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Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy 6 [MMMMMf/
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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 Six
After what seemed to be ages, Al came out and unchained me
from the tub. He tied a rope around my ankle and literally dragged
me out of the tub and across the ground to the river. There was a
tree with a branch hanging over the river and he tossed the rope up
across it.
The rope came down and he started hauling, dragging me down
into the water, then pulling me up out of it to hang by one foot,
wriggling and twisting awkwardly. He laughed and lowered me again
until my head and chest were underwater, then left me like that. I
twisted, pulling my body up out of the water so I could breath,
grabbing my ankle to hold myself in place.
He let me drop then, and I fell back into the water. He pulled
on the rope, slowly raising me completely out of the water, then
let me drop again to splash back into it. He seemed to be getting
a lot of amusement out of it.
He tossed me a bar of soap but I didn't catch it. It splashed
into the water below me. Al dropped me into the river again, just
after telling me I wouldn't be getting out of there until I had
cleaned myself off. I searched around for the soap but couldn't
find it.
He hauled me back out of the water again after a minute.
"Find it?"
"No." I said. He dropped me back again. I fished around until
I was out of breath, then surfaced, coughing.
"Find it?"
"No." I said. He tugged on the rope, which jerked on my ankle
and ducked me under again. It took several minutes before I finally
found the soap, then Al kind of supervised, holding me aloft as I
soaped up my body and scrubbed at it, then dunking me again and
making me do it again.
I had to soap up my hair and then wash it off four times
before he was satisfied. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at
myself, all the while hanging upside down from one ankle.
At last, he seemed to be satisfied. He dropped me into the
water again and let me crawl out to the bank. At the edge, I had to
kneel and suck off his boner, then after I'd swallowed his cum, he
brought me back up to the cabin.
It was almost completely dark by then. The cabin was well lit
though. The tv was on and the guys were watching a baseball game.
I was relieved, knowing it would take their minds off me for a
while and hoping I'd get a little rest, maybe a chance to eat
something.
All I got was pushed against the square pillar in the living
room and fastened to it. My hands were pulled high above me and the
handcuffs which still bound them were hooked around a spike which
was up near the top. It had held a potted plant but held me just as
well.
I was on my toes to keep from just hanging there. Still, my
arms were soon tired and my toes soon started to ache. I had to let
most of my weight fall on my wrists and arms and shoulders. Al
taped my mouth shut and left me like that as he joined his buddies
at the tv.
More than an hour passed as I stood there, my skin covered in
goose bumps from the growing chill of the night air. They mostly
ignored me for that time as the baseball game went on. Chicago got
five runs ahead in the third inning and they started to lose
interest.
The first one to get a little bored of it was Joe, who got up
to get another beer, then detoured on his way back to his chair to
stand in front of me. He stroked and fondled me as he gazed down at
my bare body. He cupped and squeezed my titties, tweaking my
nipples with his fingers, then slid his hand down between my thighs
and fingered my bald pussy.
I saw his cock getting stiff as he fingered my pussy, and my
cunt started to get warm at the thought of him stuffing his big
black prick into it. But instead, he pulled me around and shoved my
face into the pillar. Then he pushed his cockhead at my asshole.
He jammed his cock against my little round hole and slowly
began to push it inside. I gave a muffled groan through the tape,
but was almost as happy. I was becoming hotter and hotter with each
passing hour as a whore. It seemed that my cunt's reactions were on
a hair trigger now and almost anything would set me off.
His cock began to push up into my ass tube as his hands
cupped and squeezed my tits. Then his hands slid down my sides and
grabbed my legs high up near my crotch. He pulled my legs apart and
thrust hard, jamming several inches up into me.
I gave a startled cry, but it made little sound. His own grunt
of satisfaction was louder. He pulled my legs further apart, so I
was hanging from my wrists, and rammed more of his pecker up my
shit hole. It hurt, but from within me came a powerful flare of
heat in response.
I felt his cockhead high inside my belly as the last of his
shaft sank into me. His balls pressed against the soft undersides
of my buttocks as he ground me into the pillar and bit and sucked
on my throat.
He started to fuck up into me, his hands lifting me by the
thighs to jam my ass back on his cock each time he thrust forward.
His prick head thumped against the back end of my ass tunnel,
causing hard pangs and cramps as it bashed against my guts.
My cunt drooled as my body overheated. Even though he wasn't
touching it, my cunny was hot and bubbling from the hard pounding
my asshole was getting. He twisted and jerked his cock around
inside me as he rodded up into me, yanking his cock back and then
jamming it upward violently.
His cock reamed out my asshole as my body jerked and bounced
against the pillar. His fingers were like steel as they dug into my
ivory thighs. My tits kept smashing and mashing against the
unyielding wood of the pillar. And all I could do was moan and
whimper and grunt, hanging there by my wrists, my ass out against
Joe, my legs wide.
Then his sperm pumped up into me, what seemed like gallons of
it. He slowed his hard pumping and let his cock slip out of my
anus, then dropped my thighs, leaving me half hanging there as he
went back to the ball game.
Chicago was up by eight now and the rest of the guys were also
getting bored. Then someone found a video camera and they decided
to make their own show. Pete apparently had been interviewed on tv
once, well, on cable anyway, for some stupid bodybuilder show, and
he became the director.
They sat me down on a chair while Mike aimed the camera at me,
panning it up and down my body. I was kind of nervous, just sitting
there as they all gathered around in a semi-circle watching.
"This is Pete Volovich." Pete said. "We're about to interview
the world's biggest slut."
Some of the guys made loud noises of agreement and Pete glared at
them. "Shut the fuck up." he said, then turned back to me.
"What's your name, cunt?"
"Ahh... Julie." I said.
"Julie, how many cocks have you sucked in the last twelve
hours?"
"Uh, I dunno."
"More than ten?"
"I guess so."
"More then twenty?"
"Maybe."
"How many times did you get fucked?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"You don't remember?"
"No."
"You really are a cheap little whore, aren't you. Were you
fucked more than twenty times?"
"I think so, uhhh... "
"Yes, Julie?"
"Do you mean... I mean, does that include the ones that, uh...
fucked me in the ass?"
"Let's keep it down to double digits and only include the ones
in your cunt."
"Well, okay."
"You're a slut, aren't you?"
"Uh, I guess so."
"Has anyone fucked you when you didn't even know their name?"
"Yeah."
"Today?"
"Yeah."
"You ever fucked more than one guy at a time?"
"Yeah."
"Describe that, why don't you."
"Uh, well, like, uh... like one guy fucked me in the cunt
while another one fucked me in the asshole and I sucked another
one. Then I kind of jerked off a couple of more while another guy
tit fucked me."
"You sure are a whore, Julie."
I lowered my head.
"You got nice tits there, though."
"Uh, thanks."
"Play with your tits for our audience, Julie. What size are
they?"
"Uh, thirty eight DD." I cupped them and started stroking and
caressing them, starting to get turned on. I knew nobody was
watching but I pretended that there were millions and millions of
people watching me on their tvs.
"You like to get fucked, don't you Julie?"
"Yeah."
"Even up the ass?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Why don't you play with your pussy while we watch? I notice
all the hair is gone. Do you like that?"
"Yeah, kind of." I said, starting to play with my pussy,
getting into the fantasy and stroking my body in a sensuous way. I
slid my hand down to my cunt and started to pump a finger in and
out of my tight cleft.
"Tell us about when you lost your virginity, Julie."
"Uh, well, it was at my house in front of the fireplace. We
kissed and made out for a long time and then he fucked me. It was
great. He was older than me and knew what to do and all."
"And gave you a good hard fucking, huh?'
"Uh, yeah."
"You liked that, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah.
"Tell, me something, Julie. All girls are whores, aren't
they?"
I knew what he wanted me to say, so I said it.
"Yeah."
"All girls really want in life is to get rode hard, to get
really porked, right?"
"That's right." I said, my skin glowing red as I pumped two
fingers into my pussy.
"And when they try to push a guy away, what does that mean?"
"It means they want to get fucked real hard." I panted.
"They want their clothes to be ripped off and then... "
"Then they want to get fucked hard, to get their tits sucked
and their asshole reamed out!" I gasped.
"Do they like getting slapped around?"
"Yes!" I groaned. "They love to be raped. All girls loved to
be raped. It's what we all dream about. Ohhhh! Uhhhh!"
"Here, Julie, take this." he said, tossing me my vibrator.
"Let's see you do yourself with that."
I turned it on and started running it over my body, starting
with my nipples, then sliding it down between my legs as I slouched
back in the chair. I raised my feet and put them on the arms of the
chair as I rubbed the round nose over my slit.
I groaned in pleasure, grinding the vibrator over my cilt as
I moved it up and down my little cunt gash. I could feel my wetness
leaking out as I started to push the dildo into my oily pink cunt
box. I shoved it deep into my slit, pushing it hard, making it go
high up inside my belly until only the end was visible.
I started to pump it in and out as I writhed and wriggled for
the camera, squeezing and mashing my breasts as I humped my ass up
and down franticly. Then I came, my body exploding with ecstatic
sexual release. I let myself go, groaning, screaming, moaning,
cursing, exaggerating my movements and my cries for the camera as
they looked on.
Then Al jerked my legs back and shoved his cock down into my
asshole. The vibrator was still embedded in my pussy and both of us
groaned in pleasure as it buzzed away inside me. Pete focused the
camera on me, keeping Al's face out of things as he showed me
getting ass fucked by Al's thick, pumping cock.
I continued to groan and moan, happy to be doubly screwed
again, even if one was a vibrator. I played up to the camera even
more, acting as slutty as I knew how. One of the guys grabbed me by
the hair and jerked me against the side of the chair, then pushed
his cock against my mouth.
I started sucking on it as Al ass fucked me and the camera
watched. I turned my self on even more by imagining my parents and
friends watching the video with wide horrified eyes. Al pulled out
and they re-positioned me, then he punched his dick into my asshole
again.
Over the next half hour I was fucked in every imaginable
position,k sometimes by one guy, sometimes by two or three or four,
up the ass, down the throat, in my cunt, you name it. I even did
tricks, crawling on the floor, rolling over, kneeling and begging
like a dog. I drank beer from the palms of their hands and licked
their feet. I was going crazy with the raw carnal force of my own
bestial sexual behaviour. I came repeatedly, my body shuddering and
writhing for the camera.
I did and said some of the most degrading things imaginable,
begging for my ass to be fucked, saying how I liked to fuck my
father and brothers and uncles and even my sister and mothers, how
I liked to get fucked by dogs and horses and dreamed of making it
with little girls and boys. I confessed to selling my body numerous
times and to taking drugs, to practising black magic, including
drinking blood and performing human sacrifices.
When I wasn't saying disgusting things, I was doing them,
doing erotic dances, or pushing vegetables up my pussy or asshole.
I managed to get my whole hand into my pussy while they watched and
fucked myself to a tremendous cum. Then of course, I had to shove
my hand up my asshole, which I did.
When they came on my face and body I rubbed it in gleefully,
and then when Al actually pissed at me, I opened my mouth and let
the whole stream go down my throat. It tasted terrible, but the
degradation was wonderful and I jerked myself off as I swallowed,
having a tremendous orgasm.
Finally done, they started to drift off to bed on the sofas
and beds. Al had found a travel cage that my friends had once used
to cart their big dog around in and he shoved me into it and locked
it. It was tight and I had to curl up inside it, but I fit. I fell
asleep with the bars pressing against my ass and sides.
The first guy up the next morning dragged me out of my little
cage and then fucked me as I knelt there on the floor. Then he went
off to shower. Al woke up and he too fucked me, bending me across
a table and jamming his spike up and down my twat hole for a couple
of minutes.
Then he slapped my ass and told me to make breakfast for them.
I set about cooking bacon and eggs as more of them woke up. They
let me alone long enough to make their breakfast anyway, then I was
sent out to the river to get clean again after all the hard fucking
I'd done last night.
I washed myself off, then swam a little, enjoying the feel of
the cool water on my naked skin. My mind was pretty much in neutral
as I swam and I didn't try to ponder any big issues or analyze my
behaviour this weekend. I knew it was all a fantasy anyway and come
Monday I'd revert to normal.
As for the tape, its mere existence sent a little thrill down
my spine and I could hardly wait to see it. None of these bozos
knew my name so I didn't worry about anyone I knew seeing the
thing. Besides, I was planning on erasing or destroying it later
today before we went back.
I saw a lot of movement on the shore and turned my head,
watching as the guys came flip flopping over to the dock, wearing
scuba tanks, masks, weights, and flippers. All but Joe soon dropped
into the water and disappeared. I paddled nervously in place,
wondering if they were just going to explore the river bottom
together or...
I just had time to draw in a breath of oxygen before something
grabbed my ankle and jerked me below the surface. I found myself
surrounded by the guys. They grabbed my arms and legs and pulled me
to the bottom of the river. They pinned me to the river bottom,
four of them each kneeling or squatting on one of my hands and feet
as they held them apart.
Then one of them, Mike I think, settled on top of me and began
pushing his cock into my gash. My cheeks were puffed out as I held
my breath. I stared at them in real fear for the first time, not
worried that they wanted to murder me but that they would
accomplish it by accident.
Already my lungs were bursting and yet they showed not the
slightest sign of being ready to let me surface. My back and ass
were pressed into the slimy, moss covered rocks beneath as Mike
forced his cock down my pussy. My cunt got cold as water got in
around his stabbing, twisting prick, but all I cared about was the
growing discomfort in my lungs.
I writhed and twisted, trying to pull myself free from their
tight grasp, but got nowhere. They easily held me to the bottom as
I stared up at the surface a good twenty feet above.
Mike's cock started to slide back and forth in my pussy and I
thrashed my head in the water, trying to show them how desperate I
was for air. All I got was grins from them. Finally, I could take
it no longer. I was on the verge of blacking out. I opened my
mouth.
Just then someone shoved a mouthpiece from one of the tanks
into my mouth. I clamped my lips down on it and breathed deeply,
never so grateful in my life.
Mike continued to fuck me. It was a very strange kind of fuck,
all in slow motion and without a sound. Still, the cock working
back and forth in my pussy began to feel good to me, now that I
wasn't in imminent danger of drowning.
Their hands squeezed and fondled my body as Mike did me. His
cock was hard and pushed deep as it fucked back and forth in my
box. I lay there on the rocks and began to heat up. I'd fucked in
the water before but never under it.
My pussy felt strange, cold on the outside, but really hot on
the inside. His body slapped against my puffy bald crotch as he
worked his fuck tube in and out of me. It was an incredibly weird
sensation laying there spreadeagled on the bottom of the river, and
I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to cum under water.
As his body moved against me, it sent little waves surging
across my exposed flesh, stroking me like the gentlest of caresses.
My nipples were incredibly hard, my breasts swollen with heat even
as they were chilled by the cool water.
One of them reached down and thumbed my right nipple. He held
it between his thumb and forefinger, then began to roll and twist
the little pink bud.
Mike fucked harder, and the wavelets continued to glide over
my body. I groaned into the mouthpiece, knowing only I could hear
it. My breathing was harsh and ragged as my body began to pulse
with fiery, rippling pleasure. My chest was rising and falling like
a bellows as crackling electricity rippled up and down my spine.
His heavy body was grinding my back and ass cheeks into the
rocks beneath me as he worked his hips in harsh, rutting thrusts.
My cunt gaped around his pistoning rod, the delicate white skin of
my cuntal opening gripping his round shaft as it moved in and out.
My fat, swollen melons bobbed in the water like balloons as my
body began to shake and tremble in climactic pleasure. My mammaries
floated above me, trying to break free of my chest and pull to the
surface. Someone's hand came down on my right titty then and gave
it a harsh squeeze, sending blood surging through my veins.
I screamed, yet heard not a sound. My body writhed and
undulated in their grasp as I came, my orgasm ripping through me
like a tidal wave, swamping my senses with glorious orgasmic
ecstasy. My muscles contracted again and again, pulling against
their hold. We all swayed from side to side as my body thrashed and
pulled at them.
Then Mike came inside me, his cum juice bubbling down my hole
and burning into my belly. As soon as he withdrew another took his
place. They twisted me around and shoved me face down into the
moss, then I felt a cock at my little anal opening.
I whimpered into the moss and grass as a hard cock forced its
way down my anal tube, the fit so tight that not a drop of water
could follow it in. My titties were being mashed and crushed
against the rocks, but nobody but me seemed to care about that.
My asshole was soon packed full of cock meat and whoever it
was began to jerk and twist it from side to side as he worked it in
and out. As soon as he could he started to ream me out, his fuck
staff rutting down my rectum like a pile driver.
My hips were scratched and bruised against the rocks as he
humped into me. Again, it was a really strange fuck. Not only
couldn't I hear a thing, I couldn't even see them anymore. My head
was pressed into a kind of depression in the floor of the river and
I could see nothing but part of one guy's knee.
Whoever was sodomising me was stirring his cock around inside
me like he was mixing batter, and when his cock finally spewed cum
down into my bowels and pulled loose, my asshole gaped open and
water gushed into me, filling my anus with its coldness.
They clamped my wrists behind me and handcuffed them together.
Someone gripped my long hair and forced my face into the mossy
bottom again. I saw a couple of them swimming away and my legs were
no longer held.
My ass and legs floated upward of course, but someone pulled
them down, and knelt between them, then inserted their prick and
started doing me. I tried to get my knees on the bottom but unlike
them I had no weights on me and so kept floating upward.
fortunately they came soon, then they pulled me out of the
water, throwing my gasping body up onto the shore and letting me
lay there for a few minutes while they put away their air tanks and
gear. Al grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, then brought me
over to one of the picnic table and sat me down on one of the
benches.
They all gathered around me, and my head swivelled from man to
man, trying to tell what they were going to do now. Then my hair
was grabbed and I was forced back against the table. My chest was
thrust out as Al sat beside me and palmed my right breast.
It was hard to see what he was dong as my head was pulled way
back and held firmly. My tit was squeezed hard, the pliable meat
distended, forced into a tight cone. I felt something very cold at
my nipple, an ice cube, I thought. My nipple hardened rapidly.
Someone fingered the nipple, then pinched it hard several
times. Tape was placed over my lips and my chest forced out even
more. Then I felt a sudden sharp pain at my nipple. I jerked in
their grasp but couldn't escape. The pain got worse, a terrible
stabbing pain right in the nipple.
Then the pain subsided. My eyes closed in relief. Someone
rolled my nipple in their fingers again, and then I felt something
very odd, as though something was biting into my nipple, yet
without causing any real pain.
A few moments later my left nipple was pressed against ice. It
hardened and soon burned with cold. Again there was a terrible
sharp pain, and then the strange kind of biting. My head was
released and I was pulled back upright.
I swayed a little and looked down at my titties. My eyes
blinked in astonishment, for both nipples had been pierced through
and a gold ring hung from each. I stared in astonishment, unable at
first to grasp what had happened.
Pete bent over then and took my left nipple, ring and all,
into his mouth and began to suck. Al sucked on my right nipple as
his hand slid between my splayed legs and rubbed at my puffy naked
pussy. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the table.
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