Fantasy Stronger Than Any Reality

The events that I am going to write here happened to me a year ago. I have not told anyone about them and am still confused and ashamed of them.

I returned to my car that was parked in a large multi-story car park in the city center. The car park was busy and I was parked in the middle of it. I got in and put my seatbelt on before sensing something behind me. A voice sent a shudder straight through me.

"You will come to no harm I will not hurt or even touch you. Give me 30 seconds to explain and I promise I will leave the car after that time if you ask me to. If you let me I will talk you through a fantasy that I know you have in such a way that you will feel like you are almost experiencing it. As I have already said I promise not to touch you in any way.

I guess you are very frightened at this moment. That feeling of fright will only add to the fantasy if you are prepared to let it. I will give you the next few seconds to ask me to leave. If you don't I will start to talk you through the fantasy."

To say I was confused and very frightened was a huge understatement. A shiver went right through me and the hairs on the back of my head stood up. Of course I must tell him to leave. Anything could happen and all the worst possibilities flashed through my head.

I was just aware enough of myself to appreciate that my body was buzzing and a small part of me wanted to immerse myself in this madness. For some reason as if to stop myself from asking him to leave I held my breath. It is embarrassing to admit it but I think I just craved something exciting to happen in my boring repetitive life.

"I am so pleased that you want me to talk you through your fantasy. It is a fantasy that you would probably never wish to experience but this way you can get to almost experience it. If at any time you wish me to leave you only have to ask. I am now going to take you to a place in your mind that you have not shared with anyone else and you find difficult to even think of yourself.

Let me paint the picture of how it all comes to happen. You are at a party of a very well off friend of a friend of a friend. The girl who invited you and came with you has long ago disappeared with a good-looking guy she just met. Drink and drugs are openly being used but you have stayed on the booze only. Your eye is caught by a guy who you know is a close friend of the host.

Within a minute you are dancing with this very impressive guest. At the end of the dance he leads you up the stairs into an empty bedroom and you are slightly shocked at how happily you settle down to start making out. He is not over pushy and when he swallows a small tablet and offers you one you accept it without asking about it. You were not sure whether you were worried or happy when he locked the door and returned to the bed.

He had an incredibly persuasive manner and skilled hands that very quickly have you both out of all your clothes. You do fear at this point that this is going to be a wham bang thank you mam experience. He has a great body and a prick that looks delightful. It is no surprise to you that your body is very aroused by this good-looking personable man."

Back in the car the voice is so soporific I am completely living the story. My bodily reactions are those of the version of me in the story. I had been hypnotized once and I felt very similar in the fact that I seemed unable or unwilling to move my limbs. I sunk lower as I disappeared into the fantasy.

"Your view is suddenly reduced as he turns round on top of you so that you are in a 69. His tongue finds your clit while his hands find the cheeks of you bottom. As his prick is perfectly presented you take the good-sized head into your mouth. Your arousal has grown to levels that you cannot remember having. Is it the drugs or are you just enjoying great sex.

The next thing you hear is the sound of clapping and a number of congratulatory voices expressing delight. You push your new friend off your body with a force that surprises you. Everywhere you look there is another smiling, not smirking, face looking down at you. Actually it is four additional men all as naked as the day they were born. Your first reaction is to curl up and try and cover your boobs and your pussy.

You are told by one of the four that there is little point covering yourself as they had all seen you already and they would be seeing all of you as much as they wished. Congratulations were offered to your dance partner on his perfect taste and reference made to how well the girl you had arrived with picked her victims. This word sends you straight into panic. You were reduced to the status of victim.

The man who is clearly leading the way explains that all five of them will fuck you and will fuck you as many and in as many different ways as they wish. You can fight this or you can give in meekly. You have no intention of giving in and scream for them to get the fuck out. This is met with laughter as you are told that they all much prefer their victims to put up a spirited fight. The slap across the face stung badly and frightens you further.

While you try and recover you are turned over and flung face down in the middle of the bed with a number of pillows under your hips. Each leg is held apart by one of the men while your arms are trapped above your head as a man sits on them. There is a small prick in front of your mouth.

Comments are made about what a good job Bob, your dance partner, had done in arousing you. The terms to describe you are debasing and depersonalizing. A hand between your legs finds the middle of your soaking pussy and spreads the wetness around as if to show the others. You are asked whether you are ready to comply with what they want and you swear loudly in response.

You are not aware of what instrument is used to create the explosion across your arse. All you know is that it hurts like hell. There are two more explosions before you open your mouth and accept the small but rock solid prick into your mouth. The hand that traces the lines across your arse soon centers on the dark crinkled skin of your anus. A voice that almost sounds concerned asks you whether you would like your anus lubricated before it is fucked. You are required to answer clearly.

The embarrassment of asking this stranger to lubricate your anus is degrading. The lubrication is done very thoroughly by a finger or fingers that probe deeply. The prick that pushes straight through your tight sphincter is much bigger than the one in your mouth. Although the fucking is hard and deep the pain is manageable. The prick in your mouth pumps a surprising amount of cum straight down your throat as the prick in your bum also explodes.

You are not complying with your attackers but have given up fighting too strongly. The man in charge says he is keen to give you a challenge. If you fail the challenge you will receive the cane 18 times. If you win the challenge you avoid the caning and the others will leave you alone. To make sure you understand the challenge he says you will receive one with the cane. Before you have any time to think your arse is on fire.

The challenge is explained to you. You will be fucked by the leader. If you manage to not orgasm for 15 minutes you win if you orgasm you lose, get the caning and the others get to play. You know you cannot take eighteen more with the cane you have got to win.

The leader is on his back, his very large prick pointing to the ceiling. You are required to mount it and start fucking. You are embarrassed at how easily it slips effortlessly into your gaping wet pussy. He smiles a cruel smile as he pushes up into you in long smooth strokes. The hands grabbing your tits were those of two of his friends.

It disgusts you that your body is more excited than you can remember. As he fucks you he goads you about how wet you are and how he is going to carry on fucking you until you cum. You are having to fight with all your will to deny him from degrading you in the worst possible way. Your body is screaming for relief and your mind is screaming no.

You panic with the thought that if he does force you to orgasm you will not survive the caning. It is that panic that is your final undoing and the resulting orgasm hits you like an express train. The fight to delay and stop it results in it being frighteningly violent and powerful. As your body shudders time and time again your will deserts you and tears flow.

You have never felt so embarrassed, degraded and cheap in your life. The jeering and cheering is the last straw. The leader congratulates you on the most spectacular orgasm he has ever seen. He says he is so delighted he will let you off the caning if you give each of his colleagues the best head they have ever received.

The sense of relieve is so great that you willing go down on each of them with an enthusiasm that is appreciated. You only notice that the last stiff prick offered up to your mouth is in fact the one that has already fucked you when you taste his cum and your pussy on it. You have to work extra hard on this one but when you insert your finger into his arse he explodes and your work is completed. You are left naked and exhausted as they all leave the room.

Back in the car my panties are somehow round my ankles and my fingers are feverishly working away on my desperate clit. My orgasm was as strong as the one in my fantasy. I was just aware that at some time during my orgasm the back door of the car slammed shut. By the time I was fully recovered there was no sign of anyone in or around the car. Had I been hypnotized, had I been dreaming or was I really talked into an orgasm?