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Dark Dreamer: Coed's Slave Girl Fantasy 8 [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 Eight
Bob didn't wait for Tina to regain consciousness. He just sort
of pushed her onto her side on the couch and stuffed his cock into
her cunt, then started pumping. Meg sat on the floor behind me
watching, pulling me back against her so she could fondle my body
as she observed her husband fucking the unmoving brunette.
As for Sean, Tina's husband, not only wasn't he bothered by
this but he decided to take advantage of her as well. They
positioned the unconscious woman between them and Sean began to
work his own erect cock into Tina's asshole, something that she
apparently never let him do when she was awake.
Meg let me fall back onto the floor, then sat on my face as I
ate her out. She came, then came again, then came a third time. My
face was soon covered in her juices and my tongue and jaw ached,
but still she squatted over my face, watching the others and
demanding I suck her.
If I slowed she reached down and dug her nails into my titties
until I sped up.
Tina woke up to find herself penetrated fore and aft, the two
men rodding into her with smooth strokes as she blearily shook her
head. She tried to pull away but neither of them were about to let
her, not until they'd cum. She apparently realized that and stopped
struggling, resigned.
A few hours later, we were still going at it when the
motorboat returned and the guys came up into the house. The orgy
lasted most of the day. I was fucked a lot, but this time I wasn't
alone. Meghan and Tina were both fucked hard and long by the big
muscleheads, and far from protesting, their husbands took part.
Meghan looked like she was in seventh heaven as two guys
fucked her standing up. Her slim body was crushed between Pete and
Joe, as they slid their erections into her cunt and asshole.
Eventually I fell asleep on the floor. Fucking is hard work
after all, and I'd been fucking most of the day. I'd cum a dozen
times at least and my energy levels were way down. I woke up a
couple of times during the night, discovering that I'd been chained
to the fridge next to me.
I was a little pissed at that. I had planned to drive back to
school late Sunday night and now I'd miss the early classes. If I
hadn't been chained I'd have driven back on my own and let Al get
a ride with his buddies.
It was Monday morning after all and as far as I was concerned,
the fantasy was over. My mind set was fast changing from
subservient sex slave to confident young lawyer even as I slept.
The problem was, nobody else seemed to be taking note.
I was awakened just after dawn by Pete. I was on my side and
Pete was raising my top leg and pushing his cock into me. I woke up
with a groan, tiredly blinking my eyes in the sunlight that shone
through the windows.
"Hey... "I grunted. "Stop it. What time is it? I have to get
back to school." I tried to push him away but he would have none of
it. He force the entire length of his prick into my hole and
started rutting into me. I glared over my shoulder at him as my
body was pounded against the floor.
I couldn't do anything to stop him though so I just simmered
angrily, waiting for him to cum. I knew it wouldn't take long.
These early morning fucks were sort of a jerk off session for the
guys. In two minutes he spurted his white wads into my cunt and
gave a sigh of relief as he pulled out.
"Take this chain off me." I snapped. "I have to get back to
school."
"You don't give orders, pussy." He grunted, slapping my ass once as
he rose. I sat up but that was as high as I could get as the chain
pulled tight. I jerked at it, trying to lift the fridge so the
chain would come out from around the leg.
I was on my hands and knees as I tried to tip the thing over
and someone came up behind me and knelt down, pushing himself
against my ass.
"Get off me!" I snarled. "I'm finished with this fucking game!
All right? I have to get home!" In response he cuffed me on the
side of the head and pushed his cock into me from behind.
"Stop it! Get off!" I cried, trying to wriggle away.
"I'll shut the bitch up." Joe said, kneeling in front of me
and pushing his cock at my mouth.
"Here baby, here's something to suck on."
I kept my mouth shut and twisted away but he reached beneath
me and grabbed my hanging tit, squeezing and twisting it until I
cried out in pain. He stuffed his cock into my mouth as I opened it
and then slapped me on the side of the head.
"Suck it you whore." he glared.
He started pumping his cock in my mouth in time to the guy
behind me, Mike's, pumping of my pussy. Both came within a couple
of minutes and got up. They didn't let me up though. I tried
telling them that the game was over, that I wanted to go, tried to
convince them that they should unchain me.
Al woke up then and unlocked the chain from the fridge, then
pulled me to my feet.
"Al!" I said. "Take this off me, will you. I have to get back
to school."
"When we're ready, babe." he laughed.
"Not when you're ready!" I snapped. "Right now!"
"Ahh, shut the fuck up." he sniffed. He pushed me against the
counter and bent me over, kicking my legs apart.
"Let me go! Stop it! Fucking BASTARD!" I screamed, struggling
furiously. He shoved me down easily, no matter how hard I fought,
then began to work his cock into my pussy. He ignored my screams,
my insults and my struggles as he calmly fucked my cunt box.
I was furious. I guess I thought they were all having a last
fling, a last fuck-off at my expense and the hell with me being
late for school. I glared into the counter top as Al pumped faster
and faster, then spewed his wad up into me and backed off with a
sigh.
I think it wasn't until hours later, that it hit me. I was
hanging from my wrists from a tree branch, and had been for over an
hour.
I was seething with rage, and then it suddenly occurred to me
that they might not let me go at all, that this wasn't just a delay
on their part, that they really didn't intend to let me got...
ever. The thought stunned me for several long moments as my mind
raced through the implications.
My friend was in Europe and wouldn't be back for a couple of
weeks. I'd be missed at school but nobody knew where I was so they
certainly couldn't check up here. When my friend got back and heard
I'd gone missing she would, eventually, come up here to see if
something had happened to me.
But what... what if these creeps didn't stay here. My eyes
widened in disbelief, and for the first time I started to get
scared. Fantasy was one thing, reality another. The weekend had
been hot and frantic and aside from a few bad moments I'd had a
real great time, but I wasn't eager for a life of this.
I tried reasoning with them. I tried begging. I tried crying.
Then I tried bribery. Finally I raged and cursed and used the
vilest insults and most horrible obscenities I knew, doing my best
to scratch and kick and claw at them whenever they came near me.
None of it had the slightest affect. Monday was the same as
Sunday. Tuesday and Wednesday followed, then Thursday and Friday,
then we were into another weekend.
They continued to fuck me whenever the desire hit them, and
enjoy the swimming, and fishing. Sometimes I was almost alone, as
three or four would go back to the city for one reason or another.
There was never any chance to escape, for I was always chained or
tied up.
The second weekend, all six were back, and they'd brought
three others. I had given up protesting. Protests had only brought
slaps and cuffs, and several spankings, the last one with a belt
that had fairly singed my ass cheeks and left welts on my flesh.
Two more weeks passed, during which I was used as their sexual
plaything. The original six guys, plus the three who'd come up on
the second weekend, had since been joined by eight others. Not all
were around at any one time. They seemed to be using the cabin as
a sort of club house, or home away from home, and I went with it
just like the furnishings.
Some of the guys were really mean, and liked to grind my face
into it. The slightest hesitation would earn me a hard cuff, or get
my cunt or tits squeezed really hard until I cried out in pain. I
learned to obey their orders instantly.
I was, in fact, living out the very fantasy I'd thought I
desired. The play fantasy the first weekend was only that, playing.
This was the real thing. For the first week I was consumed with
rage and resentment, but it slowly eked away, and the second week
I came several times as one guy or another rutted into me.
By the third week, incredibly, my mind seemed to have accepted
things and adjusted. It was really amazing, as I look back, just
how much of a slave I became. They never really hurt me, it wasn't
like I was tortured or anything, but my will was utterly suppressed
by them. I did nothing that would be considered disobedient and
scurried about like a little mouse as I cooked and cleaned for
them.
After we'd been up there three weeks, the guys packed me,
along with a bunch of stuff from the cabin they were stealing, into
the back of a van and rode back to the city. I was still naked, and
still tightly bound, with my mouth gagged.
It was late at night by the time we reached the gym where I'd
first approached Al. We drove in through the back alley and backed
into the big back garage entrance. A couple of the guys pulled me
out the back of the van and brought me inside.
They took me to a small back room, empty except for a
mattress. I was thrown down onto it and then left alone. Over the
next several months, I stayed in the little room, more and more of
my personality and will disappearing as I assumed the persona of a
slave girl.
Often I was alone. Maybe five or six times a day a guy would
come in and fuck me, then leave and lock me in. Several times a
week though, after the gym had closed, they would bring me out and
have a really big gang bang, where four or five guys at a time
would jump my bones.
Finally, someone made a mistake. During one of the late night,
boozeathon gang bang parties, someone went out the back door to
fetch more beer just as I was coming back from the bathroom. The
guys were pissed out of their minds and nobody was watching me.
I stared at the door for the longest time, months of slavery
having sapped my will. Then I started walking towards it, and the
walk became a run. I ran out into the alley, right past the guy,
who was bent over as he tried to pull a case of beer out of the
trunk of his car. He didn't even see me.
I ran naked through the streets until the police picked me up.
I was taken to the hospital and examined.
The police knew something had happened but I wouldn't tell
them what. I claimed amnesia and eventually they stopped asking.
Why didn't I turn the guys in? How could I? Can you imagine the
trial? Can you imagine what a total slut I would be shown as?
All I wanted to do was forget it and get on with my life. I'd
failed all my course, but after a few months of rest I went back to
school and started them over again, this time keeping my fantasies
in check. The months of slavery had done something to me, though.
I didn't have the confidence and willpower I had once had. I'd
turned kind of mousy.
I found it hard to argue, to stand up for myself. During
dates, the guys easily took advantage of me, ignoring my weak
fluttering hands and mumbled protests to fuck me if they wanted to.
Then one day, as I was walking on a street just off campus,
headed for a drugstore, I almost ran right into Al. He was standing
still right in the middle of the sidewalk and I was walking with my
head down, as was normal for me now.
I glanced up as I was about to move around him and froze. My
eyes widening and body going rigid.
"Well, well, well." he smirked. "Hi there, Julie."
I didn't say anything, just trembled.
"Let's go, slut. The guys and me have bought us a cabin where
we can have some fun." He slipped his hand around my upper arm and
led me towards a waiting van. I shuffled along with him, my mind in
a daze. Then he shoved me into waiting hands and I was pulled into
the van.
My clothes were quickly stripped off me, and as Al placed the
metal collar around my neck a long, slow sigh escaped my lips. My
hands were handcuffed behind me and I was forced to my knees, my
legs apart as Al knelt behind me. Then his cock pierced my cunt
lips and sank deep into my belly.
I made no protest, not one. My cheek pressed against the dirty
floor of the van as we moved through traffic. Al rutted into me,
his strokes firm, his hands clutching my hips as he worked his cock
in and out. For long minutes he stroked away at my pussy, his loins
slapping against my ass cheeks.
"She hasn't lost any of her tightness." he commented to the
others.
"She's still got a nice ass." Someone said from behind me.
"And nice tits." Someone else said.
"Give it to her, Al." another added.
And he did, his body hammering mine, his cock slicing back and
forth between my pussy lips, his cockhead punching deep into my
fuck box as he grunted and muttered in pleasure.
His powerful hands jerked back on my body, pulling my cunt
back for each thrust as I sighed and grunted in response. A low
purring sound came from deep in my chest as my body loosened up and
accepted the deep, ruthless penetration and possession by the
powerful man.
My breasts shook and trembled beneath me and began swelling.
My cunt warmed and my guts roiled. My breathing got heavier,
faster, more ragged, as my senses swirled and danced. Behind me,
Al slid a finger down between my legs and jammed my clitty against
his pumping prong.
Finally he came, his fingers digging in harder as his sperm
pumped into my belly. As soon as he moved away another took his
place, Mike. Mike took me the same way as Al, fucking me from
behind with my face against the floor.
After him came Pete, then Joe, then two guys I didn't know.
Minute after minute my fears dropped away and I relaxed. After the
first couple of fucks I was pumping my ass back towards the guy
riding me, and when the fourth guy stuffed his cock into my hole I
came.
From then on it was nothing but total, passionate sexual
gratification. My will, such as I still had, slipped away and I
reverted to my obedient slave self. And in that I found freedom,
cumming as they fucked me on my knees, cumming as they fucked me on
my back, cumming as they fucked me in the ass, and down the throat,
one, two, and three at a time, cumming as their big hands pawed and
probed my body.
The truck bounced and rattled as we moved down a rutted,
potholed road for what seemed like ages. The guys had all fucked me
at least once, and sometimes twice and so I was just sitting there
against the side of the van, in a soft buzz.
The van stopped and Mike and Pete got out of the passenger
doors. Then they slid open the side of the van and Al moved towards
it, pulling me with him. Then, as I stood there, bent over a
little, my body gave a long shudder.
We were in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, and a cabin stood
a few dozen yards in front of me. Between us and the cabin was a
crowd of big musclebound men, at least two dozen, and they were all
looking at me with desperate lust.
I gave a moan as they surged forward and hands pulled me down
from the van. They were all over me like dogs fighting over a bone.
Cocks came at me from every direction and all my holes were soon
speared by savagely rutting cocks.
But I was at ease, happy, back in the element that had become
my own. I didn't care about school or escape, wanted only to be
used and fucked and ridden hard, wanted to be chained and hung and
yes, spanked and slapped and whipped.
Cums rippled through my body in a steady stream as cock after
cock pushed into my holes and cum poured into me. My mind cleared
of all problems and all worries as I gave myself over to the life
of a sex slave, and exulted in the realization of my total
subjugation.
I was to be the first of many young women that would come up
to the cabin here, all carefully selected for their beauty. Most of
the others were unwilling, but tears would give way to acceptance
for them all, and soon they would grow to love their new lives.
Years and years would pass, and our group would grow, the men
powerful, strong, the women chained and obedient.
Children would be born, I myself had twelve. If they were
boys, they would grow up on a steady diet of meat and exercise,
learning to pump iron before they could tie their own shoelaces. If
they were girls, well, they never had to tie their shoelaces
because they never wore any shoes, or anything else. They were
trained in obedience and submissiveness.
I was deeply satisfied, and took pride in the beauty and
sexual skills of my daughters, and the strength and virility of my
sons. Mostly though, I took pride in the fact that I had, more than
anybody else, been responsible for the formation of this wonderful
community. For it was my fantasy that had become true to life.
For the guys, of course, it was even more of a fantasy. It
wasn't just the free use of women, but also the domination and
possession of a lovely, young, to them, snooty college girls. I
knew that simply from the girls who arrived at the farm, as they
called it.
Certainly they were all lovely and young, some just into high
school, but there were more than a few college girls, and even a
few older women in their mid to late twenties, doctors, lawyers,
police women, army officers. All would be broken to the chains and
the will of the men, and all would be glad of it.
Life was a sexual picnic, with orgy following orgy and gang
bang following gang bang. There were no taboos, no restrictions, no
constraints or limitations on sexual expression, and all of us were
happier and healthier for it.
My first born daughter, Tammie, never wore a stitch of
clothing until her seventeenth birthday, when she left for her
first whoring session in the city. Each of the girls spent a few
weeks of the year in the city, under tight control of course. This
earned us enough money to get by on.
By then we were so well settled, that there was no need to
kidnap new women. Our own kids provided the fresh young blood and
bodies. This then, is more than a fantasy, this life of mine. It is
nothing less than the complete fulfilment that all humans long for
and so few discover.
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