Please note: this isn't really a non-consensual story, as will become clear as you read it. All the same, it plays into the same kinks and so seems best placed in this category. If you want something less consensual, try Bargaining for Survival.
"I want to be forced to fuck a group of anonymous men."
"You mean you want to be gang raped?"
"No. I mean, looking from the outside it would look like that. But I would have given my permission, so it wouldn't be rape."
"Okay, I'm intrigued. Tell me more."
"It might start with me being kidnapped. I'd be bundled into a van whilst walking on the streets of our city. I'd be blindfolded and gagged and maybe molested whilst in the van. But then the van would arrive at a destination. I would be stripped and tied down to a table. Then men would take me."
"How many men?"
"The more the better. I'd be tied to the table all night - perhaps at a party where there are exclusive guests. I'd be blindfolded all evening and would lose count of the number of men who were cumming in and all over me. Maybe 20. Maybe 50. I don't know. The main thing is that I would have no control over it; no control over the number of men, over how they fuck me, over how long it lasts, or over when each man fucks me."
"Holy shit, that's hot. Is this just a fantasy, or would you want it to become true?"
"Oh no, just a fantasy. Obviously I am faithful to you."
"But what about if you were single? Would you do it then?"
"I don't know. I would want to...if I was single perhaps I would...but I don't think I could keep myself safe."
"What about if I gave you permission and was there to protect you?"
(Long, long pause)
"I mean...would you do that? Wouldn't you get jealous?"
(Another long pause. Suddenly this conversation has taken on a more serious tone.)
"I don't think so. If the men were purely anonymous, I think I would find it hugely erotic to see you giving yourself over fully to raw sexuality. As long as it was just sex, no emotional attachments, and I got to fuck you afterwards, I'd love it. And of course you could use our safe word if you needed me to get you out of a situation that was too much."
"I love you for the way you said that. Mmmm...you've made my fantasy so much hotter, thank you. I'm imagining all this happening with you there to protect me, to watch over me, and to help me escape if I needed it. It makes my fantasy even better; before, I just couldn't imagine actually doing it in a way that would keep me feeling safe, and that nagging thought got in the way of my imagination running wild. Now I can imagine you standing over me, protecting me as I get fucked all night by strangers. Damn, I love you."
"So...just a fantasy? Or would you like it to happen for real?"
"You're serious, aren't you? Fine, then, I'll bite. The way you describe it? That I'd like to do for real. But of course it's not possible, is it?"
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Almost as soon as that conversation ended, Greg started daydreaming about bringing Julia's fantasy to life. At first, he agreed with her parting comment that it wouldn't be possible to do this for real. Still, it made the fantasy that much more of a turn on that he knew she would like it to come true, with him as her protector.
It made him feel powerful, and on their monthly kink nights he started to play around with the fantasy as a role-play; tying her up, blindfolded, and pretending to be a succession of strangers invading her pussy.
The speed and ferocity with which Julia came in those role-plays told Greg that she was enjoying the possibility of this becoming real just as much as he was.
It wasn't until a friend of Greg's mentioned 'Liberation', the new sex-positive club in their home city, that his plan really clicked into place. A quick skim of the Liberation website, and Greg was convinced that this was the place where Julia could live out her fantasies for real. As his excitement started to build, a plan started to take shape in his head.
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Julia and Greg made sure they had a date night once every week, where they focused on connecting with each other. Over the course of their relationship, they had both gradually dropped most of their inhibitions, and both had admitted to each other how sexual they were. As time went on, Julia started to share her fantasies in more detail, which was where the conversation about being forced into an apparent gang rape had emerged.
In turn, Greg had been open about his desire to exhibit Julia's body for strangers to lust after. Both loved the freedom and intimacy of sharing these deep desires with each other, without judgement.
As time went on, Greg suggested (and Julia agreed) that once a month their date nights should become kink nights, where she relinquished control to him. They wrote a contract together that rewarded her for how much control she gave over to him; at first they took baby steps, checking in regularly with each other that this was what they wanted.
But as Greg settled into the role of master and Julia of slave, it became clear how much they both loved these monthly nights, and each became more adventurous and more sure of the other's consent. A few days before each kink night, Greg would message Julia with a simple 'How adventurous are you feeling this month? xxxx' along with a link to their agreed contract.
Julia would respond with a single digit from 0-5, indicating a specific set of permissions within the contract, with 0 opting out entirely, and 5 giving over complete control, with no rules whatsoever.
