This story involves grooming, deception, threat of violence, coercion and non-consensual sex. The story doesn't condone any of these in any circumstances. Please do not read this story if these issues are likely to upset or offend you.
I quite literally asked for it. He besotted me. He (Jed) had been the stud of the school, captain of the football team, every girls dream date. He was a year older than me and had left school the previous year. He didn't have exactly an impeccable reputation, but young and with limited experience of dating and sex I thought I would be able to change him. I didn't lose my cherry to him but when we first had sex it was unlike anything I had experienced or even dreamed possible. He was interested in what I was feeling and he made sure I was feeling wonderful. That first time he brought me to orgasm before putting his beautiful cock in me. I experienced two orgasm before he had one and a third soon after.
What I didn't know was that everything we did in his bedroom he recorded on more than one camera. We talked lots during these sessions in his room with him asking me what I liked and didn't like. He seemed to care and our conversations led to us experimenting with lots of stuff I had not know about. The thing most relevant to this story was his interest in bondage. He did not freak me out by suggesting tying me up but introduced me to it by getting me to tie him up. He suggested some of the things I could do to him when he was tied up and helpless. I enjoyed the two sessions we had with him tied but I admitted that I preferred it when he was in charge. He had got me where he wanted me to be, asking him to tie me up and dominate me.
He played it cool pretending to be doing this for me, to fulfill my wishes. It was the best sex I had ever experienced. He tied me tight and blindfolded me. I did not know what to expect but he teased me slowly building me towards my first orgasm of the evening before stopping nearly all contact. I pleaded with him but he brought me close time and time again. He seemed to know my body better than I did, as twice I thought nothing would prevent me from cumming before he left me hanging on the very edge.
At this stage he had not entered my needy body with his prick, only his fingers and his tongue. For the first time he played with my bottom something he had not done before. Some of the things touching me and eventually going inside me I could not recognize. The uncertainty was unsettling and scared me a little. It was this fear that seemed to be exciting me more than ever before. He was talking to me throughout this time and asking me lots of questions. One question I particularly remember was
"Does having no control what is done to your body excite you Gemma?"
I admitted that it did and that I wanted him to do anything he wanted to me without warning me. He asked me whether imagining that his friends were in the room watching me would add to my excitement. I knew they were not but the image of them being in there watching was so powerful that with almost no contact I came so hard I felt in danger of passing out. He untied me and we had exciting but reasonably conventional sex with him cumming triggered by my second cum of the evening.
Instinctively I realized that what had happened was important to him. We did have anal sex for the first time a couple of days after that night. It was not the most enjoyable sex for me but it did seem very exciting for him.
It was not long before we had further bondage sessions. It was now taken for granted that it would be me tied up and blindfolded. That was fine by me as the sex and the orgasms were very special. He always teased me to screaming point while I was tied up. He would always talk about the most extreme sexual acts we ever spoke of while I was the most aroused. Most alarming was that he got me to admit to a fantasy I had barely ever admitted to myself. I knew it was silly but I admitted to fantasizing about being raped. I quickly qualified this by saying that I did not want it to actually happen it was only something that I fantasized about while I masturbated.
After this particular evening he teased me gently about my fantasy and got me to elaborate further about it. Was there more than one man, did he/they use force me, did I orgasm in my fantasy. When we were with are large group of friends at a summer party he raised the fact that some girls fantasized about being raped. He did not embarrass me by saying I had the fantasy but did get me to admit that I knew of girls who did. This caused lots of discussion and even some arguments from the girls. One girl stunned me by saying it was a very strong fantasy for her and even thinking about it had got her aroused. I noticed she was the center of attention for the rest of the evening.
When we did have bondage sessions he always teased me about my fantasy and said that maybe one day he would make sure I got the chance to experience it. I thought this was just part of our bondage game but still ensured that he knew it was only a fantasy for me and not something I wanted to happen. He had now started to put headphones on me at the end of these sessions.
Looking back he had been very carefully and cunningly setting me up. We had been going out (well having sex) for four months when I was told that he was seen out with a girl who I vaguely knew. I challenged him on it and was less than convinced by his denial. From that time on we were never as close as before. I was now having to work to get quality time with him and our sex, that was still wonderful, was less often. I was sure he was cheating on me. Again I confronted him and we arranged to have a making up session at his house the next night.
I sensed that things were not quite right, or at least not the same as before. We did not have our usual discussion about what we would do sexually. He made it clear that bondage was what he wanted and feeling vulnerable I agreed without question. I was very quickly tied tight spread-eagled on the bed with the usual blindfold but unusually with the headphones in place from the start. This time the headphones allowed him to talk to me but blocked out all other noise. It did seem a strange change.
He informed me, through the headphones, that tonight I was going to have my fantasy fulfilled. He didn't need to tell me which of the handful of my fantasies I had shared with him he was referring to. He said he was going to set up the fantasy but it was a couple of minutes before he spoke again. He said that tonight I was going to be raped by him and two of his friends. He then added that of course it would not be rape as I would only be living out my fantasy that I had so clearly told him about.
At this stage I was very frightened but uncertain what was about to take place. I thought there was every chance that he was just ramping up my excitement by making the fantasy feel almost real. I was completely helpless, naked, aroused and possibly being watched by three men, two of them almost strangers. I tested the bindings in a vain hope that I could struggle free. He then explained my options. I could refuse and I would be raped as many times as three men were capable of in an evening, secured as I was now. Or I could be released if I promised to comply with every demand of all three of the men.
This was not as I had fantasized. If I remained tied up, and he carried out his threat, I would at least be able to believe I was resisting but there would be much of my fantasy missing. My decision was to face my rapist and challenge them. It scared me but my whole body was buzzing like never before. I suspected by now that I had no real choice, these men were going to fuck me. It might be kind of giving them permission but they would be raping me.
"If you have the fucking bottle take these ties off me and rape me. Be under no illusion you will be raping me, as I am not giving anybody any consent."
When I was able to see again there were two complete strangers and Jed all of whom were naked. The other two were older than us and were taking the lead. They were aggressive and demanding of me straight away. One demanded that I look him straight in the face and as I did so slapped me hard across it. He then took hold of both of my nipples and again demanded that I kept looking at him. He was rough as he rolled pinched and pulled them. As he did so he held my gaze that I struggled to maintain. I was confused as the pain in my nipples was exciting rather than disturbing. I must have given this away in my eyes as he announced.
