A Recent Fantasy

[cynthia4rp]

This is a fantasy that I've had for the past few weeks.

My husband is going away on a business trip Sunday June 12th, not returning till the 19th. I like when he goes away, it gives me the opportunity to explore my darker desires.

On the evening of the 12th, I want to feel special, sexy, desired. I put on something sexy. I'm not sure what, maybe a sexy dress, maybe just some sexy lingerie. I have a couple glasses of wine and get online. I go to an adult chatroom. Any suggestions which one?

I'm not sure what nick to use. I've been thinking about drinking milf, or lonely wife, but this morning, I thought of one I like better, rapebait. That would express my interest in rape fantasies.

In the chatroom, I'm quickly decended upon by multiple guys. It's difficult, but I have to narrow it down to one. We start chatting about my fantasies. I tell him I've been drinking and he encourages me to drink more. We talk about rape fantasies for a while, mine and his. I'm getting more aroused as we talk. He keeps telling me to have another drink and tell him more.

We get around to other fantasies. I tell him about my blackmail fantasies. He tells me that that is so hot, tell me more. As I tell him, I get more and more aroused. He comes up with comments that would make the blackmail scene that much better; and encouraging me to have another drink.

I tell him that I'm also into bondage, humiliation, orgasm control/denial. He quickly picks up on the orgasm control. He tells me to play with myself, but not to cum while we share blackmail fantasies. He might have me start with playing with one nipple, but I can't go any further till I have another drink, then both nipples, then another drink, then I'm finally allowed to play with my pussy, but I'm still not allowed to cum.

At this point, I'm pretty drunk and horny. He starts with would it be so good if I were blackmailing you......if I had some pictures......if I had your husband's email address......if I had his cell phone, that would be so hot......you would be completely helpless......

The night becomes a blur. I wake up the next morning in bed, feeling a vibration between my legs. What the? I reach down and feel my cell phone tucked into the crotch of my panties. I bring it out, unknown caller, I answer "hello".

"Mmmmm, I really enjoyed last night, hope you did too."

"Who is this?"

"Don't you remember? This is your blackmailer."

[cynthia4rp]

"What are you talking about?" I say.

"I know you have to get ready for work now. Be online tonight at 7, the adult chat sight from last night; if you can remember that. Use the nick, "elephant", I don't want you attracting attention. Then we will talk about your coming week." Then he hangs up.

I go to work trying to remember what I did last night. I remember being online, chatting with guys, but what happened. That night I get online at 7. I feel silly signing on as elephant.

"Glad to see you are punctual." He then goes on to tell me my husband's email address and he shows me pics of me that I don't want my husband to see. "You need to get a babysitter for your kids Saturday night. You are going to get raped Saturday night. There is nothing that you can do to stop that from happening. If you cooperate, it won't be bad, you might even enjoy it.. If you don't cooperate, then you will be running the risk of getting pregnant." "But don't think that is the only consequence....."

OMG, what have I gotten myself into.

[NastyJack]

Very good so far ... more please!

[finman]

MMmm.. can't wait to see how this plays out.

[cynthia4rp]

I try to remember what I did last night. I remember wanting to feel attractive, desired. I remembered getting online to one of those adult chat sites. I chatted with a few men. I remember emailing some pics, no wait, I didn't email them, that's right, he had me put them out on PicPaste. But I didn't give him any personal info...did I? What did I do. I remember he kept telling me how sexy it would be if.....if he had ....it would be so hot...if he had....I would be so helpless....so totally helpless. Did I really send it? I must have. OH shit.

"On Saturday night, you will be raped. It's only a question of how many times, in what holes, and if any protection will be used at all. It might be just me. It might be a stranger that I pick to rape you. It might be a whole gang raping you. I'm not going to tell you, I want it to be a surprise."

[cynthia4rp]

"Now, this is what is going to happen this week. From now thru Friday night, we will chat and I will have you do things. If you lie to me, each lie will will result in one of your rapists getting one minute in your sweet little pussy without any protection. Let's say that you lie to me 10 times during the week and I call you on it. You will know that there will be a total of 10 minutes of unprotected sex. Now, if there is only one rapist, that means that he will have a full 10 minutes of enjoying your hot, wet, tight pussy bareback. Do you think he can hold off cumming for 10 minutes? Do you think he would want to? Now, if there would be 5 rapists, they would each get 2 minutes bareback. Some of them might cum inside you. So, think carefully before you lie to me."

"Now, as far as doing what I tell you to do. I might have you play with your pussy while we talk, I might tell you not to touch yourself, I might tell you to wear high heels that are at least 3 inches high to work tomorrow. For each command that you disobey, there will be a consequence. I have bought 12 condoms for Saturday night. You will not be raped by more than 12 men. But, each time that you fail to follow my command, I will take a pin and put it thru one of the condoms. If there is only one rapist and you only disobey one command, then you have pretty good odds of avoiding his sperm. If there are 12 rapists, well, I hope you enjoy pregnancy."

"I do have some limits that will make things easier on you: I won't ask you anything about your children. I won't ask you anything about financials, such as bank or social security, etc. I won't have you do anything involving scat, watersports, or that will permanently damage you. Of course I don't count pregnancy or divorce or job loss or loss of friends and family as permanent damage. Now, here is the really good news for you: you have 3 free passes to use between now and Friday night. With one of these passes, you can pass on answering a question or doing an action. I won't just reword it either, I will truly let you pass on that action or question. But, you will have to be careful with what you pass on since you only have 3 all week. There is no pass on Saturday night, it will happen."

"Let's go over an example. I tell you to wear 3 inch or higher heels to work tomorrow. You forget and wear 2 inch heels. Tomorrow night, I ask and you tell me that you wore 3 inch heels. I ask you again, did you really wear 3 inch heels. You say yes. I ask you again and you admit that you only wore 2 inch heels. You failed to obey a command, that results in a pin in a condom. You lied about it twice, which means 2 minutes bareback. Suppose I have asked you a dozen times and each time you lied and said yes. What if I know what shoes you wore, what if I asked someone in your office what shoes you wore today, what if I'm watching you? You would have lied 12 times, that's 12 minutes bareback, can you say hello baby? I will limit myself to asking 12 times, otherwise it will become quite monotonous. Understand the rules?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good. Is your pussy wet?"

I pause, "Yes."

"Good. Be back on at 9, be wearing a front button blouse, skiirt, stockings and garterbelt and heels."

[cynthia4rp]

This gave me time to spend with my children and get changed before I had to get back online. He didn't say anything about a bra and panties. Should I put them on, or would that be disobeying? I pick out a conservative button front blouse, knee length skirt, garterbelt stockings, and 2.5 inch heels. I get the kids in bed and get back online.

He quickly joins me. "Tell me what you are wearing."

I tell him.

"OK, lets start with the basics: What is your name?"

I give him the name I usually use online. There is a long pause, 5 minutes, then he comes back. "OK, let me explain how this works. I'm a nice guy. If I just wanted to rape you, I could. In fact, if I wanted to, I would just abduct you and rape you until I was sure you were pregnant, and then probably keep you for a few more months, just to be sure you wouldn't have an abortion. But as I said, I'm a nice guy. I'm trying to give you a chance here. I ask a question. If you lie, that is one minute of you getting fucked in the cunt bareback. Now, lets say that I ask you the same 10 questions 2 times each night for the next 5 days, and you lie to me because you don't think I really have any leverage over you. That would amount to 100 minutes of bareback fucking. That would give me several shots at your unprotected womb, or, if I bring some friends, it would give you multiple possibilities for the father.

I'm going to go back and ask you that question again in a few minutes. Think about it before you answer.

[cynthia4rp]

My god, could I have told him my real name. Could I possibly have been that drunk? I wish I could remember. I remember him saying he was drinking too and I had to keep up with him, drink after drink. We talked about fantasies, I know I really enjoyed talking with him. I felt so wanted, desired. He kept telling me how good it would be. How good he could make me feel. But did I tell him the truth? I don't remember.

He comes back in a few minutes and asks me my name again. He asks me some other questions too.

After a bit of asking questions, he starts giving me instructions. Telling me to touch myself in certain places, in certain ways. I was quickly aroused. He wanted me to play with myself, but I wasn't allowed to cum. He would change it up, having me play with one part, then another. Oh, I want to cum so badly. It's been a while since I've cum. I love how he controls what I'm doing. I love that he won't let me cum, he keeps me on the edge.

"I'm going to call you now, this is how you will answer your phone....XXXXXX"

A moment later, my cell rings. I look at the caller id, unknown caller. I pause, can I really say what he wants me to say? What if it's my mother?

I answer the phone as he instructed. Thank god it was him. If it had been anyone else I would have died of embarrassment.

For the next 30 minutes he instructed me on the phone what he wanted me to do. Some of it was pleasurable. Most wasn't. I suspect that he came during our call. I didn't. At the end he warned me not to touch myself till we were online tomorrow and he instructed me to. He told me to check a link he sent me in the adult chat, then hung up.

I checked the link, there were some instructions for overnight and tomorrow.

[cynthia4rp]

The rest of the week went pretty much like that. Meeting in the chat room. Him asking me questions; sometimes the same questions, some new questions. He would have me tell him fantasies, he would tell me about some of his experiences. He said he always makes his fantasies into reality.

Each night he would take me to the edge of an orgasm, sometimes multiple times, but he would never let me go over the edge. I know I could have just gotten myself off, but the truth is that I enjoyed his control over my sex and I needed permission to cum.

Thursday night, he sent me several links to some online porno's. He told me that he would not be online Friday night. He told me to put on jeans Friday night and watch the porno's, and not to dare touch myself, not even thru the jeans. I had to take notes on each of the pornos to verify that I did indeed watch the entire video. All of the vids were of women being abused/molested/raped. I had to note what each of the victims looked like and was wearing. I had to note how it started, how many attackers there were, what they did to her, and the time in the video that each penetration occurred.

He told me to have the kids at the sitters by 6 and to be back online by then Saturday night.

Friday evening was difficult. At this point, I had gone for 3 weeks without an orgasm. That may be normal for some women, but not me. I've usually had sex 3 times a week, frequently having multiple orgasms. Watching the vids, imagining that it was me they were molesting..... I was soaked by the time I finished watching the vids, but I had kept from touching myself. I had to take a sleeping pill to get to sleep that night.

[cynthia4rp]

I've enjoyed playing this little game online all week with this stranger. Saturday afternoon I get the kids to the sitters and get back home to be online at 6. We meet in the chatroom as usual.
"Are your kids at the sitters?"
"Yes"
"Good, you are all alone then?"
"Yes"
He has me go over my notes from the pornos I had to watch last night, which gets me aroused even more than I already was.
"You know that I'm going to rape you tonight. I'm going to rape you, bareback. I know that you lied to me. My bare cock will be in your unprotected pussy, filling you with my sperm."
I get so wet reading those words.
We discuss what I am going to wear tonight for my rape. He tells me to go get a shower, shave, put on my makeup, and get dressed. Then get back online.

When I get back online he reviews with me what I am wearing. He directs me to touch myself, bringing me close to an orgasm, but never letting me go over the edge. This goes on for 2 hours, keeping me on the edge of orgasm.

He tells me to get a drink, I'm going to need to stay hydrated. When I come back online, he is gone, but he left me instructions:

drive to highland street, park between bond and crawford, leave my car unlocked, walk north on highland to crawford, turn right, walk to sante fe, turn right, walk to republic, turn right, walk to highland, turn right, and walk back to your car. make sure my phone is on. Go now, or your husband will see the pics.

Did I tell him what city I live in? I don't usually do that. But he obviously knows. Is this really going to happen? Is he really going to abduct me and rape me, the way we discussed the fantasies? Do I go thru with it?

What are the odds he is really here? Very very remote. All he had to do was look it up online and he found a map of the city. He's not really going to be there. And, if he is, I'll just tell him it was just a fantasy, that I don't really want to be raped. This was just a little game we were playing online, it wasn't meant to be real.

I tell myself that he is just taking it to the next level. Making the fantasy more real. It's ok I tell myself. It's a nice section of town, nothing will happen to me there.

Do I go? Do I make it more real for me too? I check myself in the mirror and grab my purse. I drive nervously, telling myself that this is just part of the game, that it's not real. He won't really be there. I'm not really going to be raped.

I turn onto highland and find a parking space. I park, turn off the car. I take a couple of minutes to calm my nerves. What's the harm, a quick walk around a few blocks. I check myself in the mirror again, take a deep breath and get out of the car. Shutting the door, I automatically lock it, then I remember, "leave the car unlocked." I unlock the car and slowly start my walk north on highland.

[bob209]

Very good I'm printing it out now maybe I could put some of the ideas in to our roal play?

[Emma121]

Since I am trying to showcase as many 2011 interesting books of various kinds as I can, but the number of full reviews I can do is limited and with the month and a half posting hiatus to consider too, it is inevitable that some books won't receive as complete coverage as I wish. I keep the continually updated post with 2011 books read HERE, and from time to time I will have shorter discussions of various books.

Here I will talk about two recent books that have several things in common: they are debuts, both authorial and of a series and they have been published by Pyr which seems to have started putting out its own brand of "fast and furious fun" novels, brand perfectly exemplified by Erin Hoffman's Sword of Fire and Sea and by Andrew Mayer's The Falling Machine.

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Sword of Fire and Sea by Erin Hoffman is a high magic adventure with relentless action, exuberance and occasional over the top scenes that work well here. The blurb below represents well enough the main storyline of the novel at least to start with.

"Three generations ago Captain Vidarian Rulorat's great-grandfather gave up an imperial commission to commit social catastrophe by marrying a fire priestess. For love, he unwittingly doomed his family to generations of a rare genetic disease that follows families who cross elemental boundaries. Now Vidarian, the last surviving member of the Rulorat family, struggles to uphold his family legacy, and finds himself chained to a task as a result of the bride price his great-grandfather paid: the Breakwater Agreement, a seventy-year-old alliance between his family and the High Temple of Kara'zul, domain of the fire priestesses.

The priestess Endera has called upon Vidarian to fulfill his family's obligation by transporting a young fire priestess named Ariadel to a water temple far to the south, through dangerous pirate-controlled territory. A journey perilous in the best of conditions is made more so by their pursuers: rogue telepathic magic-users called the Vkortha who will stop at nothing to recover Ariadel, who has witnessed their forbidden rites."

[cynthia4rp]

As I walk north on highland, I keep telling myself to relax, nothing is going to happen. There aren't many people around, in fact, I don't see anyone. No one walking, driving, or sitting outside. That's good, I guess.

I'm glad he didn't want me to dress up like a hooker or something, I don't know that I could have gone thru with that. I'm wearing a pretty summer dress. A peach floral print, sleeveless, knee length with off white high heels, and tan stockings. I'm sure if anyone sees me, they won't think that I'm out here looking to get raped.

As I approach crawford, I see that there is the normal heavy flow of traffic on crawford. I reach crawford and turn right. Now, I can't just turn around and see my car. He could be in my car. No, no, no, this is just a little fantasy we are playing out, I'm not really going to be raped.

Just as I reach sante fe, my phone rings.

[shikihiv]

waiting for the conclusion - loved it so far!

Johnny B

[cynthia4rp]

I reach into my purse and pull out my cell, "hello"

"Where are you?" It's him.

"At the corner of crawford and sante fe."

"Very good. I want you to look north on Sante Fe and wave as if you see a friend."

I look around, wondering if he is watching me. I wave. There are several parked cars and lots of traffic going by, he could be in any of them. I'm shaking like a leaf.

"OK, now, face east and wave in that direction."

I look east and wave as if I see a friend, feeling foolish, standing on a street corner, waving to people that aren't there. But I'm also nervous, is this really happening.

"OK, continue your walk." He hangs up.

I put my cell back in my purse and walk on, all the while wondering is he watching me now, making sure it's me. Or is this just part of the game? Is he just making it real for me, but not too real. A car goes by me and the horn blows. I jump. Was that him? I reach Republic and turn right. It's not nearly as busy. There are a lot of shadows. I nervously walk on, wondering if he is there.

I reach Highland and turn right. I can't see my car from here, it's up a couple of blocks. The street is dead. No one is out, no cars driving down the street, lots of shadows. Then I think, OMG, maybe he is here, how else would he know that Highland is such a quiet street, full of shadows, full of hiding places. I nervously walk on, looking all around, clutching my purse tightly, my eyes constantly moving, my ears alert for any sound.

I'm up to the block with my car, but I can't see it yet. There is a black van blocking my view of where my car is. At least I think that's where my car should be. Was that van there when I parked; I don't remember. What if he stole my car. My heart is beating like crazy. I'm terrified. Is he in that van? Is he in the shadows? Is he in my car?

Part of me wants to turn and run away, but what if this is real, he will send those pics to my husband, my boss, my friends. I walk on, my panties are soaked.