Winter break after the first semester of college. Connections still strong to high school. Lauren and Dan are alone at her house waiting to meet up with some friends to catch a midnight movie. They are exaggerated in their playfulness and jokes. The better to forget Princeton and Williams and those new relationships. On the couch, she straddles his lap, mockingly punching him in the chest. The girls could never be as good as me. It’s joking and it’s not. Her skirt bunches up over her knees. She notices his erection going down one side of his jeans. What’s this she says archly as she presses her knee against his erection. He works both hands under her skirt and into her inner thighs. For balance, she falls forward and presses her head into his shoulder. He whispers in her ear. Do you want me to fuck you? She knows he needs her. She reaches for his jeans zipper. He stops her, firmly grabbing her wrist. She giggles awkwardly. Let’s make a deal, he whispers, still holding her hand. He uses his free hand to slowly massage her thighs, gently touching the outside of her pussy lips. If you are sopping wet in there (a teasing tap to the top of her mound) then we just get dressed and go to the movies. Her cunt twitches. She halfheartedly tries to grab his crotch again. He squeezes her wrist until it hurts. He traces circles inside her thighs. Her mouth is open, her teeth pressing into his shoulder. He roughly pulls the panties up and out to the side. He pulls firmly on one of her lips to keep the panties clear to the side. Time to take your temperature, he whispers. With one hand, he splays open her lips and gently inserts a finger. She is biting his shoulder and moaning. She shivers as he pulls out a slickened finger. The doorbell rings as he snaps the panties back over her engorged cunt.

Okay, so here goes.

Unseen hands rasped against the tops of her thighs. “What the hell are you doing?” she screamed even though it was patently obvious what he was doing. The palms of his hands were rough, callused. He was supposed to be the good one. The one who had been gentle with her. Oh, she had been so relieved when he was elected to ‘babysit’ the hostage.
Her breath hitched as she held on to shredded control. “Please, you don’t want to do this.” Surely he would listen to reason. He had not been the brute of the gang who had busted her lip earlier. Or tied her hands behind her back so tightly even now only a few hours into her capture her wrists had rubbed raw.
His fingers hooked under the crotch of her underwear, pushing it aside. His breath turned heavy, and she regretted her indulgence in pretty lingerie. His silence scared her more so than when his buddy’s fist had knocked her to the ground. She tried to clamp her thighs together, but he had wedged himself between them. “I don’t want-” The rasp of the teeth of his jeans coming apart made her panic. “No.” She shrank away, but there was nowhere to go. Nothing but the back of the chair. She leaned as far as she would go, the chair tipping backwards.
Only to be brought back down abruptly by her gentle captor. Her head snapped forward, her teeth clacked. No, she will not counterfeit a romance. He had been the only one not to hurt her. Why did he have to do this? Dammit, he had been the nice one. The one who wiped the blood away. Gave her a drink. Some food.
She jerked against the back of the chair as he thrust into her. Behind her back, her fists clenched. Every inch of him hurt her, although he probably was no bigger than any of her boyfriends.
“At least put on a condom, bastard,” she swore at him.
“No.” His hand, so big and strong, curved around her nape. The scent of him surrounded her. It had appealed to her earlier; he had washed whereas the rest of his gang of robbers seemed unaware of the concept. Now, it was another assault to her senses. “You will feel everything.”
She did. Every uncaring pound into her cunt. Every agonizingly long stroke. She felt herself getting wet and her mind rebelled. “Can’t come?” she snarled at him.
He laughed and slowed even more. His thumb went to her clitoris.
“Don’t!” She squirmed away. To no avail. Tears wet her blindfold, making the cloth stick to her skin. She gnawed at her busted top lip, the pain a distraction from his fondling. Yet, too soon she came around him, sucking at his cock as if eager for it. As if wanting every drop of the hot wet liquid from him.
He held himself deep in her for a long moment. They remained in a parody of an embrace.
Then, he slid out of her, his semen following a path down, seeping, trickling a curve towards her ass. He patted her cheek lightly.
“There. Now, you’ll remember everything, my pretty little cheerleader.” Cheerleader? She hadn’t been a cheerleader since high school. She felt his breath tickling her raw lip as he leaned closer. A brush of his lips. “Remember me.”

(This has been rolling about in the mind, so much more to go into it but you get the idea…)

As a powerful ruler he sits upon the throne before the court. The captured princess of a bitter rival is brought before him. She is well groomed and holding her chin high, obviously of royal stock. Petite, beautiful, and the look of defiance in her eyes. She is a prize that could be used to benefit his people, even end the war that has been lingering for a generation.

“Strip her… bind her in shackles!” He orders firmly.

The attendants pause for a moment before complying. Eyes locked, jaws numb as court looks on as this princess is degraded before them, they cannot turn away. He must have a reason for this, for he is good and kind. The word ‘loving’ has been uttered by the majority of his people.

Today he will demonstrate Absolute Authority.

Thank you,
-TFP

I’m captured while walking down the street minding my own business by a bunch of (6 or so) men in a van, I’m bundled into the side door, ankles and wrists tied before I know what’s going on and tape slapped across my mouth. I can see some faces, others are in shadow and others are covered and stay covered.

The van travels some distance, they talk about me, how they’ve stalked me, watched me, followed me, wanted me, desired me, what they’re going to do to me. They’re all going to fuck me, but, they don’t want me to pass out or be ”useless” to them, so, they’ll treat me as they wish, but, not so badly that I’m not a good ”toy” any longer. I am petrified to my core, sure I’m going to die, painfully. There’s a ring leader, they all do as he says, if somewhat reluctantly sometimes, he doesn’t fuck me.

They keep me for two or three days, I’m fucked every possible way that I can ever imagine, and then some, cum all over my face, in my hair, in my ass, my cunt, cocks every I look shoving themselves into a hole or my hands. They make me come again and again and again and again, over and over and over and over, my throat raw from moaning orgasms. My mouth now silent and incapable of noise from having been face-fucked so often and screaming for hours. My flesh raw from struggling against my wrist and ankle cuffs, even though they’re fur lined I’ve been in them, naked and sweating like an animal for days, only bathed once a day with a sponge.

I don’t know who I am anymore, where I am, how long they’ve had me, how many times I’ve been fucked and orgasmed, how many cocks have been in me, I’ve lost count of it all and I want to die, perhaps I have died….. and then I hear and feel the cuffs being opened, my body completely collapses and he, the masked ring leader, catches me in his arms, his soothing whisper at my ear, strong arms wrapping me, pick me up and lay me in a warm bath. He caresses, soothes, nurtures, bathes, feeds… He takes me out of the bath and lays me on a large, soft bed, my legs fall open, I have no fight left in me and then so slowly he fucks me for the first time and I see that it is him, ”my man”, he has orchestrated the whole thing, instructed all the other men to do his bidding for him… I have no words, I lie below him and watch him love me tenderly with his eyes, claiming my body, my heart, my mind back from the others for himself again with his cock that moves so slowly, gently, but with purpose, and I love him.

To some degree I’m willing, I’m willing at the beginning, but, I don’t really know what it is I’m letting myself in for, I have no idea, really, what he’s capable of… I gift myself to him, almost ritually, on an alter if he likes, or a rug by a fire, I don’t care, the setting and environment are irrelevant, all that matters is the gaze between us, being locked in it, his eyes boring into mine, watching him change, watching him lose control, lose himself…

He comes to me, but, as he comes something else rises in him, out of him, something otherworldly and aethereal and he, the man, has lost control. I never had control, I don’t want it, but, I don’t realise that what has taken over him is nothing I’ve ever even imagined.

He, it, begins to fuck me, it’s the most intense sensation of pleasure I’ve ever felt, orgasm after wave of delicious orgasm in, through, me until I realise that he’s changed, changing. His eyes darken and narrow, his jaw clenches, his body hardens, he roots in me and I feel his cock change shape inside me. His cock narrows, becomes finger like, serpentine and tentacle-like as it pushes past the entrance to my womb, the heat and pain are searing, but even though I feel my body ripping, my mind is wanting him to tear me asunder in this way. I’m immobile, paralysed, partially from fear, in part because of his sheer force on top of me now and an almost preternatural strength.

I’m in shock, the pain so intense I think I’ll die, but yet my body doesn’t close to him, my mind has no control over my body, my mind cannot comprehend what’s happening. A soft claw like protuberance latches onto the wall of my womb, it feels as if he’s plugged into me, we are now one being, symbiotic. My eyes wide open, unmoving, shocked, he comes, orgasms, rushes his seed into me and I know, I can feel it as it happens that he’s impregnated me with himself, something will grow in me now, he’s planted himself in me and I have no choice but to allow it to grow for if I try to kill it, that act will kill me… this creature of our union will be born and may well kill me as it’s birthed.

The black in his eyes begins to dissipate, to turn grey and then to his own blue/grey, he ‘comes to’ and realises what has happened, what’s taken place, that he was taken over by this creature that raped me, seeded itself in me, but, even though he loves me he doesn’t care that this has happened, I don’t care anymore either, it just is as it is. My body scratched, bloodied, torn, bruised, changed forever, his, there’s no going back now… I’m as owned, claimed and possessed as it’s possible to be and in ways that I can’t even imagine yet.