A Word About Rape Fantasies.

There is something about experiencing pleasure despite yourself, or pleasure that is totally out of your control.

Sometimes, I like to masturbate wearing tight jeans, panties and tights. My top half will usually be one of my ‘heavier’ bras, maybe a sports bra....something that fits tight, and a top or shirt that is a little on the tight side. 

I pull the top and bra up so my boobs are somewhat painfully exposed, and my tights, panties and jeans will be no lower than mid thigh. This gives me the feeling of being tied up. 

A slight variation on this will be to ONLY wear tights....no panties and no jeans. This is because sometimes I like to rip my tights,

I will get myself in the mood by either reading some similar stories, or watching some so-called “forced” porn, and then it’s over to my compliant brain. She will always fill in the blanks by giving me someone to focus on. It might be someone I know well, maybe even a teacher from school....maybe (shock horror) even one of the monks, who rapes me over his desk. 

All the while, I tease myself with my vibrator. I edge multiple times before finally forcing the toy all the way in in one glorious go. My brain continues her role play by my assailant telling me he is going to cum inside me. 

A couple of weeks ago, I had the most delicious fantasy about Brother Martin. Brother Martin was only at the school for two years, but he was one of the younger monks. It seems, like the sisters, there are either young monks or old ones.....never any middle aged.

Of course, most of us horny little bitches teased Brother Martin relentlessly. Panty flashing was a daily occurrence when we would slump down in our chairs and let our legs slowly drift apart. Every so often he would say, “Right....sit up straight girls, please.” So we knew he was noticing. 

I had many orgasms imagining this frustrated young man yielding to the demands of the flesh and fucking me, but now and then....just now and then.....there would be some side to it. 

Like a couple of weeks ago when my brain gave me Brother Martin to play with and he used his rope belt to tie my arms behind my back, and he pushed me forward over his desk. He flicked my skirt up, revealing my white, virgin panties. Then he tugged them down to mid thigh, exposing me to the class. I felt him rummaging about behind me and suddenly his cock was pressing against and then inside me. I cried out as he took my cherry, but I also noticed some of the other girls in the class weren’t just watching. Some had their hands in their panties and were masturbating as he fucked me from behind. 

Then, he leaned forward and I smelled the freshness of soap on his skin as he whispered, “And now, you little cunt, I’m going to shoot my load in you.” Hearing a ‘religious’ use such vulgarity brought me close and as in my mind he shot inside me, so in reality I pushed the vibrator deep inside me and came hard on it. 

The crowning glory came as Brother Martin addressed the class. “Well girls. I can tell you that she is cumming on my dick right now. I can feel her cunt pulling.....gripping.....throbbing.....even as I shoot my seed inside her.” In my imagination, I saw several of my friends cum.

But what of reality? Well, reality and fantasy are not the same. I would fight to the death rather than let some arrogant asshole rape me. Now, that’s not to say I wouldn’t like to be made love to by a total stranger. Like most girls, from my early teenage years onwards, I know what it’s like to be pressed against in crowded situations.....buses, trains.....that sort of thing. And sometimes, I have felt erect dicks against my ass. And sometimes, I have liked it! But, you see, there is an element of consent in that isn’t there? Consent is the key. 

I can see me, one day, asking a lover to tie me up. A friend of mine got herself a (married) boyfriend in her first year of university. They had sex everywhere imaginable, and lived out some pretty wild role plays too. “One day,” she told me, “I actually asked him to rape me. I wanted to see how easy it would be to resist.” She actually asked him to force her....but there too is the element of consent. 

I would love to be naked, tied up in an exposed way while there were visitors to the house. Maybe tradesmen, or well....anyone, really. 

I can see myself paying my rent with my body..,,.but then my family is very well off so that situation isn’t likely...even so..... 

My next target is the boys' school. If I can get a couple of girls to watch me, then getting one or two of the boys to ‘catch’ me should be possible.