I confess my ex used to want me to kidnap and rape and kill a girl
As she suck her tits and kissed her .she wanted to see her punish
And die as she took my cock angry at the girl .she even used to say
she like see me fuck her dead body after she would talk about it as we fucked
And tell me what girls she fancy and what girls we know she wanted me to get

I confess that I have the huge fucking urge to kidnap my ex girlfriend and use her sexually, now I know you guys are probably thinking it would be rape..but Im sure the little slut would enjoy it. She still calls me every time she gets in a fight with her fat hippie boyfriend and I go for runs around her neighborhood shirtless at the same time she walks her dogs (we only live 2 miles away) Anyone have any ideas of how I could do this? a friend of mine told me about chloroform but how the fuck can I get that? and what about the dose? I don't want to fucking kill her..I just want to give her enough to knock her out, take her to my apartment and have some good ol fun, any ideas would be highly appreciated... I don't even know what to say to get her to hang out with me!! All I know is that this girl was a keeper...she loved taking it in the ass, she swallowed and had the sickest rape and daughter fantasies ever. I am pretty sure once she gains consciousness and sees her self tied to our old bed (we lived together) she is going to enjoy getting fucked again by me. Of course..I will post pictures if this happens :). I had pics of her all over the net when we were together but out of respect I took them all out by her request when we broke up...I re assure you guys if this happens she would be more than willing to see her self being jacked off too on the net.

I confess....I love photoshopping wedding pictures into kidnap/rape scenes. What would you do to this mother and daughter?

I have a confession. I'm a 18 year old male and I fantasize about being raped by a bunch of big black men. I want a bunch of black men to break into my house at night when I am sleeping and then they start to rape me. then they kidnap me and make me there sex slave for the rest of my life. what do you think about my fantasize. leave comments and send me pics of your cocks.

I confess. I spend a lot of my time fantasizing about kidnapping and raping friends, family, and coworkers. For example, at work, there are two girls, I'd love to do this to.

One, is a petite little latina with a fiery personality. Normally she'd be meh, but she sticks her ass out and wiggles it as she walks, making her shirt ride up, framing her perfect little ass. And once I found out she has a daughter? Oh god the fantasies just keep piling up.

Second would be another girl I barely see. White girl, but one of those thick (thick, not fat) girls with a HUGE WHITE GIRL BOOTY. I'm talking wide hips, huge bubble butt. Best part is, she always wears a superthin white nurses pants. And since her huge ass booty sticks out, it presses hard against the fabric, showing her panties clear as day, so it looks like shes not even wearing pants from behind. Takes all my willpower not to smack that ass. I daydream of her gagged and bound on my table at home, ass in the air, me free to smack, spank, fuck and fist that ass however I want.

Then I have a friend, a cute little goth/punk latina girl. Dyed hair (usually blue or purple) and gorgeous eyes. I always dreamed of her looking up at me as her mouth is around my cock. Also, something about how she dresses all punkish makes me wanna kidnap her, strip her, and dress her up in cutesy, little girly panties. Dunno why I have that fetish, but I'd love to do it to her. Be hot to see such a punker put in such cute panties.

Then, I have a cousin I recently reunited with. She used to be this annoying little shit, kinda ugly in a white trash kinda way. But holy SHIT she grew up. Nice, curvy, and gorgeous, but in a slutty, nightclub kinda way. Would love to have her trussed up as a fucktoy in my room.

The list goes on. But I love the idea of just takin em as fucktoys. If I could get away with it, oh the wonders that would happen!

Confession#1
I have access to multiple friends house's and when they are on vacation I go to their house's and dress up in there clothes (my friends sisters clothes) Where I hump blankets and bust nuts etc... I also steel their clothes for my own personal use at my home.
Confession#2
I have a interest in bestiality as well one of my friends have a dog Ive sucked his dick and been mounted by him. I usually dress up like a woman in their sisters clothes and pretend im them getting mounted and fucked. I have never successfully been penetrated. I am also sad the dog is neutered.
Confession#3
I have licked and sucked and inserted a few of my friends and moms dildos and vibrators in my ass.
Confession#4
Ive stalked and broke into a girls house multiple times and stole clothes (contemplated hidden cameras)
Confession#5
I also am into rape and kidnapping and child pornography 12-13-14-15-OLD. I have contemplated kidnapping and raping a girl on Halloween night.
Confession#6
Ive eaten my own cum and gave myself facial. Why dressed up like a girl.
Confession#7
Im really into incest I get off to my niece and some cousins. I also fantasize about my friends fucking there sisters.

I dont think im gay I think I might be in the wrong body but I really like girls and pretending to be them. Or I think I might just get bored and try different things to get me off because sometimes the other things get old.

I have always fantasized about women kidnapped and tied up. It probably started with the old "Batman" TV show, then police shows with sexy young victims. Back then, we didn't have serial killers, we had psychopaths. I would check out the TV Guide for that word, hoping to see some young lovely abducted, tied, and helpless.

As the years went on, I discovered detective magazines, with their bondage covers and lurid headlines: "Let's Rape the Girl Next Door!" The mix of the fear and helplessness of the victims, and the fact that they almost never got away alive, mixed together to turn my fantasies darker. I especially enjoyed strangling, but also liked hanging and bagging. The idea that you could stop, let her get her breath, then resume the fun, prolonging her agony indefinitely really turned me on.

I tend not to like scenarios with female assailants, only because I like to imagine myself in that role. I also generally don't like more than one attacker, for the same reason. I'm a solitary predator, and I'm selfish about keeping my prizes for myself.

I want to be raped. (I'm a girl, i've attached a picture of me.)
I want to be kidnapped and taken to some warehouse and beaten and fucked.
I want to be held up at gun point, crying my eyes out, while my ass is tore open.

I can't admit this to anyone I know. I tried telling my best friend this desire and she asked me what I was on.

Is it so wrong that a woman, who are supposed to be good sluts, wants raped?

   There's a love spell you can cast by leaving your semen in a girls conditioner. You'll be on her mind, literally. I suppose it's as effective as using her lingerie to beat off. I just like the idea of my seed soaking into her scalp. 
   Sometimes I jerk off to true crime stories like
"I survived" when the victims describe their kidnap and rape. I guess I'm a bit twisted, but I think I'm harmless. 
   I knew a guy that shot steroids and smoked crack constantly. Instead of licking windows he'd jack his Persian cat off. His explanation was that the he didn't have hands or thumbs and who was I to judge him for having fun too? I used to butt fuck his smoking hot wife with his permission. She loved it when I'd put my fire poker up her ass as she was taking a hit. Now that guy was nuts.

I confess that my bitch of an ex is a fucking weak ass slut. I would love nothing more than to destroy her reputation right now. Destroy all her hopes and dreams like she destroyed mine for a future with her. So I am going to tell you all some fucked up shit about her. She is a cheating cunt. She likes to fuck dogs (have the video's to probe it) wants to be raped (one of her favorite fantasies is to be kidnapped and taken to a basement where she is forced to be a slave to the kidnapper) and wants to be used like a dirty slut.

Who wants to know more? I may even post pictures. I am just so pissed!

I once had a fantasy that made even me concerned for my mental well being. I fantasised about a group of older men finding me an kidnapping me rapeing all my holes and turning them from tight to big holes in minutes. I imagined being whipped, caned, slapped, soaked and more till I bled and was bruised. To make it even better I fantasised about the men trafficking me and locking me in a cage to auction me. They did my boobs and ass to make them bigger and more desirable and put me up for sale where a middle aged man brought me and took me home where he'd let his friends use me or publicly humiliate me by fucking my holed making me pee outside and taking me to dog parks for walks naked.

Just got off on a Criminal Minds episode where 3 guys kidnap a stripper and rape her over and over and they make her dance for them on a pole they have in the place they're keeping her (she's rescued in the end). I think it'd be hot to role play as a stripper who is forced to have sex with a group of guys.

I have a confession. I'm a 18 year old male and I fantasize about being raped by a bunch of big black men. I want a bunch of black men to break into my house at night when I am sleeping and then they start to rape me. then they kidnap me and make me there sex slave for the rest of my life. what do you think about my fantasize. leave comments and send me pics of your cocks

there is this girl on facebook who i absolutely love more then anything and we used to talk all the time.. but now we hardly ever talk and i feel like she abandoned me .. now all i can think about is raping her..kidnapping her and making her my own personal fuck slut, i want to gag on my cock drink my piss and i want to Completely destroy her ass and her pussy with my cock .. ..

i dont want to feel like this .. can any one help me to over come this feeling ?

I confess I want to kidnap these girls and rape them one by one infront of each other. I would ravage every hole in these girl's bodies for months, then make them fight over who survives.

Message me :D

Anyone else here love the thought of kidnapping girls, raping them, and enslaving them?

Bitches are our property.

Shock over Zimbabwe�s hard gang-raping women
Friday 8 October 2010 / by Alice Chimora

An unprecedented high rate of women gang-raping men in Zimbabwe has baffled the country and has forced police boss to institute full scale investigations into the motive.

Police Commissioner-General Augustine Chihuri says the force is still trying to establish the motive behind the increase in the number of cases of women gang-raping men.

Shocked citizens say the bizarre trend appears to be driven more by superstition. The prowling women are believed to carry condoms, which they take away after intercourse, ostensibly to use the semen for ritual purposes. But like in most African countries, a man admitting to rape by a woman in Zimbabwe is seen to be embarrassing.

Nevertheless, an increasing number have in recent weeks found themselves doing the unthinkable � going to the police to report being raped by a woman.

In the past two months, a recurrent modus operandi is used by women rapists: unsuspecting men are offered a ride, only to find themselves being driven to secluded bushes where they are forced to have sex at gun point.

Such cases started surfacing late last year when a middle aged man reported to the police in the Midlands that he was raped, spent a week in a smoke-filled hut.

The married man and father of three said he was given a daily dose of porridge laced with an unknown powder to enable him to have sex with the two armed women. He was later dumped on the roadside with little energy after the week-long ordeal.

And although the police refused to investigate his report, an increase in such cases has alarmed police. The latest case which could have forced police into action was reported last Friday when a 26-year-old police offer became the latest victim in a string of sexual assaults by gangs of women on men.

On Thursday, October 7, Chihuri said, "Women seem to be fast overtaking men. We now have a few men going to the police stations reporting such cases. I don�t know why and maybe as time goes on we will know why," he said.

The police chief warned that the law would deal with anyone who failed to respect it. "Let me warn all social miscreants who have taken it upon themselves to soil the country�s social fabric, cultural norms and values by perpetrating abominable and weird activities of women sexually molesting men, sometimes at gunpoint and those that have hogged the lime light by engaging in shocking incestuous relations, to stop the practices forthwith.

"Those found on the wrong side of the law will be professionally dealt with accordingly without fear or favour," Chihuri said.

In August, Claude Mararike, sociology lecturer at the UZ and a former head of the Zimbabwe National Association of Traditional Healers was quoted saying, �We are a very superstitious country and I suspect people who do this (rape) may want to use the male semen for some rituals�

Rituals are not new in Zimbabwe, but they have for long been confined to the business sector where murders were carried out for body parts, with the belief that this would make a business flourish.

Two weeks ago two armed women forced a 44-year-old man into having sex with them while another man stood guard after giving him a lift to Karoi town from Westgate in the capital Harare.

In July police reported that four women forced themselves on a 25-year-old Masvingo man at gunpoint after forcing him to drink an unknown concoction that afterwards made him pass out for eight hours.

Some men believe the women force the men into having sex just for fun and dismissed that this was driven by superstition or desire to get rich quickly.

A month earlier, a report was carried in the media of three women who kidnapped an 18-year-old man in Chitungwiza town and forced him to be intimate with one of them. Of all the places, they chose to commit the heinous act at a cathedral in Harare�s city centre.

I've known this girl for about five years. A year ago we lost contact. She called me yesterday and said last year she was kidnapped and raped. Said she got pregnant and left the state to have the baby and gave it up for adoption. She is a sexy small white girl with small tits and a fat round bubble butt. She likes to fuck black guys and I couldn't help thinking she got what she deserved for fucking with them, but I couln't help myself I busted a fat load of cum wen I got home imagining her sexy white ass and pussy being pounded and violated by some big niggers dick while she layed there and cried. She wants me to come see her hopefully she'll tell me all about it.

Since a couple of years I've got this intense and undenyable fantasy about getting a couple of men and/or women to kidnap and rape my wife, forcing her to cum over and over again and turning her into a slut... all of it to be filmed and sent to me in secret...

I'm a fan of kidnapping bondage and rape fantasy. I remember growing up playing Cops and Robbers and Charlie's Angels with the neighborhood girls. I would pretend kidnap them and tie them up and some I even dry humped cumming in my pants and underwear. Has anyone had similar experiences and then gone so far to ensure their daughters had the props to play bondage games too? Have you come home to find the neighbors girls tied up and gagged too?

i am a 25 year old male who lives in south texas, corpus christi specifically --- i am looking for people to chat with who are into the same things i am-- young, beastiality,incest rape, young kidnap and rape fantasies,, anything along that vein-- if you are a like minded female or male leave your e-mail and lets talk

I am a 19 yr old female from NSW australian. and i have a fantasy that i want to be kidnapped and gang raped while im blindfolded so i dont know whats going to happen next ... or i want to be chained up in a mens public bathroom in the urinal and used by all the strange men that walk in.... who wants to fullfil this fantasy for me? what would you do to me?

i confess that my x gf is a total slut and want to kidnap her n have her raped by 20 niggers till she never wants sex again

Johnny Cunningham, 43, of Euclid: Trial begins Monday on charges of rape, kidnapping, felonious assault and being a repeat violent offender for a 1991 rape conviction. He's accused of grabbing a 37-year-old woman Oct. 31 at East 193rd Street and Euclid Avenue, dragging her into bushes and raping her. He was arrested at a nearby bus stop.

A Lake County Common Pleas Court jury has found a former Painesville resident guilty of kidnapping and raping a teenage girl.

Migel Gross, 36, was found guilty on charges of rape, kidnapping, gross sexual imposition and unlawful sexual conduct with a minor.

According to the indictment, Gross removed the female victim from a Painesville location in February 2008 and then forced the girl to engage in sexual conduct.

The girl was 14 at the time of the offense and she did not know the defendant.

The trial began Monday.

The the jury returned its verdict about 5 p.m. Wednesday.

Judge Eugene A. Lucci said Gross faces between 10 and 18 years in prison for the offenses.

�It depends on whether the kidnapping charge is seen as a separate act or part and parcel of the rape charge,� Lucci said.

It won�t be Gross� first stint behind bars.

In April 2006, Lucci sentenced Gross to four years in prison for trafficking cocaine and corrupting another with drugs.

Gross was granted judicial release less than nine months later but ended up serving the remainder of the sentence after violating the terms of his probation.

Gross� sentencing is slated for 11:30 a.m. May 12.

When news of the kidnapping of Elizabeth Smart first broke in 2002 I jerked off numerous times to the picture of the pretty little blond girl from Salt Lake city. I even cut out a picture of her from the local paper, and jerk off onto it, all the while dreaming about having that pretty little blond girl tied up, struggling and crying in distress underneath me. All the while I slowly rubbed my cock and balls over her innocent face. Fast forward to present day and now the world has learned that indeed, for the nine months Miss Smart was missing she was tied up like a dog (mmmmmmm) and subjected to almost daily rapes! It would be nice to hear in greater detail just exactly what sexual acts she was forced to submit too. Did her captor just fuck her missionary style the whole time? Or did he get freaky, fuck her doggy style, or throat fuck her, all the while slapping her, and spitting in her face?
Anyone else get turned on my stuff like this?

I get off on the idea of having my sis in law and her 2 young daughters kidnapped, raped, and turned into bondage sluts.

Alright my confession is when I was younger me and my sister use to play cops and robbers and one time well playing it we played where i kidnapped her and then "raped" her we ended up having sex we where young I had no idea what happen but then we did it again this time we where home alone she asked what i wanted to do and i said the same thing we did before it felted good we talked about it and i told her i didn't mind what happen when we where younger she said if she knew what she was doing she won't of done it but i just spent 4 days at her house and i just can't stop thinking about wanting to do it again like I want her so bad but now shes married and has 5 kids i know theres like no shot that it would happen again but i want it to happen again even if its just a little thing like a one time thing i think i would love that but i know theres no way it will happen..

so im stoned, grammer may be an issue. im torn about about a woman i like at work. i can try to convince her i love her, marry, and have naughty sex with her that way. -vs- Kidnap her daughter and tell her that i will rape her unless mom does all the perverse things i say. (dogs, hard dp, the basics.) then when mom is used. tie her up and make her watch me do her daughter anyway. dog, hard dp, the basics.

I'm 16 secretly a crossdresser
and i have this fantasy...
I want to be kidnapped, raped and then tied up in the guys basement only to be used as a slave

The Witch Trial of Grace - 1

With desperation, Grace sat in the dark dungeon. She closed her arns around her naked body, because she shivered, it was horrific cold. The heavy chains, which bounded both of her hands and feet and her neck to the hard wall, rattled loudly. How could this happen? 2 Days ago, she was a normal women without problems. But suddenly, she was kidnapped in the town, brought to the judge, which accused her of Witchcraft and sentenced her to die through being burned alive. Because she didn't confess, she was brought to the prison, forcefully stripped naked and chained here, in this dark, dirty, cold cell.
Grace layed her head on her legs and started sobbing loudly. She doesn't want to be tortured, neither she want to die. Being burned alive was the most horrible death someone could experience. All the women in town were afraid to be brought to the prison and being tortured as witch. You could often hear the Women here screaming in a Way, that you just could imagine in the darkest dreams, what was happening to this poor, helpless women. The next Time you see them, they are burned alive, in front of All the town. And once again, they screamed their Voice out of themselves. And now, Geace was not just a watched anymore. She was one of the screaming girls herself now. And nobody would help her. The city wanted to see her suffer and die.
Grace was a 24 year old Woman, red haired and very pretty. That made her fears even worse, because the young, pretty witches was extremely hard tormented. It was told in the city, they got raped, humiliated, much heavier tortured then older witches and more. Grace was in the worst situation, she could be. She had no Chance to survive and she would soon find out, what made the other witches screaming like that. Another wave of brutal desperation ocerwhelmed ger. How horrible it would be?

I want to kidnap a pregnant woman and rape all of her hole. I want to humiliate and degrade her. I want her to beg me not to do anything to hurt the unborn child. When i got bored with her i would tie her hands behind her back and hoist her in to the air. I would then lower her on to a slightly sharpened fence post centering it on her ass. As it tore into her ass and penetrated the wall of her colon boring its way up through her body I would use her fat pregnant belly as a punching bag until the top the fence post came out her mouth.

Starting in June of 2006. i graduated HS in 2005. I'm 25 now, this was when i was 19. I had a rough school year that year, i studied my ass off and was struggling all year in school, when i got to the point where i said fuck it, and just dropped every class. i got a job apprenticing at a tattoo shop (not really a job, i didn't get paid i just got free tats and was first learning how to be a tattoo artist myself) when i started smoking weed a lot more than i ever really did before. I also tried coke for the first time, and would drink regularly.

I met a guy through the shop, who i will refer to as "Mark". mark was like 30 something at the time, working as a piercer there. he always had girls coming in and getting piercings from him, going in his booth for up to 20 minutes at a time, and i never saw money exchange hands. a lot of the time, the girls definitely didn't look 18, and I'm sure their parents weren't there letting this happen. my suspicions got the better of me after being there about 2 months and i walked into his booth to borrow his cell phone charger, and he's getting a blow job from a girl while her other friend was sitting at watching and laughing. he told me to come in, and i was just standing in the doorway, with the curtain over my shoulder, unsure as to what to do. he told the other girl i was a tattoo artist there, and that she should hook up with me. without really any hesitation, she got up and started to come over to me and kiss me. i kissed her back for about 10 seconds, before i pushed her off and walked out. after a couple minutes they all came out of the booth and the girls left and mark came back over to me. he was laughing lightly and simply asked me why i didn't get a blow job or fuck her or whatever. and i was like well man, i have a girlfriend, you know that. and plus i don't even think those girls were legal. and he said and ill never forget exactly what he said to me that day. "who fucking cares about their ages man? they want dick just as much as any girl". and i was totally about to debate him, but i had no valid argument. i agreed.

I've always known deep down i find younger girls (around 14 - 18) attractive, but never really fantasized about doing anything about it. but i definitely realize their beauty. working at the tattoo shop i got to see a lot of girls, and after picking up piercing in 2008, i got to pierce a lot of tits. some clits, but they were older women and 20 something year olds. the 17 year olds coming in getting their tits pierced was awesome as fuck though, and even one time, a mother and daughter both got them done at the same time. mothers tits were saggy as fuck and gross though.

now i apologize to anybody thinking this is the extent of my confession. that was only the beginning, I'm trying to give you a light history as to how this whole thing happened. i was exposed to younger girls for a couple years. i worked with mark off and on, at two different shops together. we shared girls and even had a foursome with two girls somewhere along the lines, but after awhile, it wasn't cutting it for me. i wanted more excitement, i wanted more passion.

i started using cocaine heavily at this point, winter 2009. it wasn't to the point i was beating anybody for drugs or stealing or anything, but a lot of my income (at that time i was making around 60k a year) was going to blow. i was constantly working, i co owned a shop with a friend of mine from high school, and we were doing ok. he also did coke, and i was the one who sold it to him. He became ALOT worse than me at it, and he would go on binges of 2 or 3 days without sleep or food. he was to the point it was almost sickening to watch.

well after awhile of this behavior from him, he started messing around trying to get a lot more coke than he could afford, trying to sell it. he was cutting it so much, he couldn't even sell it to anyone because it was shit, and secondly, i was selling to everyone he was trying to sell it to. this pissed me off, but i let it slide and kind of helped him out and would give him more than i would give anyone else.

well i remember the day, he calls me at like 2:45am. i shoulda said i remember the night, but oh well. early morning. he sounded like fucking shit, like he had just blown an eight ball and called me a second later. he was talking fast as hell rambling on about fucking up horribly. this was normal for me, i would listen, mumble every things gonna be ok, and tell him id see him tomorrow. well he started to yell, then get quiet and say to himself no don't yell don't yell. he said dude you have to come over my house. you have to come over right now. and i kept asking him why, what was so important? he just basically broke down and said he couldn't tell me, but he needed me to come over. so i got on my clothes i took off about a half hour before to try to get a couple hours of sleep, and headed to his apartment. it was only 4 blocks away so i ran.

i go in his building and up to his floor and knocked on his door. he let me in after it sounded like he was moving shit around, and i came in took off my jacket and said what the fuck was the big deal?

he lead me into his family room and sat me down on the couch. at this point I'm pissed that he's all coked out, hasn't paid me yet for any of it, and is probably going to rant on about how he needs more or something. well he looks at me and is like, we need to go to the store. we need a lot of things. and i look at him and say dude, what the hell are you talking about? i get up, and I'm walking over to the kitchen to at least drink a beer because I'm awake, and i almost fell over. i fucking kicked a body laying on the ground.

under me, on the hardwood floor, was a girl, half naked, with only pajama pants and socks on. laying on the floor. no blood, no wounds or anything. I'm thinking ok so she's passed out drunk or something. maybe she's sleeping and he wanted her to leave. but then it occurred to me. why the fuck would he call me, tell me to come over in such a rush and say we needed to go to the store to buy things? I'm pretty sure this bitch is dead at this point. i back away. i almost vomited. i sat back down. i asked him to explain how the fuck this was happening.

he told me he got the ball from me earlier in the night when we were leaving the shop (around 1030, it was a slow weekday night) and he went to his friends house. his friend apparently didn't have any money to do the blow, so he came up with an idea. he was going to get my friend some pussy for some coke. my friend of course said ok, that would be fine. the other guy said he would have to go out and call his friend and for my friend to come with. they both hopped in the car, and while they were driving through the city, the other guy randomly stopped on side street. a girl they had passed was walking past the side street, and didn't walk down it, and kept walking. the guy then turned the car back on, and pulled onto the main street then onto another side street. he turned off the car, and got out this time. the girl walked down the side street, and apparently the guy struck a conversation with the girl.

my friend is thinking at this point that the girl is this guys friend, and she's going to come and fuck him later. well, the guy takes out a rag, puts it over her mouth, yells at my friend to open the back door, they throw her in the car, and they drive off back to his friends house. when they get to the house, for one reason or another, the guy didn't want to stay there, so they went to my friends house. the one who's living room I'm sitting in now wondering why theres a body on the floor.

so once inside, my friend started to scream at the guy and all this shit, and the guy casually explains, he found someone my friend could fuck, and when he was done, all they'd have to do is put her somewhere out of the city after feeding her a bunch of xanax and she wouldn't be the wiser. well how coked up my friend was, he went along with it. he said he and his friend fucked her for an hour or two, and then his friend left unexpectedly to let my friend deal with the girl. my friend said he couldn't drag her out of his apartment alone or drive her anywhere because he didn't have a car. so this was apparently where came in. well the first thing i did once i knew the whole story, i went back over to her. checked her pulse. thank fucking god she was alive.

second thing i did, was ask if he had any xanax. and he said of course. i asked if he had fed her any yet. he hadn't. so i crushed up two 1mg pills put it in a shot of water mixed it around, i layed her on her back and poured it down her throat. good, now she will be out for a little longer. i wasn't trying to have her wake up in the middle of my brainstorming.

now i know what you think. yeah this guy couldn't have been so calm and collected during this. I'm writing this years later, describing what i was DOING. my mind was absolute shit at this point. i had vivid hallucinations of police running through the door arresting us both. this girl looked 16 or so, she was half naked drugged and unconscious on my friends floor, and i just fed her anti anxiety pills commonly used for date rape.

i look at my friend after i gave her the zannies. i said i need to go home and get my car. we need to do this quick, before its like 5 or 6 am, and more people are leaving their apartments going to work or whatever the fuck their doing. anybody up at this hour is most likely drunk or fucked up so we should be fine if we get her to my car in 4 minutes and nobody sees. so I'm about to walk out the door. when it occurs to me.

i look back over at the floor, see this girl laying there. its too easy. as I'm walking over to her I'm taking my belt off. my friend looks at me like I'm crazy and is like what the hell are you doing?! we have to get her out of here man! and I look back and say, dude, if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll be the one laying on this goddamn floor. I'm tired, i got a bunch of shit to do tomorrow morning, you call me over here for the weirdest fucking request anyone has ever asked me, I'm going to fuck this girl. because if i don't, and we get fucked for this, i would totally regret not doing it. he started to argue me, i said stfu a couple more times, and he sat back down.

i got down on the ground, i took off her pajama pants. stared at her pubic hair airstrip down to her nice pussy. just looked at it for a minute. i licked my fingers, and slid two of them up and down her slit. i started to put them inside her, and it felt so weird. whenever i fingered a girl before, it was responsive, and would tighten up however i moved my fingers. with her, there was nothing. i was still rock hard, I've had a sleep fetish forever and this was pretty damn close to that. a girl who is laying there susceptible to whatever you want to dish out, taking it all no matter what.

i whipped my dick out and rubbed it along her clit, and as I'm doing this, i suddenly yelled to my friend, go and grab my fucking car and bring it back here. i threw him my keys. he got up and ran out the door. i looked back down at her, laying on her back, i started to slap her tits around. nice B cups, and bent down and sucked on the left one. then i guided my cock up to her pussy, and rubbed the head of it up and down her slit. i really had to spit on my dick like three times to get it wet enough to get it inside. once it was in, i just really pounded it like how you would beat off when you really just wanted to cum as quick as possible. after about two minutes of thrusting, i felt the cum building up.

i pulled out right before i busted, and i opened her mouth, and came into her throat. i took more water from a cup on the coffee table, and poured a little in her mouth. i put my clothes back on, washed my hands, washed my face with water, then i went and grabbed a bunch of baby wipes from the bathroom. yeah, i knew my friend had those, he docent use toilet paper he docent like it he uses those like pre wet baby wipes. weird, but in this situation i was thankful. i put one around my fingers, and shoved it up her pussy. rubbed it around the edges, and rubbed her face with it. i ended up grabbing around 10 more, rubbing her whole body down with them. i don't really know if that would destroy evidence, but i did it anyway.

after what seemed like eternity, my friend comes rushing in the door. he wants to know how were going to get her out of the apartment, and into the car. i asked where he parked, and he said out front. i said no you dumb fuck, theres a camera out front your building remember? we need to take her out the back in to the alley. I'm going to find some girls clothes and dress her up. he didn't have any clothes from girls or anything like that, so i put her in a big hoodie and picked her up. i said i would pretend she was sick and i would mutter how she needs to feel better and wed be home soon down the hallways so if anyone came out their door they would think i was ushering a sick girl home to her own bed. i said go now, get the car, and pull up out back. it took me about 10 minutes to carry her down 4 flights of stairs to the back door. thank god the only person who saw me was an old lady who was walking her dog to the end of the hallway to piss on her neighbors door. dumb bitch. everyone in the building hated her. she would probably forget in ten minutes i even passed her. i finally get outside, my friend has my car idling there. he opens the back door, i throw her in the seat, and i hop in and he gets in the back seat. i was going to say get up front, but it made more sense. when i pull over, he can just open the door and push her out.

i have no idea where I'm going to go to do this in a secluded area. so i just drive. i got on the highway, and i drove a couple exits till i wasn't in the actual city. every red light i was debating just doing it right there. but eventually, we got to a stretch of road that wasn't well lit and it was secluded. woods on both sides. so i pulled over real quick, and he opened his door, and kind of slid her off the seat. he told me i was good to go, and i drove forward, and he shut the door. i looked in the rear view mirror, she was about 3 feet off the shoulder on the grass, not super visible, but if you drove by, you would definitely see. no cars were coming, so i sped down the road and back onto another more lit road and drove around till i found the highway again.

by the way, he took off his hoodie i put on her, pretty much last second before i pulled over. thank god, because that might have been evidence against him.

so long story short, or should i say long story even longer, was we finally got back to his apartment, by this time, it was pretty much light out. we both get upstairs and i laid down on his couch. for what had happened, i was surprisingly calm. i felt pretty damn good. i told him it was fucked up to get into a situation like that, but hey, i was just as guilty as he was for going along with it. we drank a couple beers, decided on not opening the shop in a couple hours, and went to sleep.

i really never forgot about it like i woke up the next day and rehashed it so many times n my head, fucking her, pounding what felt like her lifeless body, and nutting all in her mouth. i knew my friend would never tell anyone either, i mean, why risk it? but anyway, the next night, we were at a bar we tend to frequent for a couple drinks a couple nights a week. somebody was talking about how someone they knew heard about someone THEY knew who got "kidnapped" and then was found outside the city the next day. me and my friend looked at each other, and asked the guy what he knew, and seemed mesmerized something like this would happen. it was almost funny in an eerie sort of way.

needless to say, nothing has ever come of it, and I've since quit all drugs completely, my friend still smokes weed and we both drink but other than that, were doing ok. the guy who actually grabbed the girl in the first place is in jail now apparently according to my friend. armed robbery. could of seen that coming.

well i feel a lot better, I'm confident that this won't get back to me, unless someone does a shitton of digging and finds out the actual incident, but i don't even think it was reported to the police or in the paper or anything. so good luck.

ONE LAST FINAL NOTE. to anybody who says pics or any bullshit, i totally would of taken pics and vids of her and me fucking her, but i still wouldntve posted them on here. maybe a pic if i blurred the face, but yeah ir egret not having a camera. well my hands fucking hurt like shit from typing this up so franticly. at least if you think its fake, you read the whole thing and enjoyed it. i know what i did. i don't care what you anonymous people think. the more people who think its fake, the better off i am anyway.

i wish i was a slave. im a 19 y.o chubby male and id love to be kidnapped or bought or something but either way i want to be a sex slave soo badly. tie me up, fuck me however you want, rape me with animals, il sleep in a cage, and the thing i want the most is to be turned into a girl, il follow any diet plan. il eat only cum if thats your orders.
ive never written all of this out for ppl to see but idk im getting soo frustrated lately because i need a master or mistress.

my confession is that i never bonded in a family way with my nieces, 7 and 9, so it doesn't bother me to think about fucking them. sometimes i jack to fantasies of them being kidnapped and raped.

I confess I wish I could see this vid...

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2243958/British-woman-kidnapped-gang-raped-Dubai-charged-drinking-alcohol-licence.html

"A British woman who was allegedly kidnapped and gang-raped by three men in Dubai...

Dubai Court of First Instance heard she was subjected to a sustained attack after being taken hostage and driven to a flat in Naif, a rundown area of Dubai.

She eventually escaped when the defendants left her on a mattress to find her own way home...

'They ignored my pleas and laughed at me, speaking to each other in broken English,' she said.

The men, all aged 20, left her dazed and lying on a mattress in the unlocked flat, giving her a chance to escape...."

I confess that regular porn doesn't turn me on. I prefer the thrill of the hunt instead.

Yeah, breasts and pussy and ass are nice, but they just don't do anything for me. But through a combination of trauma and mental disability, I would just look at the naughty bits and think "Oh! Those are naughty bits!". By themselves, they don't turn me on.

What does turn me on, however, is the act of restraint and confinement. You know, things like home invasions... kidnapping... taking a cute girl and fully restraining her, turning her into an unwilling vessel for sexual fun. There's something really exciting about hunting down a woman, fully restraining her so she can't get away... and then slowly fondling her, undoing her clothing, degrading and making her feel embarrassed... listening to her moan in defeat as I tell her what I want to do to her. Sliding my fingers into her panties despite her gagged cries to let her go... moaning softly into her ear as I take her, feeling her tighten around me, her body in full betrayal towards my will.

I hope to find a woman like Asiana Starr or someone similar someday. A girl who is utterly adorable and sweet and happens to like tough bondage, who not just knows, but anticipates the idea of a man binding her tightly and putting her in tough predicaments to chase that orgasmic high... who would gladly play into the idea of a rape fantasy, being bound and gagged in her own bed by a stranger who will not just use her, but torture her, ravish her, tell her what a good girl she is when she is forced to cum over and over again... but that's just a fantasy I have.

I am a 18yo make and I confess that I think Muslims are hot. I fantasies about being over in Iraq or Afghanistan walking in the desert and out of no ware a bunch of Muslim people kidnap me. They keep me in a cave and rape me. They make me there sex slave and force me to fuck and suck all of there military army. They fuck me for days in a row and the only thing I get to eat it there cum. So what are your thoughts on my fantasy. what would you do to me if I was your sex slave. post pic of naked Muslim people and yourself.

Shes at twitch con in paris right now, perfect time to kidnap and rape her. Whos joining me?

I confess I want someone to kidnap my wife and daughters, lock them in a basement, blindfold them, and let me tape them all get raped repeatedly by anyone or any animal they choose, and as rough as they like and long as murder isnt involved, and keep them there permanently as sex slaves. I want to see them violated in the worst ways. Any ideas on what youwould like todo with them?

I want my wife and I kidnapped together. Both of us tied up and gagged then they force me to watch them rape her

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

I wanna ass-fuck the slut on the right so bad i cant stand it!! i may have to resort to kidnap and rape.

I have a confession to make. This is real. I hate my sister. My little whore cunt fuck dumb slut little sister is 19, she's a whore in college. And I want her to suffer. I want to kidnap her, torture her and kill her slowly. I want her to truly suffer. I want to get real close to her face and tell her how much Ive always hated her fucking guts, and how she's such a peice of shit that her own brother is going to rape and murder her. I'd tell her everyone hates her guts all along, our family talks about her constantly, her friends hate her, I want her to piss herself on my cock while I plunge a knife in her chest and feel her pussy spasm. Fuck her to hell and back.

There is this girl I hate. I like fantasizing about how I would kidnap her, sew her pussy shut, beat her, dress her up like a bride, and rip her vagina open with my dick from behind, while choking her face with a wedding cake during improvised wedding ceremony. If that's not enough, I think of sewing our marriage rings to her clit and rip them off when it's time to exchange rings. Other times I fantasize how I'd rape her for months, use pain-inducing drugs and all kinds of physycal and mental torture like ripping her hand nails off or surprise-fisting her (virgin!) anus, or leaving her for days of loud white noise in cold dark chamber without food, and every day or two - slowly cut off parts of her while my penis stuck in her ass - one part at a time, until she has no arms, no legs, no eyes and ears, no teeth and tongue, so that she would ethernaly stay in the dark, not able to communicate in any way. And then I would return that meat bag back into society for rehab, so that she always think about me and fear/feel the pain, and shit in her bed until she went insane, while laying in some hospital in complete safety and comfort. I also would invent a tactile sign - a pinch maybe, which I would always use while torturing her, while she is still able to see me and what I'm doing to her, so that later I could come to hospital when she's convinced that everything is over and remind her that I'm still free and more importantly - close by. Among other things, when she hasn't yet been severely tortured, I'd make her do things to other people - raping and assraping a teen girl with a beer bottle (with a cap on), cutting off slices of her face skin and rubbing salt into wounds, assraping a small boy with a hand cut from a girl while chewing his dick and showing him a video of how this girl was tortured, boiling his leg in oil and eating it in front of him while he's dying from hunger, and many other disturbing stuff. And then I would torture her while blaming for selfishness - that she would prefer other people suffering rather than suffer herself, and that if she had properly refused I would have just let innocent people go. This is how I hate this girl. Most of all I hate her for making me think all these things and enjoy torturing her.

Can anyone cum tribute, cumshop, or photoshop these slutty friends of mine into some bdsm/kidnapping/rape scene? If not feel free to degrade!

I confess I want to be a big busty girl so I can suck and fuck black cocks and to be kidnapped raped and have my big slutty tits cut off ,,

Recently posted a story about my girlfriend Bea (Beatrice) and fulfilling fantasies, and whether I could or should full fill Bea's
I was also pointed out the picture I posted was of Sweet Krissy, this is correct, but I have no picture of Bea as was over nearly 30 years since we parted, but to give you all an idea of what she looked like, an honestly she looked the spitting image of Sweet Krissy I have 10-20 pics of Sweet Krissy as they was given to me when someone from Accra in Ghana West Africa did there very best to catfish me. Nah I played there game, but they used the same story as 99% of all cat fishers use.
Now that's been said, lets get back to the story about Bea's fantasy, that was very similar to my fantasy but I kept that quiet when we met up with a group of friends got drunk and all group told there fantasy I came up with a lame fantasy as I didn't want my girlfriend Bea to know we had similar fantasies, we did make our friend Shauny's fantasy become real along with his bran new girlfriend Sammi the morning after was so sore in pussy and ass holes she couldn't walk properly and had to borrow Bea's rubber ring doughnut to sit on, since this event we have repeated the night and what took place a few more times, with Shauny & Sammi, and we have made a similar fantasy come true for, other friends couple, Sara & John. But John wouldn't let Sara take my cock in her ass.

Now I would ask Bea about her Fantasy always after we had had a few drinks, a night out, and when we made love, I would never dare ask her when she was sober, I did once and she nearly tore my head off and there was total silence between us for nearly a week and she asked me to sleep in the spare room, she kept telling me it was just her fantasy she only mentioned it at the meal as she was drunk got excited just like everyone else, did, if I said we had made others fantasies come true, she laughed, said are you complaining.

A few weeks later, I was able to grab the opportunity, to ask Bea again about her Fantasy, and I asked would she like it to come true, hell yes she said, I then gave her a few more drinks and asked her to tell me the whole fantasy, I had the basics from other times, but to get it clear what she fantasised about and would envisage happening, I had to get her ply her with more drink,
I knew she wanted to be grabbed of the streets, kidnapped, and forced to have sex in any hole by a large group of men and perhaps another woman or 2.but I wanted more, as she started to tell me in great detail, I wanted to record what she said, so I sneakily put my phone on record she said taken by forced grabbed thrown into a car, or van in a darkened area as she walked home alone, stripped naked tied up blindfolded and gagged, then forced gang fucked in every hole over and over, then when they had finished using her they would bump her back where they took her from naked with her clothes put in to a carrier bag and thrown out the vehicle a short way away from her but in a well lit area.
I then took her home and fucked her pussy and ass as usual, I got Bea drunk on a few more times each time I asked about her fantasy, each time she got more graphic, added more and more things she fantasised would happen,
I was wondering to myself if I really should try make her fantasy come try, or could I even come close to fulfilling just half of the fantasy, I wasn't sure if I could pull it off. or if I should get help, but who ?
I knew it would take some careful planning, and I had to get complete strangers to pull it off, but I had to make sure she would be safe, maybe I could get the guy's from our group who was there at our nights out meals where fantasies was talked about, there was 8 of us, I decided, to get the guy's together, I knew they would love to have a chance at fucking Bea's holes, we chatted about it in private over a few beers, out the the 8 which included me only 5 was convinced the other 3 thought it was a mad idea, as it was only a fantasy told when she was drunk, only 2 of the guys had actually had there fantasies made real with there girlfriends me and Bea, so that idea was a no go, after a few beers a laugh game of pool we all went home nothing more was mentioned between the group of guys,
a day or so later Shauny called me and asked me to meet him and John, down the local pub, when i got there both had already arrived had lined up a few drinks and had seats in a private both, they was playing pool,
I sat down had a few sips of the beer they had gotten me, and waited for them to finish there game, any way we got to talking and Shauny brought up the idea of Bea's fantasy, and as I had helped and participated in bring there fantasies true, they wanted to help me bring Bea's true, ok I said on one condition its between only us 3, both Shauny and John has said that they had spoken to there girlfriend, Sammi and Sara, and they wanted to be in on what ever we planned, so the planning started, we agreed to all meet up a few days later and this time Sammi and Sara has to be there, I told all what was involved in her fantasy, they questioned me about It as they doubted Bea would be that dirty want that kind of thing, so I played them some of the recordings, I asked both couples why they really wanted to help me, obvious answer from the guys they just wanted to fuck Bea again the girls basically said the same, but added that they was left very sore both of them both could hardly walk properly for about a week, they both worked along side Bea, who was there manager at the travel shop they worked in, and Bea kept laughing, about the way they had to sit on the doughnut things, and kept saying looks like you been fucked in the ass by a horse, and they wanted her to have her fantasy come true, and they wanted to witness her having her ass and pussy torn up left really sore, I thought was a little bit sadistic but I could see there point, especially as be had taken part in making them sore.

so, now we was all together in the planning, we had to work out a rock solid plan of how to pull it off, Sammi came up with the idea of advertising for 10 guys complete stranger, to gangbang an in need girl, on a fetish internet site, one of Sara's brothers and his wife used it to find swinger couple's and parties, they told her about the site and said it catered for gangbang parties, she had looked at this site, and there was venues the men could take there wives girlfriends to to be gangbanged, and you could have the whole gangbang recorded, and all who was involved had to be members, and was vetted, and all venues was made safe for the women or man to be gangbanged, one of the venues was in our area, she would make contact with the venue owner/manager who ever, and we could hopefully meet up with him or her, to see if they could help set things up,
While I was waiting for Sara to make contact I carried on with some other little plans,
we had a few more group nights and a couple more private get togethers this time the 6 of us great sex sessions, all 3 of us guys fucked each others girlfriends, and the 2 girls always left sore, they couldn't understand how Bea took my cock in both her holes but never seemed to walk funny or be sore, as I am not bragging larger longer thicker than normal, both there boy friend are average length John is quite thick a lot thicker than Shauny how has a pencil dick, that some how makes Sammi happy,
Bea is a little worried about Sammi as she believes Sammi has a crush on me, I keep her there is nothing to worry about as I love her with all my heart, and if she didn't want me to fuck another woman I wouldn't, Bea said no it's ok as she likes these sex sessions, she like to see me fuck Sammi's ass and wants to see me fuck it harder, and she wants me fuck Sara's ass to she would persuade John to let me, as he hasn't let me so far, only fuck her pussy,

Sara eventually came back to me about 6 weeks after suggesting contacting the venue, she had arranged a meet with the owner who actually ran the parties, and sorted out memberships vetted people out,

All 5 of us went along to the meeting we talked about what we wanted told him it was a fantasy my girlfriend had, and that it could only happen after she had had a few drinks, and she was not to know it was going to happen, I described in great detail Bea's fantasy, his eye lit up, I certainly can help you out, supply a venue where Bea could be taken and gangbanged and it would be by complete stranger, bar us 5, he then asked what type of men what age group, how many men she fantasised about, if there could be any BDSM, light torture, pussy ass and tit spanking, toys if big , large, or as he described as OMFG size fisting, pussy or as or both single or double fisting, then if the men could DP her make her air tight, DP pussy DP anal, even triple and quadruple penetration then he went on about nipple and pussy clamps, to all our horror he mentioned animals, I had to stop him there that was a definite no go.
We all had to become member join that cost us £15 each not to bad, as there was a bar sauna, hot room, jacuzzi and food at the end of the night, and there was 10 double private rooms in the main building and 20 small chalets onsite that could be used by the participants for over night stays if wanted for a small fee.
Upon joining I was given a form to be completed, saying things that could happen things that was no go band,
Obviously I sat with the other 4 and filled this form in 8-12 guy's plus us 5 between the ages of 25-40, only White males average sized penis's no over weight guys and no muscle bound, all had to shave there penis's as I knew Bea hates pubic hair,
I would allow nipple pinching and twisting no biting, ass spanking but not to hard, no tit slapping or spanking, pussy slappy was ok, the girls made me put that in. blow jobs wanking deep throating gagging, but no coming in her mouth condoms required when fucking her pussy or ass, DP and air tight DP pussy but no DP ass fucking. toys yes, standard size only, could be tied up restrained, and pussy fisted 1 hand only not to deep no whipping no torture at all, no BDSM no face slapping no violence at all, no spitting in mouth lube must be used when ass fucking her, and no animals,
I gave the form back signed and dated, in fact we all signed,
then came the organisers, little bits, he could provide an unmarked black van, but we had to do the kidnapping, he wouldn't get involved in that, he would sort out the room make it look like an old disused office in warehouse, all sounded good so far, and he would book us 3 of the chalets,
Then came 2 crunch conditions the first he and his wife who we had not met but been shown pictures of would be involved, and the 2 girls other than Bea, IE :- Sara and Sammi if they wanted to be there involved they had to be part of the gangbanged, I thought well that's that they will never agree, if the girls did the guys wouldn't, but to my surprise they all jumped at the idea, John said I have 1 condition ok we agree to the girls being part of it but Sara, isn't to get ass fucked , we all agreed, signed shock hands said we be in contact to sort out a date, at that, the organised who's name was Vic by the way and his wife was Dotty, jumped up said I will be back 5 mins, he reappeared with a Calendar and he gave us 6 available dates, and the van would be booked out to us on 1 of those dates, the first 2 was to close and the last but one John and Sara was away on holidays
Then Sammi pointed out that the one date was actually Bea's Birthday, we could do the Friday night, and stay the weekend and if we all enjoyed ourselves have fun on the Saturday , OMG what a Birthday present that would be for Bea, and we would be out on the town getting merry anyway, Vic then said he had some liquid drops that we could put in Bea's drinks, a kind of date rape drug but not exactly one more of a Spainish fly type drug , this one would make her more feel more happy, giggly and sex hormones would kick in to over drive, in other words she be desiring sex and less likely to try fight, he gave me a small bottle told me to only use 3 drops max more could make her feel sick. we all left headed home.
it was all set up ready to go in 2 months time Bea's Birthday,
just had to work out the kidnap part how we was going to work it , so we could pull it off.

To be continued , Will it actually happen Could we pull it off, You will have to wait for the finally