A Surprise

For a while now I have fantasised about being sexually used by a stranger, helpless to prevent it from happening. For some reason, I find the idea of being degraded in such a way and left in a useless wreck REALLY hot. Last weekend, my rape fantasy finally became a reality.

The rape was incredibly well set up, and I had absolutely no idea that it was coming. Lilith had taken me up to Manchester, and I was expecting to spend a dirty weekend with her and one of her friends whom I had not met before. On the first night we went out for a lovely meal, and, as I understood it, were going to head back to the hotel where her friend would meet us an hour or so later. Even as we opened the door to the hotel room, Lilith held conversation, giving away no clues that she knew that her friend was hidden behind the door, dressed in black, masked and gloved, and ready to grab hold of us both from behind as we stepped into the room. It was very sudden - I remember hearing her scream and then feeling her lying next to me as my face was pressed into the floor by the strange man. I can't remember the exact details of what happened next. I struggled a lot as the man tied my wrists behind my back and forced a hood over my head. 

I was totally disorientated when he held the knife to my throat, and it came as a bit of a shock. he leant right into me, and calmly asked 'Is there anyone else here apart from you two?'

'No.'

'Is your boyfriend here?'

'No.'

'Where is her boyfriend?'

'Not here.'

'Is he coming later?

'No.'

Seemingly satisfied, he pulled the knife away from my throat and started to move towards Lilith. I took the opportunity to try to get out of the wrist tie, but he was instantly right back in my face. 'There is an easy way or a hard way. You do as I say, or your friend gets hurt and then you do as I say.' To prove the point, he slapped her around the head. I heard her hit the floor, and then his footsteps slowly coming towards me. I didn't realise that he was close enough to grab my hair, so it came as a shock when he pulled my neck upwards and dragged me over to look at her, passed out on the floor, her hair lying in her own vomit. 

'You think I'm not serious about this? You see that? I. Don't. Care. She doesn't matter.' Then he pushed me backwards, and pulled out the knife. He held it inside my open mouth. 

'You know what an Italian Smile is?' I nodded. 'You answer wrong, and she gets one. Easy way or hard way?'

I had to give in really. 'Easy'. 

'Good.' He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the bedroom, burning my elbow and knee on the carpet as he went. 'Now stay there while I make sure she hasn't already choked on her own sick, and I'll ask her the same thing.' 

I heard his footsteps heading back towards her, and I faintly heard him talking quietly in her ear, but I couldn't make out what was said. Instead of waiting to find out I tried to manouvre myself into the bathroom, which I knew that I could lock myself into. I could have managed it, but I knew that, really, I didn't want to. So I waited, hidden behind the bathroom door. 

When he came in, he was dragging Lilith across the floor by her hair and she had a pained expression on her face. He threw her to the floor, and dragged me back into the room. He held the knife to the back of her calf; 'You try that again and I slice through all of her tendons. Got it?'

'Yes. Sorry.'

He went over to Lilith again. 'Where is your money?' She pointed to her handbag, and he emptied the contents across the floor, hitting her over the head in the process. Then he came back across to me, took his knife out, cut my clothes off and forced me over the end of the bed. 

'Right. Now you have a choice. Either you are good and take this, or you end up knocked out on the floor like your friend over there.'

So I lay still, listening to him take off his trousers behind me. He didn't take any time, he just thrust his (extremely large) cock inside me. HARD. And fast. His hand forcing my face into the pillow. And it felt AMAZING. 

When he was done, he made sure that my hands were secure behind my back, picked up a laptop and a purse and left. When he returned, he was unmasked and both he and Lilith were wearing huge grins. 

I had absolutely no idea that this was going to happen at all. However, as soon as I saw the masked stranger and heard Lilith's scream, I had worked out with about 90% confidence that it wasn't real (although the accidental vomit was a nice touch). And, as much as I enjoyed the initial fear, the knowledge that I was safe allowed me to relax into the experience. I would like to repeat this experience, trying to find a way to make me question my confidence just very slightly. Unfortunately, I have come very close to being raped for real in the past, and I therefore do know how I react in such a situation; with very cold, calm, emotionless logic. There were several times during this experience when my brain had come up with an escape plan (for example, heading for the bathroom), and I think that it would be difficult to get any other reaction out of me. But the beauty of that is that I knowingly and willingly surrendered to my rape. And I loved every minute of it.