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I glared at him. I wanted him to know I was angry. I looked around him into the opened dooway.
"How many guys are in there?" I asked in my bitchest tone, looking up at him again.
"It's just me and Eddie, right now. But ummm, how many guys do you want… in there?" he answered sarcastically, glancing at my hips.
I licked my upper lip. Keeping eye contact with him, I started up the steps. I half expected him to grab me and drag me inside. But he didn't. In fact, surprisingly, he took a few steps back as I stepped onto the porch with him. He rested his hands on his hips and smirked at me.
"Here's how this goes," I said to him, using his own words. "Tomorrow evening, you get as many guys over here as might want some o' this. I'll take care of the birth control. You just make sure they don't have anything to give me but sperm.
"According to the clinic, I didn't catch anything Saturday night. So at least that group o' fuckers is clean. But I want guarantees, Bob. 'Cause, the first time I walk away from here with a disease, I'll burn the fuckin' place to the ground with you in it."
Bob looked down, shook his head and chuckled. He clasped his hands together in front of himself and looked back up at me.
"I admire your spunk, kid," he said to me, sounding sincere. "But really, we're more into the submissive chick—one that's not actually consenting… ya know."
"Hey, you have no idea what it took for me to come here today. That won't be a problem. Oh, I may walk in there voluntarily, but I'll be nervous as hell.
"If you were to force me into the room, I won't be any more or less inclined to resist than last time. But I do imagine it's gonna take… a couple o' guys… to get me into it; just like last time. And hey, nobody seemed to have a problem with it once I did become willing. So what's the problem now?"
We stared silently at one another for a few seconds. I continued.
"At least do it for me this once. Ok, so yeah, I'm consenting. But I'm consenting to it knowing that I have no say in what's done to me once it starts."
Bob folded his arms over his chest. "What are you really after, Nikki?"
"Tony knew that smokin' dope would make him pass out and he did it anyway. He gave me up to a room full o' drunk cocks. I wanna teach him a lesson.
"He's supposed to meet me here tomorrow evening to confront you guys about taking advantage of me." I grinned. "You just get the guys here. But this time, I want Tony to watch the whole thing.
"That's what I want, Bob; that, and the scary excitement of uncertainty I had Saturday night."
"I'll have to tell Eddie, 'cause we're using his room," Bob explained. "But otherwise, I'll keep it to myself that you're actually consenting to being gang raped again."
I nodded to him then glanced at my watch. With more than two hours to kill before work, I followed Bob back into the house.
- COMMENTS
bdsmbillover 17 years agoThis is the non-consent section, and, oddly enough, the stories posted in this section involve people who didn't consent. Even though this is true (and obvious), most every story gets a comment or more about how taking someone without their consent is so wrong. Duh! Of course it's wrong, but these are just stories -- fantasies, as you pointed out.
So, the author always has to ignore a few of these ignorant comments. Yes, in addition, many stories involve someone forced who enjoys it in spite of themselves. That too is a pretty common fantasy. It doesn't matter whether it happens that way in "real" life, because this isn't real life.
I liked the story in general, and had no problem with the non-consent aspect. I expected it, considering the section where it was posted. Thanks for writing it and posting it here. It is an act of courage for a writer to put their work into public view. Good job.
PlayfulNikkiover 17 years agoAuthorYes, in reality, rape is a terrifying and dangerous thing to experience. But my story is a rape FANTASY. By definition, physical rape is a situation wherein you’ve lost control of your person. By contrast, in a fantasy, even one about being raped, you remain firmly in control. I hope you really don’t have a problem distinguishing between the two concepts, as this would suggest dissociative thinking.
I do find curious the notion that my story is so “cliché.” The story I wrote is based upon an actual fantasy I’ve had for years—well before I ever knew of this web site. And I’m not a particularly avid reader (porn or anything else). Still, because of the comment, I’ve spent some time now perusing the non-consent stories, and you’re correct; it does seem to be very frequently recurring theme. To me, this speaks volumes of the prevalence of such fantasies.
If the story comes across as cliché, well I regret that. However, I did write the story for me. Again, thank you for your comments.
Anonymousover 17 years agoSome years ago there appeared a piece titled "Celeste's Credulous Assumptions" setting out a number of the cliches so common in this genre. One of the most common is the victim of gang rapes who turns out to just LOVE it.
At least your narrator wasn't a virgin when she learned to love being raped - that's another cliche
