*Warning: Contains graphic sexual violence. Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. But as adults, we should realize that there is a difference between fantasy rape and real rape. Below is one of my fantasies.
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I am a university professor and am neither young nor thin. A short time ago I was a star in the academic world, but now my life is no longer my own. I ran afoul of an unscrumptious man. How it happened doesn't really matter? I have to do what he says, or he'll ruin my life. One day I might tell you how he forces me to obey. Then again, I might not. I don't know his real name. He makes me call him Master. I've heard others refer to him as Rose Man. I've never met him in person, but he forces me to answer Skype calls from him in which he has me take off my clothes and perform for him. These performances usually involve pain and always humiliation. I thought this was bad enough, but a week ago he raised the stakes higher.
Just before my Master hung up last Wednesday, he leered at me with the glint in his eye he always has when I am in pain. He talked to my tits, as he always did. "You fucking whore," he always calls me degraded names, never Lilith, but then I doubt I'd like to hear my name from his lips. "I'm sick of all your complaining, so I've planned a surprise for you. In half an hour, Phi Omega Delta will show up at your front door." Phi Omega Delta was a small fraternity on the campus where I taught. It was one of the few interracial fraternities in this backward portion of the South. "They're expecting a good time. You will suck the cock of every single one of them, and if I don't hear what a good time you showed every last one of them, I'll make you pay.
My Master had threatened to send young college students to have sex with me before, but nothing had ever come of it, so I didn't take his threat seriously. I thought he was merely trying to scare and humiliated me. I didn't give him the satisfaction of begging him not to.
But either he lied to me about them arriving in a half hour, or they decided to come early. No more than 10 minutes after he hung up while I was still lying on the couch holding my tits to soothe them from the beating he'd made me give them, my front door opened and a bunch of young men—about even mixed between black and white--poured into my house. I didn't have my front door locked, and they didn't even bother to knock. I'm not sure how many of them there were because the way they used me never really gave me the chance to count, but it seemed like there were at least a dozen of them. None of them ever gave their names. A young black man who seemed to be their leader, probably the president of the fraternity, pulled me off the couch and squeezed my sore tits hard. "The Rose Man sent us," he said.
"Ouch, please," I said, but no one listened, and soon there were hands everywhere: fondling my tits, my ass, my cunt. Fingers were shoved up my cunt and in my ass. Oh my god, I was never sure how many of them had their hands on me at the same time or how long this went on. It may only have been a few minutes, but I thought it seemed endless until what came next lasted so much longer.
At some point I found myself down on my knees with the president's crotch right in my face. "Rose Man told us that you're a cock sucking whore with a special fondness for young cock. Now, slut you are going to suck my cock, and then you'll suck the cock of everyone of my brothers. You will swallow every drop of cum. If you let even a drop spill from your mouth, whore, I'll say you aren't being grateful for all the young cock we took so much time to bring to you. After we're through with you, we'll load your stinky worthless cunt in our van and take your naked dirty ass to the boys at Alpha Zeta Delta. I think there's about a hundred of them, aren't there boys?"
The young men gathered around me laughed. From the look on the president's face, I could tell he was serious and that if I didn't please them, that is exactly what they'd do to me.
"Please, I—"
