suddenly and I shouted in consternation as the rope dug up between
my cunt lips, forcing them apart as the coarse, scratchy rope dug
into my pink cunt meat.
Al slid the rope through the loop around my belly, tying it
very tight indeed, so it dug up really hard into my cunt and ground
into my ass cheeks. Then he brought the rope up my back and across
my right shoulder. It slid down from there across my chest to the
loop around my waist, then went around it and back over my left
shoulder, so it criss crossed my chest.
The rope scratched against my breasts as he tightened it
behind my back. Then he brought several loops around and around my
chest and belly, pinning my arms to my sides and squashing the rope
against my tit meat.
My tits were mashed and billowed out in swollen, distended
masses of gelatinous meat as the thick rope dug into them from
below, above, from both sides, and from directly across them. The
coils around my chest and waist were so tight that it was hard to
breath.
Al seemed satisfied though. He finished tying off the loop and
gave me a shove. I fell over and he and the others laughed.
"Get up, slut. We ain't carrying you." he said.
I struggled to my feet and one of the men, the blonde crewcut,
who's name was Andy, gave me a hard kick in the ass, which sent me
stumbling forward and falling on my knees.
"Look at the little whore, stickin' her ass in the air again!"
"Guess she wants more."
"Well, I got more for her right here!"
"Stick a few more cocks in her asshole an' she ain't gonna be
able to walk!"
"Who cares if she walks? Tie her to the horse an' drag her."
"Go on, bitch, get your skinny ass up."
"Move, slut!" Al grabbed my hair and dragged me up, shoving me
forward. I stumbled and almost fell again, but managed to keep my
balance. I began to walk back down the trail, wincing and gasping
as the rope dug into my cunt with every step.
"Lookit that tight assed walk!"
"You wanna ride me, sweet cheeks? I'll give you a ride!"
"On his cock!" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
I yelped, and lurched forward as something bit into my ass.
Riotous laughter erupted from behind me, and I turned to see Al
with a small branch, a thin switch he had used to whip my ass.
"Move your little pussy, babe. We ain't got all day."
I tried to move faster, but the rope dug in so painfully
against my soft pink cunt flesh that it was impossible to go very
fast. Walking at all was almost agony. The rope scratched and
rasped against my oily wet cunt flesh, biting tightly, causing
terrible stinging pain.
The switch slapped across my ass again and again I jumped
forward. The men laughed again, commenting on my ass and how my
tits had jiggled even with the rope coiled around and against them.
My body ached all over. There were bruises everywhere, and the
rope scratched maddeningly, like sandpaper was scratching at my
tender skin. My asshole and pussy were especially sore, though my
titties screamed in anguish as well. One of the thick, heavy loops
crossed directly across the center of my nipples, scratching them
horribly.
My feet stumbled and I fell several times, only to be slapped
and kicked to my feet by my tormentors. All the while they kept up
a steady stream of obscene comments and insults, and every now and
then the switch would slash down across my ass cheeks or back, or
someone would grab my titties or pull my hair.
We weren't very far from the cabin but it seemed to take
forever to get there. I gasped in relief when its outline finally
came into sight. If I thought I might be allowed some moments of
rest to gather myself together, though, I was sadly mistaken.
I was taken over to a tree just outside the cabin and then Al
and his friends tied a rope to one of the branches and tied the
other end to the ropes on both of my shoulders. Then I was pulled
into the air, swinging from side to side as the rope around me dug
even more painfully into my sore flesh.
The rope pulled tightly, squeezing on my chest and belly,
making it even more difficult to breath than before. The worst
though, was my pussy, for most of the weight, my weight, came down
on the rope between my legs, and it dug into my like it had teeth.
I moaned and whimpered, but Al and his buddies had heard a lot
of moaning and whimpering from women before. They just laughed. Al
gave me a hard shove and I swung wildly, twisting and turning
around in circles as my body swung back and forth beneath the tree
branch.
Some of the guys brought beer out from the cabin and they
began to settle into place on the ground and in the lawn chairs
overlooking the river. A radio went on and the guys started
listening to a basketball game as they swigged beer from the
bottles. Some of the guys dove into the water and splashed around,
leaving only a couple up beside me.
A couple was enough though. They were very conscientious.
Whenever my swinging and twisting slowed too much, one of them
would get up and give me another hard push to set me swinging
again. I was constantly on the verge of throwing up, and the main
reason I didn't was that my stomach was so empty.
Finally, they pulled me down and unwound the rope from my
sore, dazed, bruised body. They left only one loop, the one around
my throat. Then the guys marched me down to the river and down the
length of the dock that stuck out into it - and threw me off.
I gasped as the cold water closed over me and my body screamed
in shock. The cuts and scrapes all over me sent burning pain into
my stunned mind and I could hardly move. The rope pulled me back up
to the surface, then began to pull me right up out of the water.
I grabbed at the rope, holding it as it lifted me clear of the
water and back up to the end of the dock eight feet above me. The
guys pulled me back up, then Al, the sweetheart, lifted me high
above his head, holding me in a horizontal position, one hand on my
arm, the other on my thigh, then he threw me off the edge of the
dock again.
I crashed into the water and sank deep, my mind even more
dazed. The rope pulled again, lifting me up through the water, then
up out of the water, strangling me in the process as my weary,
bedraggled mind failed to even raise my hands to hold onto the
rope.
I passed out as they lifted me over onto the edge of the dock.
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I knelt beside the King's throne, naked. A proud lady of a
wealthy and powerful family, I had been caught in a web of intrigue
and was now to be the innocent instrument for my family's
humiliation.
Now cruel manacles bit into my wrists and ankles, and an iron
collar was fastened around my throat. Thick, heavy chains linked
them together as I knelt dazed, my mortification so great I was
hardly able to understand the numerous filthy insults and obscene
comments directed at me by the evil King and his courtiers.
Already, my feet had been mutilated in a most painful way. I
would never walk again, but must crawl like a bitch dog wherever I
went. Never again would I wear clothing either, so the King said.
I was to be an animal, subject to constant humiliations and
degradations.
The King's fool held a leash which was attached to my collar
and led me out and about on the elevated dais which held the
throne, laughingly patting my head and stroking my back as though
I were a dog. Every now and then he would lead me over to a member
of the court, a man or perhaps woman whom once had been my equal,
and that person would laugh and pat my head, or if it were a man,
squeeze my hanging breasts or slide a hand in between my thighs to
cup my pubis.
Several times the fool led me back to the center of the dais
before the King, then one of the King's men would kneel behind me
and mount me, riding me hard, his long organ thrusting cruelly into
me newly opened love hole as the people around laughed and joked at
my expense.
What was perhaps the worst of all, was that my poor female
organs had been denuded of hair and coated with a thin, now dry
substance that rendered them horribly sensitive to just this type
of roding. My humiliation was complete as I moaned and groaned and
cried my pleasure as I was ridden.
The obscene comments mounted as I yelped and wailed and humped
back a the man savagely roding his manhood into my hole. And as the
glorious blossom of pleasure enveloped me, I felt the cruel,
sneering eyes of the King on my young, nubile body.
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I woke slowly. The guys were still moving around, splashing in
the water, listening to the ball game, drinking beer. They were
having a swell time. I held still, just laying there on the dock,
drying off and regaining some strength.
Al came over then and bent over me, blocking the sun.
"Hey, pussy. You're awake, huh?" He nudged my side with his
foot. "Get off your lazy ass and make us some lunch, bitch." he
nudged me harder, almost knocking me over the edge of the dock.
I groaned and slowly sat up, holding my head in one hand and
cupping my sore pussy in the other.
"Come on, slut. We want lunch." He grabbed my arm and hauled
me erect, shoving me towards the cabin. I stumbled down the dock,
only the thought of food and water keeping me from collapsing.
Making lunch for them would be a pleasure compared to what I'd gone
through this morning.
There were more cat-calls and obscene insults from the guys
sitting around on the grass as I passed them. Their lust had been
at least temporarily sated for now, though, and they wanted food,
so they let me pass unmolested.
Once in the cabin I sat down and held my head in my hands,
groaning weakly, then I staggered across to the fridge and pulled
out the jug of ice water. I drank a full cup in a single chug, then
refilled it and drank another.
I sighed, then made several sandwiches, stuffing them into my
mouth as fast as they were done. I was starved. With the worst of
my hunger sated, I started to make some sandwiches for the guys,
but it had been a long, sleepless night and there'd been an awful
lot of energetic activity since the last time I'd slept. Now, with
a full belly, I could barely keep my eyes open.
I went over to one of the beds in the corner, just to rest for
a couple of minutes, and fell asleep.
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I hung from my wrists, naked. A crowd of people were gathered
around, some snickering, some grim faced. The big, heavily muscled
guardsman strode up behind me, his hand holding the whip. My soft,
female flesh seemed to crackle with fear as the man let the long
length of his whip slide along the floor.
There was a tense moment of anticipation, then the whip lashed
across my back, sending pain flaring through my system. The next
blow sliced across my buttocks and I screamed in agony, my body
shaking and trembling, my breasts jiggling and bouncing.
My form was so beautiful as I hung there, that it was a wonder
that any man would want to use something so harsh as a whip on it.
My form was made for mens' hands to slide across, for their lips to
caress, instead the whip bit into my back and again I screamed.
I could feel the eyes of the surrounding throng, could sense
their excitement, especially from the men. I knew that they were
aroused by the sight of me, and even more so by the cruel lash of
the whip upon my defenceless body. Again it struck and left a cruel
line across my soft white skin.
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Al shook me awake, his angry face glaring down at me.
"You dumb cunt!" he glared. "Where's our fuckin' food?"
"Huh? Uh... wha?"
He grabbed my hair and dragged me out of bed, ignoring my yell
of pain. He dragged me across the floor, through the little kitchen
and living room and out the door of the cabin to where the guys
were still laying around listening to the game.
He flung me into their midst, the guys grabbing at me at once,
pawing and fondling my naked body, laughing and making more obscene
remarks.
"The stupid bitch has been sleeping instead of making our
lunch" he complained. There was a chorus of criticism and
accusations, most of it obscene.
"So what are we gonna do with this lazy slut?" Al asked.
"Hang her!"
"Cut he tits off!"
"Fuck her till she bleeds!"
"Drown her!"
"Burn her at the stake!"
"You dumb fucks!" Al sniffed. "We do any o' that an' she won't
be able to make our dinner, neither."
"Lazy fuckin' white bitches!" Joe complained.
"Maybe we should spank her." Al said.
"Spank the little bitch!"
"Spank her!"
"Whip her ass!"
"Tan the little bitches butt!"
Al sat down and they grabbed me, tossing me across the ground
towards him. Al grabbed me by the arm and dragged me belly down
across his lap. His hand cracked down on my ass, then squeezed the
soft flesh as he laughed along with them.
I should have been fearful. I should have been outraged,
furious, that these stupid great beasts, these ignorant, muscle
bound assholes, would dare to treat me so. Instead I was hot. Maybe
it was the holdover from the dream. Maybe it was the sexual aspect
of spanking, of domination. I don't know what it was, but I was
hot, and although I was anxious about the pain, I was looking
forward to getting my ass spanked.
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