Since a recurring theme in my rape fantasies is being forced to have sex with multiple partners, here's one that I often use.
It begins with my boyfriend, who is from a rich family, announcing in the middle of a makeout session that his parents are leaving the country for a few weeks, leaving him in charge of everything. He says he's tired of always having hurried makeout sessions in his room, or in secluded places; he wants to take me to the family beach house, where we can take our time, even go "all the way" if I want to.
At this point, I'm a "technical" virgin, since I've given BF blow jobs, and let him touch me everywhere - everything short of putting his penis inside me. I am fairly sure that if I go with him to the beach house, I'm not going to come out of it a virgin, but even though I'm not sure I'm ready for sex, I decide to go, since his family has influence that could make things hard for my family.
I tell my somewhat conservative parents that I'm going to the beach for an office outing. BF picks me up after work, and we head to the beach house, arriving shortly after dark. We have a light dinner, and then he brings me up to the bedroom, where he tells me to take off my clothes and get in the bed while he takes off his. Soon we are naked on the sheets, and he starts kissing me - gently at first, then more urgently. As he touches me, I can feel a certain roughness in the way he moulds my breasts; and when he sticks his fingers into me, I am startled by the way he works them, so unlike the gentler strokes he used in our previous encounters.
Still, I let him do as he likes, enjoying the comfort of the bed and his fingering. He has stopped kissing my mouth and is now working my breasts; his fingers, wet with my fluids, slip out of me and rub at my clit until I orgasm beneath him. It feels so good to cry out my pleasure, not having to worry who will hear - the beach house is isolated on the top of a hill, and no neighbors for miles.
Then comes the turning point. My BF tells - not asks, but tells - me that he's going to put his penis into me. I am startled and remind him that he said he would wait till I was ready - and he says that after watching me come, he can tell I am ready for my first fuck. I gasp a protest, but he moves quickly, spreading my thighs with his knees and guiding his penis to my opening. When he penetrates I cry out, and he takes advantage of my shock to push deep into me. I look into his face when he pauses to enjoy the feel of his cock encased inside my virgin cunny and whimper at the expression of pleased anticipation on it.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he says, as he pulls back, then pushes slowly into me again. "I've been waiting a long time for this, baby...and you are so worth it..."
I close my eyes as he pulls back once more, almost to the tip of his cock, only to snap them open as I feel his shaft return, sinking even deeper into me than before. As he repeats the movements, the full impact of what the sex act entails strikes me, and I shake my head.
"No...please..." My breath catches as he fills me, and I find myself spreading my legs wider to accomodate him, to ease the discomfort of his snug fit. "Please...I...uhhhn!"
"Beg all you want, baby...but tonight...your virgin pussy is mine...all mine..."
He moves easily inside my wet passage, as I kick and flail my legs. He is rough, not at all the gentle lover he had promised he would be - his thrusts are firm and push deeper with each stroke.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Your first taste of cock...I can tell you love it...you're so wet...it's like sliding through butter..."
I beg him to slow down, to stop for a moment, but he is deaf to everything but his own desire. He taunts me as he forces me to submit to his demands: "Fuck, yeah...fight me...pretend you don't like it...the way it feels..."
His words make me fight harder, but I cannot escape from under him, he is too strong for me. He pauses briefly as to slip his arms under my knees, and I scream when his next thrust sinks to the hilt inside me.
"NOOOO!"
From there, he says, "the real fucking begins"...and I clutch at the sheets as he uses his cock to torture me, with long, full strokes, knowing he has time and privacy on his side. I feel his cockhead nuzzling against my womb when he declares his intention to come inside me, and I panic at the thought, bearing down on his shaft in an effort to push him out. I am almost hysterical as I beg him to pull out, promise him I will submit to as much fucking as he wants, if only...
"Oh no, baby...I'm not having this much fun, just to pull out...now relax, and work with me...damn, I could stay hard all night...so sweet!"
When he finally shoots his load into me, I am broken and sobbing from his abuse. What I thought would be a wonderful experience had turned into a nightmare; and what was worse, I was trapped with him for the weekend. After he pulls away, I roll away from him and fall into an exhausted sleep.
I wake up to find him on top of me and inside me once again, grinning down at me as he starts to move in and out of my aching passage. A knock on the door makes him pause in his thrusting, and to my horror, he calls out "Come in!" and I see his best friends enter the room.
I want to die of shame as the four men surround the bed, leering at me. Bad enough that they should be staring at my naked body; but to see me naked and spread out beneath my BF, with him so obviously inside me, was the ultimate humiliation - until I hear one of them asking my BF if they were interrupting anything, and he tells them that they were just in time to watch me be fucked for just the second time in my life.
I shut my eyes and try to lie still, but BF's movements make me writhe and twist in instinctive protest at first, then, gradually, my body works with his in an effort to ease the discomfort of his girth stretching my inner walls. In time he finishes with me, and when he pulls away, I hear one of his friends ask if they can take turns with me; and when he gives them permission, I roll onto my stomach in an effort to avoid further assault.
The other men laugh, and I find myself with my wrists pinned over my head by one of them. My legs are pulled apart by two more, and shortly afterward, I feel another man settle between my thighs and become the second person to force himself into me. I shriek at the penetration, and then at the way he pumps into my helpless body. And yet, I can feel myself responding to his rough mastery, for when he presses deep into me and grinds his hips against my buttocks, my breath catches from the unbearable sensations washing over my nerves. I find myself grinding back against him, gasping, squeezing against his shaft...eager to be filled over and over again. My overstimulated body reacts and goes into a powerful orgasm, which entertains the others immensely.
The third man turns me onto my back. He is gentler in his penetration than the other two, and his deliberate movements make the length of his stay inside me somewhat more bearable, and I find myself coming over his cock as well. The fourth is a nightmare, so rough that I find myself calling for someone to pull him off me. The last one also stays hard for a long time, and I barely manage to remain conscious through his fucking.
Throughout the weekend they take turns with me, letting me rest if it seems I am about to faint: "Because we want you to know exactly what we're doing inside you..." All of them dispense with protection, wanting to enjoy the act to the fullest: "Nothing like doing a girl bareback."
By the time I return home, I have more about men and sex than I had ever dreamed was possible, and realize that I have also developed a taste for being made to submit to powerful men.
