Archive-name: Violent/rapebond.txt Archive-author: Joseph Brabet Archive-title: Masturbation, bondage & rape fantasy *****COPYRIGHT 1992 Joseph Brabet. All rights reserved.***** She was an unsatisfied woman. Not dissatisfied, merely unsatisfied. Her sex drives had amazed and frightened her when they had first manifested themselves at the age of eleven. Throughout her adolescence her libido had been a demon she had sought to control, fearing rightly that to give full rein to it would earn her the scorn of her peers. Marriage seemed a worthwhile alternative to a life of random and meaningless promiscuity and so at the age of nineteen she had married a man who was ten years older than herself, but strong, lusty and virile. His health went into a sudden and inexplicable decline about three years later, however, and along with it his sexual vitality. No longer able to satisfy her, he became bitter and withdrawn. Meanwhile she tried to submerge her growing frustration in frenzied activity of all types except sex, feeling some sort of duty in that particular direction. Indeed, had it not been for her deep and sincere affection for him, she would have taken a lover long ago. Instead she had to satisfy herself on her own. She would find herself alone sometimes on a hot summer's afternoon, when the heat and weight of the air slowed all human activity almost to a standstill. Then she would retreat to the cool dark recesses of her room where she would draw the curtains even more tightly closed than they already were. Languidly, as if in the presence of an invisible lover, she would remove her clothing, piece by piece, revelling in the physical sensation of moving inexorably closer to a state of nudity with every garment that fell to the floor. When she reached her underwear, her lacy brassiere and panties, she would pause for a moment, surveying her body critically with the practised eye of an ex-model and finding herself pleased at its lithe curves and healthy condition. Running her fingers over her underclothes she would tease and tempt the willing flesh that lay beneath, as if her body and her hands belonged to two different people. As her fingers fluttered over the mound that swelled at the intersection of her legs, a dampness and humidity seemed to swirl about her fingers and urge them deeper. At this point, her breathing increases and she begins to feel slightly dizzy. In a daze, she walks slowly towards her bed and simply allows her knees to succumb to the weakness they feel and collapses gently onto the bed. She stretches languorously and luxuriantly as if priming herself for what is to come. Fluttering her hands over her entire body, she feels her nipples once again harden, creating little beacons of arousal on the twin swellings of her generous breasts. She bends her head forward and puts a hand beneath her right breast, pushing it upward to her mouth. When her mouth closes around the nipple she experiences a thrill throughout her body which seems to emanate from the nipple and is echoed in her pulsing sex. She continues to annoy her right nipple with her tongue while at the same time she reaches her left hand down to minister to her sex. Running her hand briefly through the hair that covers her mons veneris as a sort of preliminary caress, she parts the lips of her sex with two fingers and places a third between them. She releases the lips, thereby entrapping the finger in their moist folds. Below her finger she can feel the aching need of her erect clitoris, hidden beneath its hood, and if she moves her finger even slightly she shudders with pleasure. Now she slips her thumb into her sex, deep into her hot, wet core, while her other fingers curve around to the cleft between her buttocks, where they seek out her other opening. She longs to be pierced here by her husband, to have her sex brutally ignored and her femininity treated with contempt, but knows it to be a vain hope since he is incapable of providing even the most basic ministrations to her yearning body. So she satisfies herself with a gently probing finger, and meanwhile the movements of her hand cause a vibration deep inside her body. She feels her wetness increase as her pulse quickens further. Without withdrawing her finger from her sex, she concentrates on worrying her clitoris with her thumb. Her tempo increases as she begins to lose control. With her right hand, she begins to knead her breasts more vigorously instead of sucking on one nipple as before. A hot flush suffuses her skin. Time ceases to have meaning. She fantasizes that someone else is doing this to her, someone who despite her entreaties, refuses to stop, who is aroused by her arousal, bringing her rapidly closer to the edge of the precipice that awaits her. Her imagined pleas turn into involuntary moans of pleasure as she races toward her conclusion. Her fingers move ever faster within her labia, and her breath begins to come in short pants. She runs her free hand over her buttocks and hips, then over her flat stomach and up towards her aching breasts with their nipples hard with excitement. She can feel the coming explosion and attempts to slow her hand. But the wave has already begun building and cannot be stopped. As she increases her tempo, a gush of warm liquid pours from her sex and she reaches the point towards which she has been striving. As she reaches the precipice she realizes that she desired to throw herself off its edge all along. She hurtles headlong into the void. Her field of vision turns red and her being becomes centred in her sex. She screams in ecstasy and feels her entire body shudder with her orgasm. For an eternity she shudders in ecstasy like this, writhing upon her bed like a chained animal. Finally the tidal wave subsides, and she is returned to her normal world, lying on a bed in a dark room, drenched in her own rapidly cooling perspiration and bodily fluids and wondering what to do next. Hearing a noise, she lifts her head to discover its origin and to her deep shock, sees a man standing in the doorway staring at her. Torn between shame on one hand at her nudity and at her actions, and on the other hand, a sense of eroticism arising from exactly the same factors, she decides in favour of modesty and vainly attempts to cover her still-throbbing sex and her naked breasts. She is too surprised to speak. Taking her silence for assent, the man utters a low grunt and strides quickly toward her bed. "No !" she cries, thrusting her palm towards him, willing him to stop coming. Ignoring her protests, he continues advancing and in a second stands beside her bed. She curls her body into the foetal position and whimpers in fear, which has taken over from any erotic impulses she may have had at the presence of a stranger in her room. "No please, please..." she implores him. The man is not so easily dissuaded by her entreaties and taking her arms roughly, pulls them apart and pins them to the bed beside her head. She screams and begins struggling, unable to believe that this is happening to her. Her full, round breasts jiggle fetchingly as she writhes, her torso twisting from side to side. She starts flailing her legs in desperation so the man responds by jumping astride her stomach where he can control her better. He lets go of one hand, raises his right arm and gives her an almighty slap on the cheek. She is temporarily stunned into silence until the shock subsides and the pain takes over, and she begins crying loudly. Tears stream down her cheeks, one of which is pale with fright and the other bright red from the man s blow. The man smiles cruelly at her tears, obviously enjoying and being further aroused by them. Her sobs increase in volume but his excitement only mounts. He bends forward and kisses the tears on her cheek, the one he struck. She flinches at this contact and annoyed, her hits her face again. This brings forth a fresh torrent of tears from the despairing woman. The man s only response is a harsh laugh. He reaches behind him into the back pocket of his faded blue jeans, withdrawing something hard and glittering. It is a pair of silver handcuffs, their clasps unlocked. Taking one of her hands in his, he fastens one cuff around her small wrist and clicks the ratchet mechanism shut tight, pinching her wrist painfully in the process. A cold sweat breaks out over her body at her predicament, making her look shiny and sleek. With her free hand, she tries to scratch the man s face but misses narrowly. Angered, he catches her hand while still holding the empty handcuff, and half-turns and smacks the side of her left buttock. At this she stops struggling, but the man is inflamed by her naked body and her smooth, bare thighs and buttocks. He climbs off her and rolls her onto her front. Her beautiful curved back and quivering buttocks further provoke his animal lust. The man passes the chain of the handcuffs around one of the vertical bars of the brass bedhead and closes the other cuff around her free wrist. Chained by her wrists to the bed, she can only kick her legs in frustration. One of her feet strikes him a blow on the thigh and this makes him more furious. He sits on his haunches, imprisoning her calves. Raising his right hand, he slaps her right buttock with tremendous force, making her scream in pain. He lifts his left hand and smacks her left buttock. Red imprints of his hands mark each burning cheek. Intoxicated, he slaps each buttock in turn with increasing fervour at every stroke. The air is rent by her screams and the sound of his hands on her stinging flesh. Suddenly he pauses, seeing something that catches his eye. Placing his hand under her buttocks and between her legs, he comes in contact with her dripping sex. "So you like this !" he laughs, and brutally thrusts a finger between her nether lips and up into her wet sex. "No !" she screams, but her body has betrayed her. He laughs again and continues pushing his finger deeper into her sex as she moans involuntarily, then realizing her mistake, renews her crying. With his free hand he smacks her buttock cheeks continually while not letting up in his assault on her sex. The woman is crying into the pillow, soaking it with her tears of pain at the spanking, but biting it with her mouth at the same time in an attempt to stifle her moans of pleasure from the attentions of the man s finger inside her hot centre. He is not deceived, however, and keeps up both attacks simultaneously. Her cries start to come faster than his slaps, and he laughs in derision as he realizes she is about to have an orgasm. The combined effects of his two hands, one on her soft rump and the other inside her sex, push the woman closer to a climax, even as she cries and begs him to stop. Suddenly she can hold back no longer and with a loud scream she reaches her peak and her body goes rigid, then shudders deeply several times. A gush of hot liquid pours from her sex onto the man s fingers. He withdraws his finger, which makes a sucking sound as it is removed from within her, and licks one of his wet fingers, tasting her juices on it. She pants quietly as she comes down from her peak, totally stunned at her own reactions. A thought strikes him and he wipes his remaining wet fingers in the cleft between the red cheeks of her buttocks. She flinches at the touch of a man s fingers in a place she considers even more private than her sex. In an attempt to prevent their intrusion, she clenches her buttocks. While he knows this is no barrier to his determination, he allows her to think she has won a small victory and removes his hand from her cleft. As a parting shot, however, he gives her buttocks one last hard smack to remind her of who is in control. Though this takes her by surprise, she does not cry out. In a last reminder of his power, he bends down and bites her buttocks so hard that blood seeps from two of the teeth-marks, making her cry out in pain. He releases her legs and rolls her body around again so that she is lying on her back. Her nipples are still erect, pointing up towards him tantalizingly, and he smirks at this before bending to suck each nipple as he caresses her lovely breasts with his hands. She relaxes slightly and allows herself to moan in response to this stimulation. When the man tires of her breasts, he sits up straight and begins to undo the belt fastening his jeans. "No, please, anything but- oh please, no, don't, I can't..." she implored tearfully as she understood what he intended to do to her. "Yes please, you can, thank you very much," he jeered. She twisted her head violently from side to side as soon as she saw that his angry red phallus released from his jeans, which he pulled off completely. His erection bobbed as he moved, seeming to point at her face like an admonishing finger. He climbed astride her body, seating himself on her chest where she could feel his hard buttocks crushing her breasts. Catching her head in his hands, he held it still in spite of her struggling. "Open your mouth, slut !" he commanded. "No !" she screamed angrily and desperately. He smacked her right cheek hard, but still she was resolute. Annoyed, he simply put his hands around her neck and began squeezing, cutting off her air supply. She started going red in the face and her eyes bulged. When finally he released her throat, she opened her mouth and took in great gasps of air. Satisfied, he rose up on his knees, pointed his phallus down and brutally drove it into her mouth. Immediately she gagged and tears poured from her eyes as muffled screams emerged from her throat. She took a breath on the backstroke of his penis but gagged again as he thrust down deep into her throat. The man reacted rapidly to the hot, wet mouth of the woman and he felt his sperm rise. He took her head in both hands and pulled it back and forth in time with the long thrusts of his phallus into her mouth. Suddenly he pulled her head to his groin and held it fast. Great spurts of sperm jetted into her mouth and struck the back of her throat. She could feel the hot, thick liquid going down and hoped she would not choke before he finished. He hoped she would. When he eventually pulled his still-erect penis from her mouth, she coughed violently, but she had already swallowed most of his sperm. He wiped the last drops from the tip of his phallus onto her face, precipitating a new wave of tears at this final humiliation. He lay back, his head resting on her sex, exhausted for the moment. She stopped crying and they lay there for several minutes. After a while, she lifted her head to look at him and noticed he had regained his erection, to her dismay. Sensing her look, he looked at her and smiled evilly, contracting the muscles in his groin as he did so, which caused his erection to move threateningly. He jumped off her and turned her onto her belly, giving her pretty rump a gentle slap. Her exquisite derriere inspired fresh lust in him and he took the two pillows from beneath her head and placed them under her pelvis. This naturally had the effect of raising her buttocks in the air, presenting them attractively to the man. He thrust two fingers into her still-wet sex and wiped them in the crease between her buttocks, paying particular attention to her rear opening. She gasps as she comprehends that her fantasy may be about to be realized, though she had not expected it to be quite so soon after she imagined it, and certainly not in this particular manner. Fear grips her when she wonders how the swollen penis that was thrust down her throat will fit into her small rear opening. The man is untroubled by such thoughts as he spreads the cheeks of her buttocks and places the tip of his penis against the small, puckered hole. Gripping her hips firmly, he pushes hard and penetrates a short distance. The woman screams in agony, feeling as if she is being torn in two, although this is mostly illusory. He thrusts again, harder this time, and makes progress, driving deeper into her bowels. On the fifth stroke, he has driven his penis in to the hilt and his testicles slap against her wet, quivering and empty sex. The transfixed woman groans in pleasure and pain at the sensation of being pierced in such a place for the first time, and pushes her rump against him, willing him to thrust deeper and harder. He reaches forward and takes her long brown tresses in his right hand, pulling her head backwards as he rams his phallus into her rear. She screams with each thrust, but never fails to push back at the same time. Still pulling her hair, he starts hitting her buttocks with his free hand in time with his thrusting, which further stimulates the woman s impassioned screaming. His thrusts come faster and faster, pushing them both towards a conclusion. With a loud scream of ecstasy, the woman climaxes more violently than she ever has before, her orgasm lasting a full two minutes. During this time, the man continues to slap the cheeks of her buttocks as he drives his penis deep between them. Finally, he grunts hoarsely as he reaches his peak. She feels his hot sperm as it is ejected into her rear passage and she cries with joy as she continues discharging. THE END --