Hi I’m Bonnie, 22, single (kinda engaged ) Adelaide, South Australia. I don’t want to be raped but…. I need more from life my guy can provide. I want to have sex on the beach, in a forest, on a football oval. ( no, not while the game is in progress.), be tied up, be forced to go out in public without underwear. and I have fantasies…… Reading stories on sites like this make me wet, I imagine me being raped, being forced to do things…im submissive for the right man, my lover forcing me to have sex with another man or other men is my biggest turn on…. so my fantasy… The Stag Party…. rape young girl.
Its the all male stag party and I stress it is a fantasy, I would die if it ever really happened. I am taken there by you my lover, I am very much in love with you and will do anything to please you. I don’t know all the details but I know that you are in debt to some guys at the club. They are holding an all male night. Im the special guest but I dont know that yet. You don’t say much to me but only that you love me totally and whatever happens you will continue to love me. I know that so I trust you, I am yours. Read the rest of my rape fantasy »
Saturday October 12 2002
The guys have allowed me to make an entry in my diary this one final time.
It is now two weeks since The Rebels Motor Cycle Club came to own me.
No, perhaps “own” is too strong a word, I guess I’m just dependant on them. Dependant totally, utterly, completely on a syringe every morning of precious life giving fluid that gets me through each and every day. Dependant also on two tablets twice daily that make me feel so good. So good…..I do feel so good…..I love it….I need it…..Now I’m letting my mind wander……and my fingers wander….I better get back to this diary entry.
IT WAS THE DAY AFTER MY WAREHOUSE DISPLAY THAT THE REALISATION CAME TO ME THAT I WAS NOW UNDER THE COMPLETE CONTROL OF THE REBELS. MY “DIRECTOR” FROM THE PREVIOUS DAY WAS IN MY APARTMENT THE NEXT MORNING WHEN I AWOKE FROM MY DRUG INDUCED SLEEP.
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My “lover” finally introduced himself as Paul.
He led me by the hand to the bed . He slid my nightdress up to my neck kissed my breasts and worked his way over my stomach to delve his face between my open legs.
Mr. weasel had the video camera up very close, taking in all the action as Paul’s tongue teased my already engorged clit out of its hooded shelter. The tablets I had been given, together with Paul’s expert administrations had taken me to another level and I began to moan and squirm in utmost pleasure. I held my hips up to Paul’s mouth, begging him to devour me, his teeth biting, his tongue probing, his lips sucking, my cunt gushing copious quantities of love juice over his mouth and chin.
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I have just woken up, alone, naked, in my own bed.
My recollections of parts of yesterday afternoon are hazy but I’m going to recount as closely as I can exactly what happened.
As I was in the taxi heading for the warehouse I did begin to feel relaxed. Those tablets seemed to be having an effect. No, not just relaxed, I was actually beginning to feel horny.
Horny? I was being driven to a place where I was voluntarily going to let a man rape me and to expose my body for god knows how many eyes.
As I was thinking this I suddenly realized that my hand was under my dress, a finger was under my panties and embedded deep in my wet cunt. Read the rest of rape diary part 7 »
Evening Since the rape I have hibernated. Took the phone off the hook and slept most of the time. After those animals left I took a long, long, long shower, I just sat on the shower floor and let the water flow over me. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. They have given me a deadline and its halfway to Saturday already. I will ring Matt. I just can’t yet I will later today.
Thursday 19 September 2002
Morning I spoke with Matt. It was difficult. I cried a lot vegas rape story. He’s coming over here soon. I’m just resigned to the fact that I’ve got to go through with this. Read the rest of rape diary part 6 »
Matt has tried to phone all day. I hung up every time. I cant believe he agreed to take photos of me having sex for other people to see. Some old pervert in a corporate office thinks he can pull the strings and see my most intimate of acts. Not this girl !!! . I feel sick. And Matt was being paid to do it. I thought he loved me.
Saturday Evening.
Matt had finally stopped ringing. I’ve been thinking about it, what if Matt was forced into this? He was, after all, bashed very badly for not doing it on time. I don’t know what to think but I do know that in spite of it all I still do care about him very much. And I hit him on his already broken nose !! I will speak to him, I will ring him tomorrow, I just can’t bring myself to do it yet. One thing is for certain, I’m not allowing him to take those photos of me, we must go to the police about his bashing too. Read the rest of rape diary part 5 »
Matt phoned. He wanted to make sure I was OK after Wednesday night. I’ve been thinking about it. I don’t want Terry to fuck me.
Matt says I don’t have to do anything I don’t want.
I told Matt he can still take photos of me though. I did agree to have tea with both of them tomorrow night.
I have stomach cramps. My period is due.
Saturday 7 September 2002 Morning.
Full on period. Wont be doing too much tonight, that’s for sure. I feel like crap.
I also feel upset with Matt, I love him so much, I really will do anything for him but all he seems to want is to watch another man fuck me.
I just spoke to him on the phone, he seemed agitated when I said no photos tonight because of my period.
Men can be so insensitive.
Sunday 8 September 2002 rape movies.
If I felt like crap yesterday, I feel worse today.
Had tea with Matt and Terry then went back to Matts place. The guys were pretty good actually. They didn’t pressure me. They was no way I wanted sex. I knew that both of them had expectations and I did agree to give them both hand jobs. I even sucked each of them a little. They laid on the bed and I went topless. I made them each cum onto their stomachs. I love to watch a guy cum. Read the rest of rape diary part 4 »
As Matt pulled the bed sheet down to my shoulders I saw Terry standing there grinning. I didn’t even know this guy !! My lover had made me cum, I had moaned like a bitch in heat and I wasn’t aware that another guy was in the room. ( Or had Terry made me cum? Whose fingers had rubbed me?).
Oh God I didn’t know what to do. My wrists and ankles were still bound fast to the four corners of the bed. There wasn’t much that I could do.
I looked at Matt with a question on my face, I didn’t want Terry to see me like this. I was angry, I was embarrassed. But I was also as horny as hell. Matt has stopped fucking me mid stroke to answer the door to Terry and the fingering I had just received had left me so wet and craving satisfaction. But not with two guys. Not whilst Terry was there. I’m not a slut.
Matt kissed me, Terry made some comment about me being beautiful and could he see the rest of me? Matt started to slowly roll the sheet off from my shoulders gradually revealing my breasts. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I yelled, trying to break my arms free from the silk scarves but they held firm, I only succeeded in making the sheet slide further down completely exposing my right breast, on the side where Terry stood gang bang rape whore. In an instant he was on it, my nipple in his mouth.
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Well I saw Matt again last night….rather an interesting night. I went to his apartment, I wore my jeans and t shirt, matching pink panties and bra. He held me and kissed me, I love a man who can kiss properly and Matt is the best. I go week with desire when I feel his lips on mine, tongues entwining, strong arms around me, moisture was already filling my pussy, I could feel it making my panties damp. He showed me a lot of his photographic work, much of it rather tasteful nudes. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the women he had brought here and photographed like that but he told me they were glamour models who actually paid for portfolios to be taken. So it was all done very professionally. I believe him drunk sleepy rape sex stories. He took me by the hand to his bed. Laid me down gently. Unzipped my jeans and removed the jeans and panties with one tug. Pulled my t shirt over my head and unhooked my bras. They joined my other clothes on the floor. Silken scarves appeared from nowhere. Before I knew it my arms were above my head outstretched and tied to the to the two behead posts. My legs were being spread wide and the scarves tied my ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed. Read the rest of rape diary part 2 »
My Diary…..By Bonnie, Adelaide South Australia, Age 21
What a difference a month makes. I can’t believe how much has happened since I gave myself completely to Matt. I just can’t believe it. I just can’t. I read the entries I have made in my diary its so difficult to reconcile my feelings. Even now I’m still confused. He did love me, I’m sure he did. I loved him totally lesbian rape fantasy. I think I still do that’s why I cry so often but in the beginning it was wonderful.
Saturday 31 August 2002
Busy week. I have been modeling for the fashion show, I love this job, I know I will never reach the heights of a super model. LOL. Well maybe I would if I had no boobs and a skinny body but I’m quite happy with what I’ve got. Obviously other people appreciate what I’ve got too as I’m getting a lot of attention, especially from the advertising agency camera man. His name is Matt and he’s so cute. He has asked me out to tea tonight. I’m really looking forward to it. Read the rest of rape diary part 1 »
