ROLE PLAYING 23 FORCED ENTRY
This is a story about a rape fantasy.
As told in previous stories, my wife and I do role playing, where we pretend to be someone else and engage in sexual practices that we fantasize about but would not do. This was one my wife asked for.
The woman (my wife) was late getting home from a planning meeting for her favorite charity. She'd gone to the meeting after work so she was still wearing her business attire, a pleated skirt that fell below her knees, a buttoned long-sleeved, white blouse with a sleeveless vest, and high heels with stockings on her legs. She pulled into the driveway. She'd told her husband she would be late and since he had to be to work early the next day, she expected him to be in bed. She was exhausted and looked forward to a nice cup of tea and then a good night's sleep. It was pleasantly cool outside, there was a heavy dew which was forming pockets of fog. She looked at her watch. It was after midnight. She'd stayed and chatted with her friends a bit too long and had joined them in a drink, which turned into two drinks, in the hotel bar.
She parked her car in the driveway and stepped out of the door with her purse and her keys. She pushed the button on her car remote to lock the doors, and turned to go into the house. Her house keys were in her hand and she was looking to get the right one.
Suddenly, an arm reached around her and a hand covered her mouth. The glove on the hand was smeared with some pungent substance that overwhelmed her sense of smell. It happened so quickly that she had no time to react. Another hand, holding a knife, waved in front of her face. The hand around her neck tightened its grip. She dropped her keys and her purse and struggled to get free.
She heard a man's voice say, "Just do as you're told and you won't get hurt." The voice was muffled in some way, but she could understand what was being said. The man was bigger than her and stronger. He seemed to be a bit taller and much stronger than her husband. She thought of struggling more, but was afraid of the knife. She couldn't see the man's face; he was wearing a ski mask. The hand with the knife reached under her armpit while the man's other arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled her backwards, over the lawn, toward the side of the house. One of her high heels broke and both shoes fell off in the grass. The stranger dragged her around the house toward the back yard. She decided to not resist but hoping there would be an opportunity to escape. She hoped her husband was still awake inside the house and would rescue her. Her hopes faded as they reached the back yard. The yard faced a wooded area and he wrestled her down the slope. There were neighboring houses, but they were all dark. She knew the neighbors went to bed early. She thought of screaming, but wondered if anyone would even hear her and the stranger had his hand on her throat, choking her. She wondered if her voice was being impaired by the strangle hold.
When he released her, she tried to speak, but only croaked as she tried to regain her composure. The stranger twisted her shoulders and she fell to the ground. Her vest was pulled off and the stranger put his strong hands between the button-gap in her blouse. He pulled her blouse apart; the buttons popped off, exposing her bra. The stranger was on top of her and roughly pulled her bra up and over her head. She was on the ground, face down with her arms outstretched. Her blouse and bra were pulled away and thrown to the side. Her breasts were wedged into the damp grass. The stranger had his knee in the small of her back so she couldn't move. She felt the knife cutting through the belt that held her skirt and then through the waistband of the skirt itself. Any hope of escaping had vanished. She knew she was about to be raped. Something in her groin stirred. She was scared, but realized there was arousal too.
The knife continued to cut away the skirt and it ripped further. When the stranger stood and pulled at her skirt and her panties, she saw an opportunity to escape. She didn't resist him stripping her, planning to escape once her legs were free. She rolled to her side and stood up, only to be tackled to the ground by her assailant. Now naked except for her stockings, she was face down again in the grass with the stranger holding her arms in chicken-wing holds, while straddling her hips. She had barely gotten a look at him with the ski mask and a large sweatshirt hiding most of his features. He wore boots on his feet and blue-jeans. She looked for something distinctive to remember that might help catch the guy.
She sensed him undoing his pants and then felt the hardness of the man's naked prick against her bare ass. The man had an erection and he was pushing to get it between her legs. She resisted, but it was futile. The man's penis slid between her upper thighs and the tip touched her pussy, stimulating more of that aroused feeling in her crotch. There was real danger, but the fantasy of being taken against her will had been one of her deeply held secrets. She was gasping for breath and had forgotten that his hand was no longer covering her mouth. She tried to scream, but it was a hoarse croak. With the exception of his cock, the man was fully clothed; his arms were covered, there were gloves on his hand and he wore a ski mask over his head.
The man grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as his penis continued its probe. The penis found it's mark and slid into her vagina. The rigid member pushed the lips of her vagina open and slid fully into her. She realized that she was wet down there, an involuntary reaction to the cock stimulating her vagina. It was sliding back and forth easily. He was rocking back and forth, relishing his conquest. She was being raped in her back yard, with her neighbors and her husband sound asleep only a few yards away. The man was not in a hurry. She reflected that he was not hurting her. He was fucking her, but it didn't hurt. The feeling of having a cock in her vagina was a familiar. She resolved to 'lie back and enjoy it."
Her assailant said, "I've been watching you for weeks, wanting to get my dick inside that tight cunt of yours."
She grunted, asking, "Who are you?"
He said, "Oh, you don't need to know my name. Does my cock feel good inside your married, high-society cunt?"
She just grunted, not wanting to provoke him. He was raping her. What was done was done. She wanted to get it over with, but the stranger was not in a hurry.
"You're nice and wet down there. I know you are enjoying this as much as I am."
She said, "That's not true. Do what you have to do and get off me."
He commanded, "Get up on your knees, so I can fuck you like a dog."
She complied and found herself on her hands and knees with her assailant ramming his cock into her from behind. She had a moment to look around at the dark damp landscape and again realized that the man was not hurting her. His cock was actually arousing her. His hands were fondling her sensitive breasts.
"How do you like that, bitch?" he asked.
She decided to insult him and said, "I can't even feel it, are you fucking me or is that just your finger?"
He stood and humped his cock into her forcefully, slapping his pelvis into her ass. Then, he pushed her face down in the grass and rammed his cock deeply inside her, trying to go as deeply as he could. He seemed was obsessed with taking all of her.
He stopped moving and she felt his semen spurt into her vagina. She was not using birth control, her husband had been snipped, so the man's sperm had a possibility of scoring a hit and impregnating her.
He knew it, "Feel my cum shooting into your unprotected cunt? I know you're not on the pill. I've been in your bedroom and see what pills you take."
She wondered how this man knew so much and shuddered at the level of violation involved. He knew her life, had plotted to attack her and now he was fucking her. Who was he, and what did he know?
With his ejaculation, she hoped that her ordeal was over. She laid still, expecting her 'new friend' to get up and leave. He didn't.
"I'm going to fuck all your holes." He said. "I can fuck you all night long if I want. Your old man is asleep. His wife is being raped outside his bedroom window and he's sleeping like a pussy. It's too bad he isn't awake. I'd like him to watch me fuck you."
