Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
What could possibly go wrong?
Tommy
Dark clouds began to move in front of the warm summer sun. Tommy glanced around. He had watched the lake for most of the afternoon, and by his count the cabin with the shower was only occupied by a single woman, a pretty girl with long legs. Tommy regretted that she hadn’t worn a bikini, and opted instead for a cobalt blue one piece, but it had still showed some mighty fine tits as he thought to himself. He had watched her gathering the wet hair reaching to her shoulders, wringing some water out of it before walking into the cabin. That had been 90 seconds ago. Not knowing her shower habits he needed to move fast.
His hands trembled as he reached out for the door knob. It had all sounded so simple when Charlie had laid it out to him. Just a simple prank, nobody would get hurt. All the other guys had done it and now it would be Tommy’s turn. Charlie had claimed it wouldn’t be a big deal, he even suggested the lake. “Those Brewer Bitches are using the showers all the time, just wait until there is only one.” Referring to the attendants of Brewster’s women’s college. One of the last all female institutions of higher learning. None of the students there ever had any time for the young men from the adjacent town. Seeing the hesitation on Tommy’s face Charlie added heartily “Be quick and be bold. After all what could possibly go wrong.”
The whole eternity it took for Tommy’s hand to turn the door knob his mind, was providing all the details of things that could go wrong, most likely would go wrong. What if she saw him coming in, if she screamed for help or worse the police. If he got caught. He would have to face the police, a judge and even worse his parents. Despite his advanced age of 19 Tommy, was very much afraid of the latter.
He opened the door as quietly as he could, and to his eternal relief he heard the sound of the running shower. Rushing into the room he spotted some lockers, in front of one of them the blue bathing suit lay on a bench. He rushed towards it, tore it open and saw a white sundress with little red and blue flowers printed on it. He frantically looked around until he noticed the upper shelf. There was his price he grabbed it and ran out of the door, past the open ground and dived again into the bushes had hidden in before.
In elation he lay on the ground, he had done it. He checked his prize the bra and panties were a matched set of white cotton.Lacking any frill or small pieces of decoration as he had seen in his sisters laundry basket. It didn’t matter he was holding his first pieces of intimate female apparel, that did not belong to a member of his family. And even better all he needed as proof was the bra. It would be nailed this evening in a little ceremony at the wall of their club house, next to all the others, stolen of the years. But the panties were his personal trophy. He brought the soft fabric up to his nose. Taking in the unfamiliar odor, something he was sure wasn’t just a different laundry detergent, but college grade pussy. He studied the little tag at the bra reading 34C, but as most men he was entirely clueless what that meant specifically. To him great tits were like porn, he knew what they were once he saw them. He decided to wait in his bush, perhaps he would be rewarded with a glimpse.
Katie
Katie turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel, she believed she had heard the door slam. Likely one of the other girls coming back for something they had forgotten. Some of them where regular airheads, and Katie wondered quite frequently what women so stupid did at a college. “Most likely trying to get laid and finding a husband” she mused, reinforcing her belief in their stupidity. Brewer’s had started out as Miss Brewers academy for young ladies almost 120 years ago, intended to improve the marriage value of daughters from so called better families. They had turned more egalitarian and allowed everybody in, as long as they could pay the hefty tuition and lacked a Y chromosome, when they changed the name to Brewer’s college. That had been 64 years ago, the curriculum still had been more likely to offer cordon bleu cooking and art history, than quantum physics. Today Brewster’s was the top place for gender studies and fundamental feminism. When the current president Julia Thompkins had taken the reigns 12 years ago, she had made it her mission, to make Brewer’s all female, including the staff. When the gardener had left 3 years ago she had reached that goal. So in Katie’s opinion the only cock her classmates were ever to find at Brewer’s was when the cafeteria served coque au vin.
She vigorously dried herself with the towel, while stepping into the locker room. She glanced around but didn’t see anyone. Looking at the door she saw it hadn’t closed properly and was banging with the wind against the door frame. Deciding that she had been in a hurry, she pulled the door properly shut and returned to her locker. As she brought never anything of value to the lake, she often didn’t pay attention to closing it well.
Katie dropped her towel to the floor, and reached into her locker for her underwear, and found nothing. Her fingers kept on dancing around the shelf, as her brain refused to acknowledge the tactile information. She turned fully and stared with wide eyes at the empty shelf. Fury rushed through her body. Thinking “Those damn bitches. I wonder who took them Liz or Bethany.” Neither of them liked her particularly.
Liz despised her for her grades and strong opinions and Bethany had been envious of her ever since she had arrived at Brewers. It might not have helped that she had asked the rather flat chested girl, if it wasn’t convenient that she could always look at her feet without hindrance. The loss of her underwear left Katie with a problem. She could either put on the bathing suit underneath her dress, or omit the underwear all together.
Putting the wet dark blue bathing suit underneath a largely white dress, didn’t feel like a good idea, the fabric would soak up the water in a second and become pretty clingy and translucent, not a look she wanted to sport. On the other hand, she needed support. There was no way she could wear this dress without her breasts swinging wildly with every step. And despite all her bluster Katie was very conscious about her body.
In the end she decided the trip back to the college would only take 15 minutes, what could possibly go wrong and slipped the summer dress with the poppy and cornflowers over her naked body. Tied the combat boots she habitually wore to all occasions, switched of the lights and per standing procedure engaged the lock for the shower cabin. The college tried to prevent vagrants using it over night, by keeping it locked. So dutifully she pulled at the door hard and heard the lock click shut.
She started walking at a brisk pace, and almost immediately slowed down, as her breasts began moving uncontrollably in their unfettered state under her summer dress. Katie sighed, this kind of dress wasn’t cut for a woman of her size to go braless in. Having to slow down would significantly prolong the normally 15 minute walk back to school and her dorm. Little did she know that Tommy was lying in the bushes opposite sniffing her panties and very much enjoyed the sight of unfettered swaying breasts underneath the light fabric. In his opinion the day couldn’t get any better.
Katie felt the day couldn’t get much worse, and from both their points of view they were proven wrong, less than a minute later, as the first fat drops of rain began falling. Katie looked towards the dark clouded heaven and sighed out loud “Really?”
In answer the heavenly sluices really opened up, and a torrential rainfall began. Katie ran towards the hut, rattling the locked door in the hope for some shelter. While at the same time her dress began to saturate in water. And the light weight white cotton did what, it’s lesser cousin the white t-shirt did when getting wet. The print of little flowers on it did nothing to mitigate the sudden transparency, nor the clinging like a second skin to her body. Giving the suddenly very heard breathing 19 year old an excellent view to the 2 firm globes of the young woman’s ass cheeks. And as she turned around leaning in frustration against the wall of the hut. His eyes were taking in the dark triangular patch in her crotch, before snapping up like magic to the sight revealed further up. The college girls breasts couldn’t be any more revealed if she took of the dress all together. Like big heavy pears her breasts were encased in the wet fabric. As Tommy had thought before some damn fine tits.
Katie wanted to shout in anger or cry in frustration, but it didn’t help, she was 15 minutes away from a dry space. And it wasn’t as if she could get any wetter, so she started to walk away. this time not caring at all how briskly she walked, after all there was nobody going to see her in this weather anyhow.
She had traveled about half the distance when the rain seemed to intensify even more. With a blinding brightness a lightning bolt struck a tree a few hundred feet away, and she felt the accompanying rumble of the impact and the thunder shaking her to the bone. This had been foolish to try to make it back to school in this weather, with a sudden flash of inspiration she remembered a horse stable she would be able to reach in a minute or two if she ran. That building would give her some shelter from the elements and she could at least wait out the storm in relative dryness. Not one to second guess her decisions, she immediately began to run. Her long legs eating the distance and hope flickered in her as she saw the stable or was it a barn in front of her, the door partially open and some light shining out of it.
She stepped inside immediately talking “I’m so glad it’s open here, I hope you don’t mind me trying to wait until the rain stops.” Only then she wiped the water from her eyes and looked around. Seeing 5 middle aged men in biker leathers, staring with wide open eyes at her.
Harold
The trip had started so well. Seeing the gang again after all those years had been great, they slipped as easily into their old familiarity, as they had in their leathers. It didn’t matter that the angels hadn’t ridden together in 5 years. Tony and Bruce had immediately fallen back into their normal banter, that it didn’t matter that one had started going bald and the other paunchy. Ramon was still the same stringy athletic type he had been in their college days. And well Walt was Walt.
The Cops Angles was emblazoned on their denim jackets that they wore. Being short for Copernicus was likely lost on most other riders. But they had become friends at college and kept in contact during university. Had participated in each others weddings Ramon had been Harold’s best man when he had married Stacy, while he had done the honors for Walt and Gwen. Their respective rather successful careers and COVID had kept them apart for too long, so when Tony had called that he was organizing a week long trip along the coastal highway Harold had been only to glad to say yes. When Stacy had told him to be careful he had only answered she shouldn’t worry, he was with the boys, what could possibly go wrong.
Quite a bit apparently with some shock he had learned that Gwen was divorcing Walt and they had been in an embittered legal battle over the ownership of their horse farm. For Walt the farm represented more than just his life’s work. It represented status, proof that he had made it. Harold had carefully watched his friend during the last 5 days, noticing how heavily he had been putting away those beers and cussing how that bitch, his words, Gwen was taking him to the cleaners.
Harold felt Walt’s visceral anger coming out form every pore. All of them had gone into business, Ramon was a successful lawyer, Bruce and himself were in investment banking and Tony in real estate. As long as Walt had his ranch he felt as an equal, but his failing marriage was eroding his position in the group. And Walt was far to dominant a personality to take that easily. He almost had taken a swing Tony, when he had jokingly suggested to develop the ranch for property, even if nobody ever wanted to live in Wyoming.
Then today the rain had hit, and they had taken shelter in this barn, their bikes standing inside, the engines cooling with quiet ticking noises. Walt had just grabbed another beer when a young woman, drenched to the skin had stepped into the barn. Harold considered himself to be a happily married man, but seeing the young woman with her dress clinging to every curve of her body. Did cause his jaw to drop, and his cock to harden. Stacy was a wonderful and pretty woman, but she wasn’t a twenty something year old with big tits, in a dress that had turned fully transparent.
The woman had said something about waiting for the rain to stop, and Walt’s booming voice came immediately. Words slightly slurred “Not at all, step in, make yourself comfortable.” and in a voice that was supposed to be quieter “why don’t you take that dress off completely?”
“Sorry, what did you just say?”
Harold stepped in “What my friend tried to say, is you got quite wet out there.”
“Yeah, what … he … said” slurred Walt “Want a beer?” tossing the young woman a can.
“I should perhaps better not. College administration frowns upon alcohol on campus.”
“You look old enough to be allowed to drink.” Ramon noted
“I am, but school rules are a bit old fashioned.”
“What school is that?” Bruce asked getting closer to get a good look.
The woman must have been noticing his wandering eyes and started putting her arm over her chest and casually placing her other to shield the dark patch of hair in her crotch. “That would be Brewers.”
I heard Walt spitting out some beer coughing. Brewers had been Gwen’s old school.
“What’s your major?” Harold asked
“Gender studies, with special emphasis of the position of women in modern society.” she answered rapidly with evident pride in her subject. “I’m studying with Professor Whittisham, she is the eminent authority on the subject.”
“There is only one position for a Brewer bitch.” Walt uttered. And Harold suddenly heard a shotgun being ratcheted.
Everybody turned and stared at Walt who held the 12 gauge shotgun he habitually had stashed with his bike and was pointing it at the young woman. “Nobody moves or the bitch gets it. I’ll blow this right into her smug face.”
Harold stepped closer “Walt, calm down, we both know you are no killer. Put that gun down.”
“I said nobody moves, that includes you. No killing involved, this baby is loaded with rock salt. from this distance I think she will likely loose one eye, perhaps both, nose will be gone and face ripped to shreds. But she will live. Any of you want this on his conscience?”
Harold deflated at this cold assessment, was Walt bluffing or was he serious. He looked into his friends faces and saw the same kind of uncertainty. On the face of the young woman he saw no uncertainty at all, her face was 100% terror.
“What’s your name Miss Gender Studies, or should I just give you a name. How do you like Cunt?”
“My name” she swallowed “My name is Katie Deckard.”
“Well Katie, I’m going to give you a live demonstration of the position of women in modern society. And these fine Gentlemen will assist me. Because if they or you are making any problems, I will blow your face off. Do you understand me?”
“Please, please don’t hurt me” Katie pleaded
Walt raised the shot gun. “I asked if you understood me.”
“Yes”
"Good, and call me sir. Understood?'
“Yes” and after a pause “Sir” the last word seemed to cost her something.
“Excellent. now take off that dress and those ridiculous boots.”
As she bend down to take of her boots, Harold found himself staring at her cleavage, an act almost entirely pointless due to the state of her dress but he did enjoy how her breasts moved.
She took off both of her boots and looked suddenly much smaller and younger.
“Dress next!” Walt ordered “Tony, Bruce get those laces out of the boots.”
The two men obeyed trying to avert their eyes.
Seeing the fruitlessness in further delays Katie began peeling of the wet summer dress from her skin and letting it fall with a splashing sound to the dirt floor of the barn. Again shielding her now exposed tender parts with her hands.
“Hands on the side!” Walt barked
She obeyed, albeit slowly. Taking first her arm from her breasts revealing big pink nipples with matching areolae. When she removed the hand shielding her crotch, a massive nest of black curls was revealed.
“Nice tit’s but a man could get lost in that jungle without finding your hole. Put you hands behind your head and jump up and down. I want to see those tits jiggle.”
Katie put her hands behind her head, and Harold noticed this did quite beautiful things to her breasts. Making them stand out proud like warriors ready to battle. The young woman’s face was less so, she was crimson red of shame. Walt moved the barrel of his shotgun up and down and he hopped once.
“Higher”
she jumped again, more forceful
“Again and higher”
“Again”
“Again”
The barn was filled by the sound of her ample breasts slapping against her body. Harold believed the woman was ready to die of humiliation.
“Ah this was fun, now I had promised you a further education. Get on your knees.” he pointed at a dirt patch at the center of the floor. “Hands behind your back.”
Katie lowered herself carefully onto the ground and placed her hands behind her back.
"Bruce take that boot lace and tie her elbows together. And do it tightly.
Katie
Katie felt her arms being pulled further behind her back, forcing her breasts even further out, which was of course the reason that sick bastard had stipulated her elbows to be tied. She found the position equally painful and degrading.
Once she was trussed up, the one with the gun looked at her from above. “This is closer to the truth, your position should be naked on your knees in the dirt, tits stuck out. Now I know Brewers is producing cock teases, but falls short on cocksuckers. Do you suck cock?”
“Hell no, that’s so disgusting” Katie flared
“That’s what I thought. Well let me educate you.”
“Walt this is going to far” the latino man interjected
“Shut up Ramon. I bet your cock is hard for her as well.”
“That’s not the point here, this wrong” the one called Ramon replied
“Tell you what Ramon I make you a deal, and that goes for all you white knights here. You don’t have a hardon, she doesn’t need to suck you. So start concentrating on your batting averages and multiplication tables.” He laughed. “Now step behind her”
When he had done so the man called Walt looked at her “Now Honey I know you are an ignorant bitch, but even you know where to find a cock. Feels his crotch and tell me is he hard or soft.”
Katie was mortified, and only began to move around when the shot gun was pointing at her face again. thinking one can survive rape a whole lot better than a face blown away.
The scene looked almost comically as she touched with her hands around finding a leg and working herself up to where it joined the pelvis. And despite the thickness of the man’s leathers there was no doubt in her mind that what she felt was an erection.
She decided to bluff, cast her eyes down and said “Thank you sir for making an effort” before looking at Walt “He is limp sir”
“Limp? Mr Latin Lover there? I don’t think so. Drop your pants Ramon.” as he didn’t get the reaction “Ramon you really want her to lose her face?”
“Hold your horses Walt. I’ll do it, but only under protest.”
“Noted counseler, but overruled” Walt chided “Now Honey, as he is doing this to protect your face, I want you to turn around to him and get that face really close to his crotch.”
Not having an option Katie did as she was told staring right the the mans zipper from a foot away.
“Closer!”
She halved the distance, now smelling the man in front of her, a mixture of masculine musk and leather.
“Closer”
She moved, her nose now only a couple of inches away.
“Ok Ramon down the pants, let’s see this limp dick”
Form up close she saw him undoing the button and zipper. A glimpse of blue boxers, with a sigh he hooked his fingers into the pants and dropped them, taking the boxers at the same time. His erection sprang free and hit Katie in the face.
“So you are a liar, no real surprise here. Well you have a hard dick in your face get to work.”
“What do you want me to do?” Katie dreaded the answer, her view was filled by a rigid shaft of thick male flesh, ending in a nest of coarse black hair. She saw veins along the erection. It was the closest she had ever seen a dick, she had gotten rid of earlier boyfriends with hand jobs, never oral. And those who had been allowed to fuck her, had been carefully chosen by her. Nice boys who did whatever she told them to do.
“You will open your fucking mouth and tack his cock, and keep working on it until he has shot his load. And I want to see that cum, no more lying from you. If you have never done this before, well figure it out after all you go to that fancy ass college for bitches.”
Katie took a deep breath, which in hindsight might have been a mistake, as she was inhaling his scent. He wasn’t generally dirty, but he had been riding all day in those leathers, so his personal odor was strong. Katie had a general idea of what was expected of her, hell even women watched porn from time to time. And she had always laughed at those women going down on her knees to suck a guy off. It looked like the joke was now going to be on her.
She carefully opened her mouth and directed it over the tip of his cock. Something that was surprisingly difficult without the use of her hands, and he wasn’t helping at all. In an exploratory move she closed her lips around his head, causing him to shudder a bit, she sucked at it as if it was a straw, but that didn’t elicit any kind of reaction. She would have to go deeper, with her lips still sealed around his shaft, she moved deeper. Her tongue making the first contact with the soft skin, tasting a bit salty from sweat. She flet that her mouth was already quite full, but peering down her nose there was still a lot of cock outside of it. From her very specific point of view it seem to go on forever. This was the part in those stupid movies when the actresses started slobbering all over the cock and moved their head forward and backwards.
She was all out of saliva, and didn’t want to go any further forward so she slid her head backwards, causing the man , Ramon, to moan with pleasure. Apparently she was on the right track, and slid forward again.
“Told you they are all naturals when it comes to sucking cock.” Walt proclaimed. “But she is only nibbling, why don’t you feed her the whole length Ramon?”
Katie felt Ramon’s hand at the back of her head, gently applying pressure sliding his length ever deeper in her mouth. Cause her first to gag when he was hitting the back of her mouth and seriously fighting for air when he pushed into her throat. With her nose buried in his pubic hair, she struggled and thrashed around. It was a blessed relief when he let go of her head and she could pull back. Long threads of saliva connecting her mouth and his cock.
She gasped for air, with her face all red. Walt pointed the shotgun at her “Keep going, he isn’t done yet. If you do a proper job he won’t need to assist you.”
It took Katie considerable amount of willpower to impale her face again on Ramon’s cock, not wanting to go through this again, sliding along much further, yet still keeping her throat clear. She bobbed her had along his shaft using her tongue to offer additional stimulus along the way. Suddenly she felt him stiffening, and pulsing. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back until only the tip was still in her mouth. With 3 spurts he came inside her mouth. his cum pooling on her tongue. Katie felt cheapened by the salty taste.
With a plop Ramon withdrew from her mouth, and Walt spoke up. “Open your mouth, I want to see that you completed the job.”
She did, it felt like she had a gallon of cum in her mouth and all she wanted was to spit it out. The barrel of the shotgun touched her under the chin and moved upwards, taking her whole head with it until her mouth was closed and she looked Walt straight in the eyes. All she could see in the cold green eyes was hate and disgust. “Swallow!”
It was a single word, and yet it had so much meaning. This man, whom she had never met before in her life and who seemed to hate her was going to force her to swallow this vile load. With the barrel still pressed under her chin she didn’t have an alternative, she swallowed. Swallowed more than just her first load of cum, she swallowed her pride, her self esteem. Her eyes filled with tears and she began crying.
“One down three more to go. Did you enjoy this?”
“Please no more sir, I can’t do this again.”
“Of course you can, and you will at least a few more times tonight. I’m sure all of those fine Gentlemen have boners as hard as rock by now. You will suck each and every one of them. To the end and swallow.”
“Please no more swallowing. I’ll suck them real well, but please don’t make me swallow again.”
“Well if you ask me properly, that can be avoided. Why don’t you kiss my boots and I promise you don’t have to swallow another load.”
Katie was outraged, what was this bastard thinking who he was. But than it came back to her a man with a gun at her throat. Was this act really that degrading, compared to having three more belly loads of cum. She lowered herself to the ground feeling the tips of her breasts brushing against the floor, as her lips made contact with the boot leather.
“Raise your ass higher in the air, the boys deserve a good show”
Katie raised her rear further, realizing that the men behind her had now an unobstructed view of her sex. Her lips kissed the other boot. And she lowered her behind quickly.
“Bruce you are next.” Walt ordered. “Check him slut, see if he kept it soft for you.”
He hadn’t. His cock was shorter than Ramon’s and she could take all of it without gagging. She applied all her discoveries from her previous experience and she had Bruce on the brink of cumming within a few minutes. He also came in her mouth.
“Well you had my word, no more swallowing, spit it onto your tits”
Katie was disgusted, but let the thick liquid dribble on her exposed chest. She wondered if the degradations would ever stop.
The man called Tony was next. His cock was as hard as the other men’s perhaps as long as Bruce but with more girth. Her jaw hurt when she took him in. Her routine worked on him as well, as it would on everyone of them. Katie didn’t see it but Walt had given Tony a sign, and when he was ready to cum, he fully withdrew and his cum flew in thick ropes and landed in her face. The face those men were supposedly protecting. Why did she believe to have heard jeers.
Harold was the last of them, and if the size of his hanging balls were any indicator this would be a big load. He immediately grabbed her by the ears and began to furiously pumping inside her mouth. He was literally fucking her face. Causing her to gag and fight for air quite often. When he finally withdrew she collapsed to the ground not caring that most of the cum seemed to have been aimed at her long brown hair.
She heard faintly the words “… put her up here…”
Before she was lifted on some kind of wooden box, and her legs pulled apart. She felt coarse ropes encircling her feet. She tried to close her legs but the ropes held fast.
“Will you look at that jungle, spread all the way and one still can’t see her cunt. Tony give me your razor please.”
A few moments later Tony handed Walt something. With a metallic sound he unfolded an old fashioned razor, as Katie had seen only on TV before. He held it before her eyes the blade looked wickedly sharp.
“I recommend you to hold very still, my first time using that thing, and you might feel fondly about some parts down there.”
He let the flat side travel between her breasts and down her stomach. before beginning to scratch at the dense hair on her pubis. It took him several minutes and she felt as if she had been scratched raw.
“Would you believe it, she has nice fat lips down there, and what do we have here?” He flicked a finger against her clit causing her to howl in pain.
“After showing you that your mouth isn’t made for spouting propaganda, let me hammer home your true purpose in life.”
He lowered his own pants and placed the tip of his head against her entirely unprepared sex and drove home. It must have been uncomfortable for him as well as he grunted, but she screamed at the top of her lungs, feeling like she was ripped apart. He continued to fuck her without any regard for her well being or feelings.
Towards the end he asked her “Are you on protection?”
Katie shook her head.
“Good because this goes straight up your womb.”
Her eyes widened as she felt him cumming inside her.
“She is a pretty good fuck, have a go if you care.”
Apparently her previously gallant defenders did care, she saw the lust in their eyes as one after the other stepped between her legs and took her for his own pleasure. At one point she just lost consciousness.
Tommy
In the morning Tommy walked to their barn as he did everyday taking care of the horses, the storm last night might have done some damage and his father would want to know about it as soon as possible.
There was a strange smell when he walked into the barn, he stopped short in his tracks. A naked woman was lying on her belly over a wooden rail. Her arms tied to the beam, which caused her impressive breasts to swing freely underneath her. A fodder bag had been placed over her head. But he was much more interested in her entirely hairless sex, with copious amounts of dried white fluid sticking to her calves. Some of it having apparently oozed out of her asshole.
Tommy had no idea who this was and how she had come into his father’s barn, that was until he found a dirty piece of cloth, formerly white with little red and blue flowers. The college girl, with the nice smelling panties. She hadn’t heard him yet, he always could find her in another half hour. He dropped his pants, after all what could possibly go wrong.
the End
