The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is part four of a story that deals with several concepts that some people may find uncomfortable such as: forced pleasure, control over another person, sexual power play, and non-consent. There is no physical abuse, unwanted pain, or violence involved but if you are uncomfortable with the premise of non-consent in a fantasy then please consider reading another story instead of this one. Also remember that in real life, rape and non-consensual sex are wrong. This story is FICTION and does not condone the actions of the characters in real life situations. Again, this is a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
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Sara felt her right wrist being locked into manacles above her head.
"Ohgod! No please!"
The room was so dimly lit that she couldn't even tell who was chaining her up.
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Sara waited helplessly as her left wrist was now also secured in restraints.
"Please, no! Don't do this to me!"
Completely powerless to prevent what was getting ready to happen, Sara's eyes went wide as a ball gag was being placed around her mouth from someone behind her.
"MMMMMM!!!!!" Sara struggled uselessly, shaking her head 'no' as her lovely child-like voice was muffled.
"MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed through her gag as a soft cloth was placed around her head, covering those gorgeous blue eyes.
"Ohgod, no!" Sara's mind cried out. "I'm going to be raped! Please, not again!"
Before she finished her thought, Sara felt several pairs of soft hands begin to touch her body all over.
"Ohmygod!" Sara yanked on the manacle chains in a futile attempt to break free. She couldn't see who was molesting her, or how many people were there, but she could definitely feel their hands roaming all over her clothes, undoing a button, pulling down a zipper, tugging her skirt, unhooking her bra.
"No, oh please no," Sara whimpered to herself as she was being stripped, her clothes discarded as the roaming hands caressed her gorgeous trembling body.
As she felt her soft lace panties slide down her legs and disappear, Sara could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of what she knew was coming.
"No," Sara struggled as the soft unknown hands began to explore her most intimate places. "This can't be happening."
Sara shivered as roaming hands reached around from behind her back and took hold of her perky tits, massaging them while gently pinching her sensitive erect nipples.
"MMMMMMM!!!!!" Sara squealed as she felt another hand glide between her legs and begin stroking her clit in small circular motions.
Sara's little pleasure nub was throbbing with desire for attention, sensitive to the slightest touch, and right now, some unknown person was torturing it with every tiny circular movement of his...or her...fingertips. Who was touching the most intimate part of her body? How many other people were there watching? How far was this going to go?
Then, two pairs of hands each took one of Sara's ankles and spread her toned dancer's legs as wide as they would go, holding them apart in a full split, suspending the young lady in mid-air with her arms chained above her head.
"Ohmygod..." Sara's mind raced with thoughts of what these unknown people were going to do to her, the circular motions on her clit a constant reminder that she was being sexually defeated. Restrained with her legs held wide open, Sara's pussy was completely on display, and vulnerable. She shivered as another unknown person parted Sara's labia and slid two fingers inside her pussy.
"MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed through her gag as the fingers inside her began to jackhammer her young wet pussy, all while her clit was still being relentlessly tortured.
"MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!" The sound of Sara's muffled screams nearly drowned out the squelching noises from her soaked cunt.
"MMMMM!!!!!!!! MMMMM!!!!!!!!! MMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!" It was too much for the young dancer. Sara could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as a series of rolling orgasms began to overtake her. She felt the liquid desperately trying to escape her twitching and trembling body.
"OOOHHHHHH!!!!! FFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!!!" Sara's muffled voice screamed as she came hard, her pussy exploding with liquid that squirted everywhere.
With her legs being held wide open in a split position, and her wrists in manacles above her head, Sara's pussy was completely available to anyone who wanted to rape her...and that thought turned her on more than anything else.
"Ohmygod! No...please no!" Sara's mind raced as she felt a pair of hands take hold of her hips and guide her soaked pussy towards something that felt very, very hard.
"Ohgod, this is it!" Sara panicked as she felt what could only be the tip of a massive, rock hard cock touching the entrance to her love canal.
"OH NO! HE'S RAPING MEEEEEEE..." The swollen lips of Sara's young pussy opened beautifully as the entire length of the large cock slid perfectly into her. Sara's depths welcomed the eager shaft that was going to defile her. The wetness of Sara's cunt was going to make her easy to fuck, and as she felt the unknown man begin to thrust back and forth into her, she realized that her latest rape had just begun...
...and that was when Sara woke up.
Bolting upright in her bed, Sara's breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing as the image in her mind began to fade.
The young woman placed her hand on her forehead.
"Mygod, that was intense," she said to no one in particular, looking around her bedroom to reassure herself of where she was.
"I wonder what Doctor Boone would say to me about having a dream like that..."
Noticing the time, Sara got out from under the soft silk sheets of her bed and headed for the shower, trying to clear her mind for the lecture she was scheduled to do today.
The local university occasionally asked Sara to guest lecture their digital marketing and web design classes. It was something Sara really enjoyed doing and was flattered when her supervisor selected her.
Angie was a great person to work for at the company. She was assertive, confident, and a lot of fun to be around. Sara's working relationship with Angie was fairly casual, and the two of them would have lunch or coffee together often...sometimes a glass of wine after a long week.
Not to mention, Angie was beautiful. With long, fiery red hair that curled naturally, lovely blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile, she was a knockout. Heads literally turned when she walked by.
Angie had always shown confidence in her employee, and Sara didn't ever want to disappoint her.
The sound of the shower being turned on brought Sara back to where she was.
"Come on girl," Sara reminded herself as she got into the shower. "I need to focus on this university presentation."
As the warm water of the shower cascaded over Sara's beautiful body however, her thoughts kept going back to the intense dream she had just experienced.
"Why am I having dreams about being raped?" Sara questioned in her mind.
It was more than that though.
"Why am I getting so turned on at the thought of being raped?"
Sara didn't realize it, but her right hand had subconsciously moved between her legs. Her mind began replaying the dream in her thoughts...the restraints, the ball gag, the blindfold...
