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Andrea lay lounging in her nightgown. Looking at the clock, she realized it was nearly 1 am. This was going to be her first Easter without James. Her mind going over the last week, particularly the point she threw her husband out. She had found out that James had been cheating on her with her best friend Marta. Unable to help it, she felt tears forming over that day. She had not expected to come home early from her parents, but had decided to so she could surprise James. Her horror and betrayal had been complete when she walked into her bedroom to find Marta bent over with James fucking her in the ass. Neither of them saw her, as she couldn’t help but stare.

Marta was a full figured woman, with breasts that were easily DDD or bigger. Andrea had always felt self conscious of her rather small C cup breasts. She hadn’t really worried to much as she had retained her own semi full figure outside of that. Her long wavy brown hair and emerald green eyes had always seemed to attract James. She had always assumed their sex life was good, if not fulfilling. Looking back she realized that all the times she had rebuffed James hints to do wilder things, may have contributed to his cheating.
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It had all started when I rented a room to a man they say was a terrorist. I had protested I hadn’t know of that fact. My protests were ignored and in no time at all I was in a federal prison without all the bother of a trial. I had violated several parts of the Patriot Act and I had no recourse even though several lawyers tried to plead my case. I became just another victim of The Patriot Act.

I had several experiences with torture by guards in solitary confinement. One however stands out more than the others because it almost killed me. I ended up spending two months in the hospital afterwards. It also says some very disturbing things about those who torture and their victims.

I had been sent to solitary over a stupid fight I had with a fellow prisoner. (I learned later that the fight had been a set up as the other prisoner was a paid government agent) They used any excuse to send women down into solitary. I didn’t look forward to it because that was usually where the most sadistic guards were. I was sent there for 3 months that first time. Around the 3rd week I was there one of the guards came in to work that day in a very bad mood and I could tell he was looking to take his mood out on someone right away. He had I known always lusted for me so I knew I was in for it.
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It had all started when I rented a room to a man they say was a terrorist. I had protested I hadn’t know of that fact. My protests were ignored and in no time at all I was in a federal prison without all the bother of a trial. I had violated several parts of the Patriot Act and I had no recourse even though several lawyers tried to plead my case. I became just another victim of The Patriot Act.

I had several experiences with torture by guards in solitary confinement. One however stands out more than the others because it almost killed me. I ended up spending two months in the hospital afterwards. It also says some very disturbing things about those who torture and their victims.

I had been sent to solitary over a stupid fight I had with a fellow prisoner. (I learned later that the fight had been a set up as the other prisoner was a paid government agent) They used any excuse to send women down into solitary. I didn’t look forward to it because that was usually where the most sadistic guards were. I was sent there for 3 months that first time. Around the 3rd week I was there one of the guards came in to work that day in a very bad mood and I could tell he was looking to take his mood out on someone right away. He had I known always lusted for me so I knew I was in for it.

He got 4 other guards to help him take me to a special room. They chained me to a wall with my hands stretched high over my head so my feet were barely touching the ground. I could feel my muscles stretching in my body and it was hard to breathe hanging like that. I looked at this 6 ft 6 guard and figured he weighed about 275 pounds, most of it muscle. The other guards were also big men and I knew my skinny 135 pounds was in for it. The big one walked up to me and told me he wanted to see how much abuse I could take, just for the fun of it. I spit right in his face and that really pissed him off. (I know that was a stupid thing to do, but sometimes you just act without thinking) Read the rest of bdsm forced sex »

A fortnight ago, a great and terrible storm came out of the frozen depths of the sea that consumed us, as it was the behemoth of hell. It is with heavy heart and trembling hand that I pen these lines to tell the tale that befell our island community. I shall here bare witness to the events that occurred here so that the servants of god may be aroused to defense from the fury of the pagans. God protect us all.

The morning began with a chill fog rolling off the surf and growing lighter gray with the first rays of the rising sun behind it. The young nuns went down to the shore in preparation to gather salt for trade and support, as was the custom of their duties, before morning bells calling them to pray. I watched their long black clad forms make the descent to the rocky sands, as was my habit, from the slit window of my cell high above. Just as they were leaving their first footprints on the cold mud of the shore, I seen one of their number raise a finger and point out to sea. Following her indication, I too turned my gaze to the foggy east.

That is when I saw it. The most horrible sight my mortal eyes had ever beheld. Parting the fog and cutting the surf crest it came, the head of a giant serpent rising from the depths. I must admit I gasped in spite of myself with astonishment. Only for a moment, surely this could not be some foul beast or drake from the sea. All too soon I realized this was no beast, but a host of beastly men sailing on a heathen craft meant to stir terror upon all who saw it.

The young brides of Christ began to shriek with fear and flee back up the rocky slope to the safety of the walls. These sounds were joined by the blood lust cries of the barbarians pulling their oars harder in pursuit of such fleeting treasures.
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Traci was mad as hell when she opened her email. Nude pictures of her, in sexy provocative poses! Here was one of her in just panties and a bra, sprawled out invitingly on a bed. Another one showed her holding her large breasts up for view with a silly smile, and so on, including some close-ups of her tight pussy slit! They were attached to an email from her former boyfriend, telling her that if she didn’t come see him soon at his apartment, he would post the pictures all over the internet, and give them to all his friends!

She had let Zane make the pictures of her when they were going steady, partly as compensation for the fact that she refused to have sex with him. She was saving herself for her future husband. A poor girl, Traci was determined to marry a rich man, and she had decided that she would be more attractive if she were still a virgin. Traci had broken up with Zane when she met Tim, who came from a very rich, old New England family with all sorts of connections in government and banking. Now these pictures threatened to screw her new relationship! She had to get them back! Her new boyfriend Tim was very image-conscious and he would never date someone who posed for pornographic photos.

Traci stood in front of Zane’s door and knocked nervously, suddenly aware of her clothes, a short white tank-top that clung like a second skin to her large 38D breasts, the nipples sticking out through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight jean cut-offs that rode way Read the rest of free + fantasy writing + rape »

The story I want to tell you happened four years ago when I was a
senior in high school. It was a Friday night early in the year, late September
I think, and one of the school’s cheerleaders, I’ll call her “Dana”, was
throwing the classic party-while-the-parents-are-out-of-town at her house in
the country. Me and almost all of the guys on the football team were going,
and from what I had heard around the halls during the day, so was about 80
percent of the senior class.
I was definitely looking forward to it. When you’re in high school,
you’re always either looking for your next beer or your next screw. Since my
girlfriend for the last year was a hot cunt with perfect tits who ran on the
cross-country team, I knew I would find both that night.
Me and my girlfriend (we’ll call her “Jenny”) showed up at Dana’s house
at about 9:30 and the place was already packed. Most of my teammates were
there already, beers in their hands and looking totally gone. It turned out
Dana had wrangled a keg and several cases of beer with her fake ID (that was so
shitty it was even wrinkled in the laminate, as I recall), and people were
saying that a glass was three dollars and a bottle was two. I said OK,
thinking fuck that, I’m not paying anything. I could already see that Dana was
too gone to keep track of her finances. She was kneeling on her couch,
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Rachel sat on a log next to the campfire and glumly took stock of the situation.
It was Friday night. She was stuck at a campsite with her mother’s boyfriend,
the boyfriend’s brother-in-law and about a dozen boy scouts. Her mother had left
after getting a call on her cell phone indicating she had to get back to check
on her invalid mother. Rachel had wanted to return with her, but Hazel, her
mother had insisted she stay and have a good time.
Rachel didn’t see how it was possible to do both. She did not like Hazel’s
boyfriend, and liked the scout leader and the beaver patrol even less. Hazel
probably thought Rachel would be happy to have a group of boys her own age
around with no other girls, but these boys did not appeal to her. True some of
them were tall, muscular, and kind-of good looking, but from their comments she
did not think there was one in the group who could hold up his end of a
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Sorry for this taking so long folks. As I said work has kept me busy, but I also ran into a minor computer issue. It glitched and when it did, it erased several files this one being one of them. So I found myself having to start over again. Hopefully the extended wait has not been too much of a strain on some of you but finally as promised, here is the final chapter. Enjoy.

Watching as Andrea slowly curled onto her side in pain and humiliation, the three men stepped forward again. The leader crawling onto the bed. The second man standing on the bed at the headboard, as the third waited next to the bed.

“Come here slut, it is time for you to learn your second lesson.”

With her mind still buzzing from all it had endured, Andrea slowly lifts up and whimpers as she crawls to the leader. Her sore body protesting each movement, she finally crawls next to him. Her eyes glistening in tears as he looks her body over with dark intentions.

“Please, I have learned my lesson. I promise, I will do anything. Just please no more. Please let me don’t hurt me anymore.”

Her mind and will had finally broken at the thought of even more torture from the men. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of them doing this to her daughter. She knew that they saw the defeat on her face and in her eyes. Lowering her head, she admits it to them and to herself. Read the rest of free rape fantasy »

I awoke with, a hood of some sort over my eyes, my arms stretched taunt to either side and my legs secured to something rigid that kept me from closing them. I was secured in an upright position and I could feel I was quite naked, exposed, defenseless and very fearful. I had no idea who was in the room nor how many, I could only make out the scuff of feet and whispered male voices now and then.

My head throbbed and for some reason the drink the guy in the bar had given me stuck in my mind, he had been so engaging and witty, however walking out of the bar with him to get some fresh air when my head began to swim was the last thing I remembered. I had stopped in a non-cop bar for a drink and maybe some male company who weren’t cops. My unit had just come off an undercover drug bust and I craved company that weren’t cops. I never been in the bar before so no one knew I was a cop and soon I’d met a man called Nick.

“Hello? Anyone there? Nick?” I ventured in a questioning voice, “Is that you? Hey you better know I’m a cop and you’re all in trouble for this! Now the funs over! Release me and I’ll forget all about it!” Silence for a moment, no one answered and I twisted my wrists trying to loosen the bindings that held me, “HELLO DID YOU HEAR ME?” I cried again a lot louder this time.
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“Jess, you need to tell me the whole story” said Mary.

Mary has been my social worker for a month now. She is trying to help me get my life back on track. I ran away from home when I was fifteen. When I was sixteen I was gang raped and since then I realized my purpose in life. I am a cunt for sale; my pussy is a wet coin slot for all the older guys to fulfill their fantasies in. Now I’m on probation though and the courts are making me see this social worker to ‘fix’ me and my cunt.

“It’s my fucking story, o.k. I mean why do you think you have any right to know about my life?” I reply.

Mary sighs… “It is not for me it’s for you. It will help you”
“But I don’t want to be helped”
“Well, I’ll tell you what Jess, the court will have more compassion on you and it will be easier to get out of this if you tell me the full story of the rape. We need to know what you’ve been through to understand who you are.”
“Maybe I just don’t feel comfortable telling you”
“Why don’t you write it down instead? You will feel better and maybe the guys that did this will get charged, who knows huh?” Read the rest of fantasy rape erotica stories »