Alexis lay still, content to just be next to him for the moment. She had been with Michael for more than a year, and couldn't have been happier with where she was. Her eyes were closed, her face nuzzled against his firm chest, her black hair swept to one side. Michael gently rubbed her back, dragging his fingers along her shoulders and kissing her occasionally on the forehead. They had spent many nights together, but nothing had been quite like this one. She felt as if they had really connected, in a way they had never done before. She felt so close to him at that moment, so completely trusting, she wanted to open up to him completely.
"Can I ask you a question?" Michael whispered to her, still stroking her back.
"Of course," Alexis replied.
"I'm a little shy to say this...tonight was so incredible, I want to make you happy like that all the time."
"I feel the same way."
"I want to know how to do that...I need to know how to do that. How can I make sure that you enjoy yourself that much every time?"
"Just keep doing what you did, it was just perfect."
"I guess that's not what I mean. I'm just...embarrassed to ask, but I want to know..."
"What?" Alexis turned her neck up to face him, her eyes gazing up toward his head.
"Tell me about your fantasies. I want to make them all come alive for you."
At this, Alexis became embarrassed herself. She wanted to share everything with him, but she had never told anyone the truth about her favorite fantasy before. She had always made something up about watching her partner masturbate, or making love in the rain, but she was completely ashamed of her real fantasy.
She was a self-proclaimed feminist, and volunteered frequently at the local women's shelter. It was so wrong to want what she did and yet she found herself thinking of it all the time when she masturbated. But she trusted Michael, she felt connected to him, and she knew she could tell him the truth.
"Well, there is one fantasy in particular," Alexis said.
"Please, tell me. I just want to please you."
"I..." she hesitated.
"Please," he pleaded with her. She knew it was OK. She propped herself up on her shoulders to face him properly.
"I know it seems wrong, but I have always had a fantasy of being taken control of. I think it's just the idea of not having any say over what happens to me. It is a huge turn-on for me,"
Michael's face lit up. "That's not wrong at all," he said. "In fact, it's really hot."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I want to make this happen for you. I want you to just come forever, and this is something that I know I could enjoy too. I am going to do this for you."
Wow, Alexis thought. She had never expected him to support her this much. The idea of being fucked against her will was against everything she stood for, but the thought of him doing it to her made her wet almost immediately.
"I would love that," she said, "but I don't want to know the details. It ruins the surprise. I just want it to happen to me, when and how I least expect it."
"Don't worry, I know just what I want to do. I have been wanting to do it for some time. I know you will love it."
Alexis smiled and put her head back down on his chest. She had been so right to trust him, and now her fantasy was about to come true. She couldn't wait.
****
Weeks had passed, and still nothing. Alexis was beginning to think that he had forgotten all about it. Maybe he had thought about it more and been freaked out at the idea, but he didn't want to upset her by telling her the truth. She gave up hope that it would ever happen, and resigned herself to enjoying the incredible love making they shared almost every night. In fact, they had something planned for that very night. She had purchased a new pair of panties and a sexy black bra, and she couldn't wait to share it with him. She stopped at the grocery store on the way to his house to pick up his favorite foods for him.
Michael lived in his fraternity house on campus, but as a senior he had a room to himself and free reign over the kitchen. Alexis loaded her cart with chicken, pineapple, green peppers, onions and teriyaki sauce to cook up his favorite stir-fry.
She pulled up to his house and checked her face in the mirror one last time before grabbing the bag and heading inside.
"Hello?" she asked upon entering the house. The door was nearly always unlocked and all of the brothers knew who she was, so none of them questioned her presence.
"Hey baby," called Michael's voice from the next room. He walked into the foyer and kissed her on the cheek. "You brought me dinner?"
"Of course," she said as he took the bag from her hand.
The couple walked into the kitchen where Michael got out some rice and olive oil. Alexis turned on the stove and set about cutting up the chicken and vegetables. She was just about to throw them in the pan with the oil when she felt a pair of arms grab her hands roughly and pull them behind her back.
"Not one word," said a voice in her ear. Alexis felt a quiver of fear; the voice wasn't Michael's.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her terror was evident in her voice despite her attempt to keep calm. How could he have gotten in the house? Where had Michael gone?
The arms tightened their grip on her hands as the man behind her licked her neck, pushing her pelvis into the stove. Alexis was speechless. She tried to wriggle away but it was no use. Her hands were bound so tightly she felt as if his hands had already rubbed her wrists raw.
"I'm turning you around now," the man said behind her, "and you better do exactly as I say."
The man whirled Alexis around and stuck his tongue down her throat before she had a chance to catch a glimpse of him. She knew there was something familiar in his voice, but she couldn't place it. He pushed into her with his tongue, running it along her teeth and nearly strangling her with it. She just stood there, taking it, her head spinning wildly. What was he going to do with her?
He pulled out of her mouth just a bit, just enough to free his lips. "Kiss me back, unless you want me to tie you up and make you."
Alexis hesitated when he began kissing her again. She didn't want to, but she had been trained to tell women that the most important thing was surviving, and one of the easiest ways to survive was to comply. Maybe if she just kissed him back she could get away later, or Michael would come back in time to save her. She returned his kiss, first slowly, then viciously at his prompting.
"Good girl," he said, releasing her from his grip and patting her on the ass. "Now you can be rewarded with what you really want."
The man backed away from her face and she was finally able to get a good look at him. He had short blond hair, a military cut, and a thin layer of stubble on his face. She recognized him at once.
"James?" she stammered at once. It was Michael's fraternity brother, his best friend. She had spent a lot of time with him, especially when he was dating one of her roommates. Why would he be doing this to her now, violating her in such a horrible way?
"That's right. Michael told me all about your little fantasy. When he said what you wanted...I volunteered right away. I have been waiting to get inside that tight little cunt of yours for some time now."
Alexis didn't know what to say. He had volunteered? But that meant...with a look of shock, Alexis looked over James' shoulder where she saw Michael standing there.
"Baby, I wanted to do this for you," he said. "I wanted to make this happen."
"Please," she said, "please, not like this!" The lump in her throat was growing larger with each moment. She didn't know what was going to happen. She hoped that the worst had passed, that Michael would sweep her in his arms when he realized that this was not the fantasy she wanted. She wanted it to be him, a man she knew she could trust, a man that she knew would fulfill her and stop if it got to be too much.
"I know what you want," Michael said. "You can't convince me you don't want this. It's all part of the act, I know it. I'm going to leave you now, and when they're done I want you to come upstairs to me so I can ravage you again."
Alexis called after Michael, but he walked away. She had to get out but she didn't know how. Then the full impact of what he had said hit her. They?! Oh god, there was more than one!
"Please, James, please, you don't understand, I really can't do this. Don't do this. This isn't what I want!"
"You can't fool me, I know all about you. I see the way you walk around this house, letting yourself in like you belong here. Well its time you paid your rent."
James pushed her forward toward the island counter in the center of the kitchen. He pushed her hard against it, tightening his grip on her wrists and twisting her arms. As he grabbed her breasts roughly from behind, Alexis saw another man approaching, one of the new brothers, a man named Seth.
Seth came up to her side and groped her ass. "James and I are going to fuck you now, just like you wanted. And there's not a damn thing you can do about."
Alexis's eyes flickered around the room, trying to find anything to use to get out of it. That's when she saw it. The knife she had been using to chop dinner, lying on the counter in front of her. She made a slight gesture toward it, but as she did she felt James' grip on her breasts tighten.
"Don't even think about it," he said. "We are too strong for you. Just try it, and you'll see what we do to you."
She knew he was right. Seth wrestled in high school, and James went to the gym religiously. She was stuck. There was no way out.
James pushed her down again, bending her over the counter. She let out a whimper of protest as he slid his hands up her shirt, moving underneath her bra immediately and pinching her nipples hard.
"Fuck you have great tits," he said.
As James played with her breasts, Seth bent down and knelt in front of her. He grabbed her bare thigh in his hand, moving it up and down her leg. He got closer and closer to her panties, until his fingers finally grazed her slit.
"Well well well," Seth said. "Short skirt and a black thong. You are just begging for it, aren't you?"
With that he pulled her panties down and shoved a finger inside her. He didn't even bother to take off her skirt. Alexis reddened with embarrassment. James's kiss, his hands on her breasts, the rough way he played with her...it had all spurred a strong physical response in her.
