The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the part seven finale 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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A week at the beach was exactly what Sara needed. Her supervisor, Angie, owned a beach house that she liked to use for a getaway from time to time. Now that Sara and Angie were engaged, the two thought it would be wonderful to go there together for a holiday.
Sara and Angie had known each other since college, but they had only gotten together a few months ago. In fact, Sara never realized she was sexually attracted to women as well as men, that is until Angie raped her...twice.
Sara knew it was an unusual way to begin a relationship, but in her world, it made sense.
Sara had been raped back in college by two guys at a fraternity party, and for years she had carried the guilt of not only being violated, but she felt ashamed that she had experienced pleasure during the forced fucking.
Now in her mid-20s, Sara discovered that she was really turned on by the idea of being taken against her will. Through her therapist, Doctor Boone, Sara had been conditioned to actually experience her rape fantasies in real life without having the feelings of shame or guilt that usually came with any non-consensual experience. As long as Sara found her rapist sexually attractive, her body had been conditioned to become extremely horny, highly sensitive to any sexual touch, and give her amazing orgasmic pleasure without the guilt.
The more she said "no", the more aroused she became.
Since then, Sara had been raped many times by friends, college students, co-workers, even Doctor Boone himself.
Then there was Angie, her college friend, and for the past few years, her supervisor at work. Angie had always been into girls, and had a massive crush on Sara back in college, but didn't think she was interested in being with a woman.
So, when Angie found out about Sara's conditioning from Doctor Boone's patient files, she was determined to see if she would be able to activate her employee's conditioning and rape her.
She could, and she did...first by herself at a party, and then again after three of Sara's coworkers had raped her mouth, her pussy, and her ass all at the same time. Just like that, Sara became her supervisor's fuck doll.
Over the next several weeks, Sara was the office rape toy. To everyone's amazement, she loved being taken at work. Sara came to the office each day not knowing who was planning to fuck her, or how. She just knew that it was going to be by force, and that she would come hard over and over again every single time she was raped. Sara wasn't even sure if she could call it rape anymore, because she actually wanted to be treated this way. She didn't want to have any choice in how she was fucked...or when...or by whom.
Sara especially loved it when her coworkers raped her one after another. One minute, she would be bent over her own desk and fucked hard from behind until she was panting in exhaustion, and then, before she could catch her breath, there was already another cock pushing inside her.
Sara had started carrying a ball gag in her purse so whoever was raping her at the time could keep her from screaming too loud and disturbing everyone else. There were also several places throughout the office building were restraints were hidden away whenever someone wanted to tie Sara down as she was being fucked out of her mind.
Sara's very favorite thing to do though, was when Angie took her into her office, tied her down to her desk with her flexible legs in a mid-air split, and had the helpless Sara make phone calls to clients while Angle went down on her pussy. It drove Sara insane every single time as she squirmed and writhed on the desk, trying to sound professional on the phone while having orgasm after squirting orgasm.
That was all months ago, and since then, Angie and Sara had fallen deeply in love with each other.
When it became obvious that their relationship was getting serious, Angie planned a final office fucking session for Sara where Arthur, Everett, and Paul could do anything they wanted to her before she became off limits to them. The guys gave her a fantastic sendoff, and it took the thrice raped Sara several days to recover afterwards.
Sara and Angie got engaged the following week.
Over the next few months, Sara had been raped exclusively by Angie on many occasions. She loved having her conditioning activated and then being taken. Rough, gentle, torturous, passionate, degrading, or loving. It didn't matter. Sara enjoyed being the submissive one in the relationship, and loved that Angie helped her live out her rape fantasies again and again.
Now, the two of them were sitting together on the private beach in front of Angie's house watching the ocean as they began talking about their wedding plans. Angie was in a tiny white string bikini and adorable little Keds shoes with her bouncy ginger curls pinned up in a ponytail. Sara was wearing a short denim miniskirt with a white short-sleeve cotton top that showed the curves of her breasts perfectly. Her hair was loose and bouncing on her shoulders while her shoes lay off to the side.
"I love this place, Angie," Sara said in complete contentment, "I wonder if we could have the wedding here on the beach."
"I love that idea!" Angie flashed her beautiful smile, "it's so private and peaceful, there's no one around for miles..."
Sara took a deep cleansing breath.
"Mmmmm, it's so lovely here."
Angie cocked her head to one side.
"It would be a nice place for a family too..."
Sara smiled.
"You know, I've thought about that. I'd love to have a baby at some point. I actually know someone that can help us adopt."
Unable to resist Sara's gorgeous blue eyes as she talked so excitedly about having a family with her, Angie closed her eyes and leaned in to gently kiss Sara's beautiful mouth.
Sara responded, closing her eyes and parting her soft lips as Angie placed her hand on her girlfriend's inner thigh.
Sara shivered as Angie's hand moved slowly up her thigh into the beautiful girl's mini-skirt. Sara loved knowing that Angie's touch could still have that much of an effect on her.
"Ohhhh..." Sara sighed in complete pleasure as she felt Angie's hand firmly rubbing her pussy through her white lace panties.
"Ohhhhhhhgooddd..." Sara moaned as she laid her head back, the sensations of sexual pleasure overtaking her. It felt so wonderful to be completely in love, especially with a woman as beautiful as Angie.
The ginger girl teased Sara with light, gentle kisses all over her face, blowing softly into her ear and stroking her pussy methodically through the thin fabric. She had Sara absolutely swooning, and her conditioning hadn't even been activated.
"This feels so wonderful," Sara thought to herself as jolts of pleasure sparked through her highly sensitized body "she makes me want to surrender myself to her...to give her everything."
Communicating with only her hypnotic blue eyes, Sara leaned back on their beach blanket and sighed in contentment, stretching her arms out wide.
"Mmmmm, Angie..." Sara cooed, her breasts rising and falling beautifully, "please love me."
Angie flashed her smile and moved to kneel directly in front of Sara. Gliding both hands slowly up those gorgeously toned dancer's legs, the ginger girl slid both hands into Sara's mini-skirt and gripped her panties at the hips.
Sara was swept away in anticipation as she felt her panties sliding down her legs. It was such a vulnerable sensation, an admission that she was ready to be taken.
As Angie robbed Sara of her lovely white lace panties, she placed them around the wooden post of the picket fence behind them. One at a time, Angie took Sara's wrists and secured them above her head to the base of the fence post, tying Sara's panties in a firm knot to hold Sara down.
"Mmmmmm..." Sara moaned in helpless anticipation, her pussy getting wetter and wetter knowing what was getting ready to happen. She loved being Angie's captive, whether it was consensual or not.
Angie flashed her smile as she finished tying Sara down and moved to kneel between her thighs.
Knowing what was coming, Sara willingly spread her legs, allowing Angie to see up her short skirt to her perfect pussy...waiting for her supervisor and lover to do anything she wanted with it.
Angie began lightly running her fingertips up and down Sara's inner thighs, causing her friend to yelp from the ticklish sensations.
"Oh!" Sara's body jumped slightly as Angie's fingers tormented her inner thighs, relentlessly gliding back and forth over Sara's most sensitive areas.
