Author's Note: Sexual assault is a heinous and inexcusable crime. While I don't endorse it, I do acknowledge that many women, myself included, have "rape" fantasies, which are indeed separate and very different from actually being assaulted. This is one such fantasy; a fantasy about relinquishing control and responsibility for sexual desires. Please Enjoy.
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It had been nearly two weeks since my attacker had made his way inside my home and more specifically, inside of me. He had walked right through the open front door. There had been no forced entry, unless of course you considered his thick shaft deep inside of my pussy.
I couldn't quit thinking about the events of that breezy, sunny afternoon, as he took me, blindfolded and bound as I had lain down for a nap in my own bedroom. I hadn't told anyone about what happened. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I didn't want to be a victim, and I was angry, but there was a part of me, a part I wanted to deny, that felt gratified on some level.
I had taken to actually closing and locking the door as of late. I wasn't going to chance that happening to me again. I felt vulnerable as he had told me that he had been watching me and that he'd be back. I doubted he would come back though. It seemed like he'd be taking an awfully big risk to try that again.
Getting ready for bed late on a Sunday night I felt anxious and a bit frightened all alone in my secluded home. My roommate was on a surf trip in Baja and despite my initial reservations I had agreed to let him take my dog with him. My dog did love the beach and after a few teasing requests were made, I agreed to let him go. I wished that I hadn't, as I flipped off the light switch, crawled into bed and pulled the warm covers up over me.
My mind wandered again to the stranger as I lay quietly in bed. The words he had spoken to me, calling me a dirty slut, a whore; I shivered as I recalled what his voice had sounded like, his tone deep and powerful, assertive.
I thought of what I had said back to him in response, "Fuck Me....Fuck My Pussy... I need your cock in me" and sighed, feeling embarrassed at what he had gotten me to do and say.
I hadn't wanted that, right? Should I have resisted more?
I felt confused. Especially confused about the growing wetness between my legs as I replayed the events of that afternoon in my head; The feeling of his hard cock pressing up against my mouth, spurting his come all over my face and chest, his rough and calloused hands parting my thighs, parting my lips.
"Damn", I thought, as I wished I had a cock to play with right then. It was hot in my room. I threw the covers aside letting the slight breeze from my balcony door cool my hot skin.
I tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, thoughts of my rapist running through my head, unable to quiet my mind.
"That's it" I thought as I got out of bed in the darkness, opened the closet door and reached into a box, a box reserved for private things, out of the view of any who might enter my room.
I reclined onto the pillow and flicked the "on" switch. I felt and heard the familiar hum as the pink jelly cock sprung to life in my hands. I eased the tip of the buzzing cock over my lips outside of my thin cotton pajamas, teasing superficially. Shivers went up my spine as I felt the warm sensations moving throughout my pussy. The material of my cotton pants was so thin it was almost non-existent. I eased the vibrator up my stomach where it came to rest upon my breasts. My nipples, first one, then the other, protruded proudly from the constraints of my clingy tank top as the vibrations hummed them into erection. I moaned softy at the pleasure I was giving myself. I pulled my tank top down and pinched at my nipple, the other receiving the head of the buzzing cock enthusiastically.
I reached for my waist and drew my pajamas down past my knees, past my ankles, exposing my wet cunt to the gentle breeze from the balcony door, slightly ajar. I slipped my top over my head and it fell silently to the floor.
I played with my breasts, so round and full, my erect nipples begging for attention. I loved the way they felt in my own hands. I pinched and pulled at my hard nubs, delivering shockwaves of satisfaction that resonated in my clit.
As I moved the rubber dick to my opening, swirling my wetness around on my lips, I imagined my attacker's cock, the large bulbous head pushing against me, his thick, meaty shaft running up and down my clit making me squirm.
"Ahhh....", I moaned, as I began to push the cock inside of my cunt slowly.
It wasn't as thick as his cock had been, his girth enormous. God, I wished I had a real cock inside of me.
I pushed the jelly dick further inside of my pussy wanting to feel more of it penetrating me, as I twisted at my nipple, arching my back as I did.
I was getting so wet as I thought about the way he had pumped his shaft into me so roughly; he had let me feel every inch of his length as he had fucked me so hard, delivering his cock into my throbbing pussy, balls deep, over and over again.
I thrust the fake cock into my cunt with abandon now, working it in deep into the shuddering mouth of my pussy- my soft, wet lips gripping the shaft as I withdrew it only to plunge it back in deeper with each stroke.
I thought of him fucking me, his hands gripping my hips roughly, grabbing underneath at my ass savagely as he pummeled me with his big dick, forcing me take him all of the way inside.
Realizing that my fantasy was incomplete I reached for my eye-shade, wanting the darkness, the feeling of the band around my head, the smooth material covering my eyes, to take me back to the experience of him pumping me so furiously, ramming his cock into me.
I must not have heard the balcony door open, nor his footsteps as he made his way across the room to my bed, distracted by my fantasy, by the workout I was giving my swollen pussy.
"You started without me?", I heard, as I jumped, so startled by his presence in my room, reaching my hands up to pull away my eye shade, abandoning the rubber dick between my legs.
His strong hands caught me by the wrists as I reached for my mask, quickly placing cold manacles around them. I flushed with panic as I heard the metallic clicking sound of the restraints he had fastened on my wrists, my arms above my head.
"You like to play with your little pussy, don't you, slut?" he asked as he held my hands in place. "Well I like to watch", he added, as if an afterthought.
I was panting, my breathing shallow, partially from the fear he inspired in me, partially from the fucking I had been giving myself which he had just interrupted.
I must have turned scarlet as I felt the embarrassment of someone walking in on me, moaning and playing with my pussy. My embarrassment was quickly transforming into fear as he rubbed his calloused hands about my body, over my stomach, the tender skin of my upper thighs.
I heard the gentle hum of the vibrator, still engaged, and a moment later felt it pressing against my moist cunt lips as he traced it up and down my slit.
I groaned despite myself as my pussy quivered, the jelly dick taking on new life as it was administered at the hands of someone else.
"You like it, slut?", he questioned, his hand moving the vibrator against my slick inner walls, pushing it further inside of me. "You like it when I fuck you with this?"
