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This was better, even though she felt a coil of fear
in her stomach.

She'd been led into a room to wait for the others,
and while she was looking over a list of the items they were going
to discuss, the lights went out. Strong hands grabbed her, cuffed
her wrists, tied something around her mouth, and picked her up. Her
pussy was already wet with anticipation. And even though she knew
this was her fantasy, she was safe, it was still a little
scary.

Her fantasy wasn't a terribly kinky one, she
supposed, as far as most fantasies went. She'd grown up in a
household where sex was treated as a completely taboo subject. It
was for procreation. Oral and anal sex, and anything not directly
related to bearing children, those were acts of vile sin. So when
she got older and got curious about them, she felt nothing but
guilt all the time.

The problem was that the idea of having her bottom
touched, licked, penetrated . . . those turned Alice on more than
anything else. Yet she always felt too guilty to actually do
anything about it. The Club removed that guilt, by letting her have
her fantasy as something forced upon her. She was free to enjoy it,
since she could believe it wasn't her choice.

"Hello, Alice," a deep, male voice said. She was
gently lowered to a bed before the lights were turned up. She
blinked as her eyes adjusted. The man was handsome, with dark hair
and eyes, as far as she could tell. He wore a black mask over his
eyes, like a superhero of some sort, or a bandit, with a 3-day
growth of stubble below it. That his identity was partially hidden
and he looked a little sinister with the mask on added to her
thrill.

He smiled, revealing slightly crooked but white
teeth. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you,
baby?"

Alice stared at him, not quite sure what to do or
say. He pinched her nipples hard through her blouse and twisted,
making her whimper and nod her head.

"That's what I thought."

His hand ran down the line of buttons on the front
of her blouse before he began unfastening them from the top down.
Once the buttons were undone he spread her blouse open and put a
hand over the cups of her bra. "What lovely handfuls." He thumbed
over the hard points. Her nipples had hardened from the moment he
pinched them, and now they responded to the rubbing by sending a
zap straight down to her crotch.

He slipped her blouse down her shoulders and arms a
bit, then pulled her bra straps down a little, tugging the bra down
to reveal her tits. He
mmm
ed and twisted the nipples in his
fingers, pulling up on them enough to hurt a little but not too
much. Alice whimpered.

"You like that, do you?" He pulled a little harder,
making her arch up off the bed a little. Then he leaned over and
took one into his mouth to suck hard and nip it with his teeth
while he pulled and twisted the other.

Everything he did seemed to travel a straight line
right to Alice's clit. His hand slipped under her skirt, fingers
pressing against the crotch of her hose and panties.

"You're all wet," he said. "What a dirty girl you
are, getting hot like this." He pulled her hose and panties down
enough to get his fingers in her slit. "All wet and slick for me
already. Fucking you is going to be fun, Alice." He pushed two
fingers into her pussy and groaned. Alice arched a little,
surprised at the sudden intrusion.

"You've got a tight little pussy, don't you? What
about your ass, Alice. I'll bet you have a nice, tight ass, too."
His pussy-slicked fingers slid back toward her asshole, making
Alice clench up instinctively. It wasn’t that she didn't want
this--she did! But it was new and she'd been taught for so long
that it was wrong.

"Don't fight me, girl," he said. "Your sweet little
ass is mine tonight."

The Rape
Fantasies #2

Maybe I’ve seen too many
Love Boat
reruns,
but I expected that at some point during my vacation cruise I’d
have a fun, sexy affair. Raised in a small community where everyone
knew everyone else, I couldn't very well have such a fling. I’d
have been the talk of the town. Lately, I’d been too busy working
on my career to think about getting laid anyway.

Once on the cruise, I spent hours sitting by the
pool in a barely-legal bikini, and made conversation with a dozen
or more men. Their wives and girlfriends always showed up
eventually, though. Didn't any single guys take cruises? I made eye
contact with every handsome guy I saw, even crew members. I just
wanted a little excitement with no strings attached, but no
luck!

The prospect of going back to my 9 to 5 unfulfilled
was really bringing me down. I was pretty bummed out as I went
through customs on my way home. After I'd already been through the
usual rigmarole and was on my way out, a handsome man approached me
and said he needed to thoroughly inspect my bag.

"But I've just gone through, and everything was
fine," I said.

"This is a
special
inspection." And he added
that he could remove everything there in the open, in front of
everyone, or we could go to a private place and he would inspect it
there. "We'll handle the rest of your luggage. You do want to
come
. . . with me."

My stomach fluttered when he said it that way. This
was
The Club
--my fantasy. It was my turn. Oh
God
. I
looked behind me where I'd gone through customs. I could go back,
and this man would disappear. I had the opportunity to change my
mind. But I
did
want this. I had for years.

I nodded and let him lead me out to a waiting car.
He sat in the back with me, very business-like. We were taken not
too far away to a plain-looking, beige building. The man led me
into a room that looked like every police interrogation room on
every TV cop show I've ever seen: A table in the center with two
chairs, and a one-way mirror along the wall. A small rolling
cabinet and a file cabinet sat in one corner. The room was cool and
smelled slightly of disinfectant.

Once he'd closed and locked the door, he gestured at
the table. "Please open your bag here so I can inspect it."

I thought maybe he'd just ravish me the minute we
were inside, but this was much better. This was the kind of realism
I was hoping for. I opened my carry-on and took a step back. He
picked through the contents carefully, then pulled out a small pink
pouch.
My toy bag
. I could feel my face start to heat up. He
pulled out my vibrator and stared at it.

“I’m sorry. I thought. . . .” He started to put it
away, but then held it up and cocked his head, smiling. "How can I
be sure it's not a weapon?" he said, sounding far too innocent. He
thumbed a switch on the base, and the vibrator buzzed to life.
"Sounds like it could be dangerous. Can you assure me that it's
safe?"

The sound of the vibrator and the anticipation of
what was coming made me unbelievably wet. "I
promise
it is?"
I batted my eyelashes, and could barely believe I was playing along
this way.

He flipped off the toy and shook his head. “I'm
sorry, ma'am. Since I can't be absolutely sure of what this device
is meant to do . . . I'm afraid you're going to have to submit to a
very thorough
strip search. This
will
involve a full
cavity search. I suggest you cooperate and don't give me any reason
to become suspicious."

He reached behind me and began unzipping my dress. I
didn’t help him undress me because I was getting off on the idea
that he was an authority figure, stripping me down. If this had
ever really happened in an airport or anywhere, I’d have been
devastated. But because it was
my
idea, oh Christ, I loved
it.

If the bulge in the front of his pants was any
indication, he loved it, too.

I crossed my arms over my chest, as if to hide my
tits from his view when the top of my dress fell to my waist.

"Please don't," I begged, and took a step backwards.
"I'm not hiding anything." The cool air rose gooseflesh on my arms,
my nipples becoming tight little points behind my hands. Pretending
I really didn’t want him to do it was an incredible turn-on, and
had been a clear part of my fantasy, so I knew it wouldn't dissuade
him

He pulled my arms away from my tits. "If you try to
cover yourself, it only makes it look as if you've got something to
hide. I have to inspect you
thoroughly
."

"But I can show you what that device is meant to
do," I said, my arms covering my chest again, "and you'll see
that--"

He grabbed my arms and pulled them away, spinning me
as he did so to handcuff my wrists behind my back. I resisted a
little, which made it seem even sexier.

"You've given me no choice but to restrain you," he
said in a tight voice. "Now let me look at what you were trying to
hide from me." He rubbed my tits and used his thumbs to flick my
hard nipples. I yelped as he sucked one rubbery point into his
mouth and nipped it with his teeth.

He had me gasping by the time he pushed my dress and
underwear down and ordered me to step out of them. I shook my head
and refused, pulling against the handcuffs and making my tits
bounce a little.

"Step out of your clothes," he repeated. "Don't make
me resort to disciplinary measures."

The Rape
Fantasies #3

The Club is an organization that provides fantasy
fulfillment, with forced sex fantasies as its specialty. Each woman
reveals her secret rape fantasies in a friendly, non-judgmental
atmosphere, pays monthly dues, and gets to enjoy the stories of
other women who have had their fantasies fulfilled. All of the
women of The Club are assured that the people who help them fulfill
their fantasies will be disease-free, wear condoms and be
careful--as careful as the women want.

They can have it rough or tender, terrifying or
comical. Be ravished by one man or several. One woman or several. A
slow, forced fuck by a total stranger, or a group pawing at them in
lust, taking them fast and hard.

Whatever their secret, darkest desires may be, The
Club will deliver.

This is Mona's story.

***

I've always loved Halloween. I love the masks, the
candy and how easy it is to be anonymous. But it's the monsters
that do it for me. When I was younger, I saw a movie that had a
ghoulish looking man peering through bushes at a girl who was
taking her bikini top off. His mouth fell open and he licked his
lips. Then he dashed out of the bushes after her. When she saw him
coming, she screamed and it faded to black. I think all this was
supposed to imply he was going to eat her.

I've never thought that was what he wanted.

I couldn't stop thinking about that movie, and the
way he looked at her like she was the most desirable thing he'd
seen. He looked so
hungry
, but I knew he wasn't after food.
I used to fantasize that he caught her and sucked on her tits while
she screamed and tried to push him away. Then he tore her bikini
bottoms off and tasted her there, before pulling out his big
monster cock.

Just thinking about that gets me wet. I can't help
it. The thought of her struggling to get away, with him holding her
down and licking . . . licking . . . unable to stop it as he
tongue-fucks her, getting her ready . . . .

I love the rest of Halloween, too. Answering the
door and putting mini candy bars in little plastic pumpkins for a
princess or wicked witch or ghost is big fun. But afterwards, I
always end up in bed with a vibrator and an old monster movie as my
treats instead of chocolates and popcorn balls.

Until last Halloween, when my vibrator never made it
out of its little satin pouch. I got tricked
and
treated,
and it was the best Halloween ever.

Lexie, one of the coordinators from The Club, had
called earlier that evening to ask some basic questions and see if
I'd like to come to a special meeting next week. She wanted to
bring some papers over, but said I probably had plans or company
since it was Halloween. I laughed and told her I didn't have
company, and my plans were the same as every year. I had no idea
that the call was really to find out if I was alone . . . .

***

"Trick or treat!" Three little voices shouted from
the porch as I opened the door. A ghost, a ninja and a pirate with
an eyepatch stood there holding out their little bags, their
fathers behind them in full costumes that probably took a lot of
time or money. One was a Frankenstein's Monster, one was a pretty
convincing werewolf with a painted face and claws on his hands, and
one was a mummy whose eyes were the only part that showed. I
complimented all their costumes, and the little kids laughed while
their dads nodded.

The kids ran to the next house, but the men stayed
put. The werewolf held a big candy bag decorated with black cats
and orange pumpkins.

"Aren't you a little old for Trick or Treating?" I
laughed and dropped a handful of candy in to the bag. The mummy
stepped forward, close enough that I had to step back. The other
two turned around, probably making sure no one was watching.

"Hey, what--" I was pushed back inside by the
advancing men. The mummy spun me and put a firm hand over my
mouth.

Oh my god, this is it!
I thought. My pussy
went instantly hot, and my knees shook. I was scared, just from the
surprise of it. I was in disbelief that it was really
happening!