House of Fantasy - Elena's Story

"You're sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Read this form and then sign on the bottom." The paper slid across the desk, pushed by perfectly manicured dragon lady red nails.

Elena took the form with trembling hands and scanned it. Yes... this was exactly what she wanted. No mercy, few limits, so many things so far over her boundaries. She wanted to hurt. To fear. Lance had left an aching emptiness inside of her that needed to be filled, he had left her calling her all sorts of names. Prude. Ice queen. Teasing bitch.

Now that he was gone she kept going over things in her head, over and over... she couldn't go and ask him to do those things to her. She couldn't bear to ask directly. Good girls didn't do that. Lance had once told her about this establishment, this place where any fantasy could be fulfilled, even fantasies that involved being forced. He'd wanted to take her here, to explore to play... and she hadn't been able to. More than that, she had ridiculed him, slapped him down for even suggesting such perversity. Their sex life had gone on a steep decline after that, every time he tried to initiate it she'd shoved his perverse desires in his face, taunting him with what he couldn't have, until he dumped her. She didn't know why she had pushed him like that, but now she missed him. Those whispered words of the things he wanted to do to her echoed in her mind and made her wonder what it would have been like to give in. Sheknew that she needed someone to break down the barriers that her perfect family and the high class society had put on her, she needed someone to force her into it. She'd sent the email and now there was no turning back, it was going to happen and she wouldn't be able to say no.

The pen scraped across the paper, beautifully done script. Everything she did was beautiful, proper, prim.

"Very good," the dragon lady said, pulling the signed form back. The room was so dimly lit that Elena couldn't even see the features of the dragon lady's face, but she thought that she might be smiling.

Then a strong arm wrapped around her waist like a band, and a clothe was over her face. She struggled for less than a minute before she felt her body go limp as she fell into blackness.

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Elena slowly came awake with long, slow sure strokes of a tongue between her legs. She gasped and arched, and only then realized that she was restrained and gagged. When she opened her eyes she could see nothing, and her eyelashes brushed against some kind of clothe... she was blindfolded too. All of her senses were taken from her except for hearing and touch. Her arms were above her head, her legs spread wide and held in place, the surface underneath her was firm but not hard. Hands rested on her inner thighs, making small circles with small fingers, long nails trailing across her skin... oh my god...

"She's tastes good," a female's voice came from between her legs. Elena pulled and thrashed against her bonds. Quickly she thought over the form she'd signed... no it hadn't said anything preventing lesbianism. She'd just assumed that she'd be with a man.

"Does she?" the deep voice was very masculine and very amused.

Wet sounds below her sounded like the two were kissing. Elena groaned behind the gag, thinking about all the things that the form hadn't covered, things she hadn't thought about when she was reading and signing it. Why hadn't she thought about those things?

"She does taste good," the man said, obviously having kissed the girl who had just had her mouth on Elena's sex. How awful. How perverse. And yet that didn't make her body any less aroused. In fact, her pussy was aching for the woman's mouth back on it. Her family, her friends, they would all be so appalled if any of them knew even a hint of what she was doing. They were all so strait laced that they could never comprehend that she wanted to beg a woman to eat her out.

"Finish her off," said another voice, also deep, off to the side. Oh my god... how many people were there in this room? Elena squirmed, but she was held by more than the firm she'd signed. With the gag in her mouth, her voice couldn't even be heard.

A sensuous slide of tongue up the center of her sex made Elena's body jerk with reaction. The woman between her legs was a master at her craft, sucking the folds of pussy into her mouth, nibbling very gently, her tongue hard at work. With nothing else touching her body, nothing to see, all Elena could focus on was the suckling of her sex. The tongue wormed its way inside of her hole, soft and wet, not penetrating very deeply and making her yearn for much much more. Her nipples were tight on her chest, pressing upwards, aching for some kind of contact, but there was none to be had. Nothing to distract her from the soft tongue and lips of the woman...

Gentle fingers probed at her pussy, and Elena made mewling sounds around the gag in her mouth. It was so different from a man's touch, lighter, more gentle, more delicate. She could feel the nails, but the woman was careful not to scratch Elena as she slid two slim fingers into Elena's sopping wetness. Oh god, why did it have to feel so good? She'd never imagined that being with a woman could be so completely different. In fact, she'd never imagined being with a woman at all. Her world was all about being politically correct, staying on the straight and narrow, and never ever doing anything that could embarrass her family in their social circle. She'd never dared to imagine herself with a woman before. And now she had a woman's fingers wiggling inside of her, a woman's mouth licking and sucking her.

Elena's body arched as the woman pressed on a spot deep inside of her pussy, sucking Elena's clit into her mouth at the same time. The explosion of pleasure rocked over her, her hips humping frantically as she rode out the orgasm, the woman's lips wrapped tight around her, finger tips stroking that same spot over and over. It seemed to go on forever, a release of everything in her life, spilling out of her in a wondrous wave of rapture. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by the gag, but could be clearly heard, her insides pulsing as she came. The woman lapped up all her juices, and the release of Elena's clit allowed her to relax.

Then someone pulled the blindfold off of Elena's head, and she could look down her trussed up body and see the woman standing between her legs. She was beautiful, and quite naked, long limbed and curvy with gorgeous black hair that was piled on the back of her head. Her lips were glossy with Elena's cream, and as the woman looked up, she licked her lips lasciviously and then popped her fingers inside her mouth, licking the cum off. Elena's eyes went wider than she thought possible. A man, balding and overweight came up behind the beautiful woman and carressed her from behind, grinding into her naked body even though he was fully clothed. The contrast between them was incredibly startling.

The man said something low in the woman's ear, and she laughed seductively before turning and kissing him fully on the mouth. Then the two of them walked off, leaving Elena with the man beside her head that she'd barely noticed. Looking up at him for the first time she could see that he was attractive enough, although he had a scar on his cheek that twisted his mouth a little, and another on his chest that marred the perfection of his muscles. Lots of muscles. And he was completely naked, as was she, his cock was big and angry looking, thrusting out from a trim patch of hair like a thick stalk. Elena moaned low in her throat.

"You did ask to be forced," he said softly, his deep voice sending reverberations through her as he stroked two fingers down the center of her chest, between her breasts and down to her belly button. "You want to be forced, to have your boundaries expanded, to be used without your consent and to have no choice. You signed a release that gave me very few boundaries." His smile was now cruel and he brought his hand up to pinch one of her hardened nipples harshly. Elena gasped and tried to pull away, her nipple aching with the pressure bearing down on it. It hurt even more when she moved, because he didn't release her nipple or even lighten up on the pressure and all she managed to do was increase the pain in it as she pulled. Panting, she stopped moving, quivering with the effort of holding still as the pinch stabbed through her. Only once she became still again did he release the throbbing bud, and she whimpered as the crushed nipple stood up and proud on her breast, reddened from his rough treatment.

Casually he reached over and pinched her other nipple, although not quite as hard. For some reason she wished that he would grab her breasts, give them som warm-up, going straight for her nipples seemed far too quick and the difference in sensation between her brutalized nipples and her untouched breasts was stark. Then she remembered that this wasn't what she had thought she was signing up for. She'd expected some kind of rape play fantasy, where she could pretend to say no as the man made her do all sorts of things that she'd been too afraid to do with Lance.

"Not what you expected is it?" the man chuckled, reading the rising fear and unhappiness in her eyes. "And yet it's what you signed up for."

His eyes roamed over her body, violating her with his gaze. Elena was full of fear now. She'd already been raped by a woman, even if it had felt good that was so not what she had wanted, and now this attractive but horrible man was looking at her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. She squirmed, unable to do anything else, hoping that he would realize she no longer wanted this... but if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.

As he walked away to a table top across the room, Elena looked around and shook with fear as she finally noticed the many torturous implements hanging on the wall. Oh god... what had she signed up for? Why had she wanted this? This wasn't at all like the fantasy that she'd thought she'd get... it was so much more real, so much more violent than she thought it would be. It had pushed straight past her boundaries and into a place she hadn't imagined in her darkest nightmares.

When he came back he went to the center of her forcibly spread legs and pressed something thick and long into her pussy. Elena groaned as her walls stretched around the toy. He showed no mercy, he didn't work it in slowly, just pressed it in with one slow push and left it up to her body to adjust. She wailed as he did the same to her ass, pushing open the virgin hole with a slickly lubed toy that speared her on its point and strained her tight anus to what felt like a breaking point. Her body jerked and quivered as the widest point shoved past her tight ring and the toy lodged solidly inside of her. Both of her holes clenched convulsively around the toys inside of them, trying to push them back out again. Her ass screamed as the toy pushed against it from the inside, far too thick for her to push back out without hurting herself even more than she already was.

Looking up at the man, tears and pleading in her eyes, she was horrified to see him smiling salaciously, fisting his dick as he watched her struggle. It was all turning him on even more, Elena realized. He walked around to where her head was, his smile growing broader and broader as she quaked with fear. She was so afraid that she forgot about the pain in her privates.

"You're enjoying this," he said, and Elena vehmently shook her head no. "Of course you are, look at how hard your nipples are." He brushed his hands over the little points, and she wanted to scream at him that they were just still hurting from being brutalized. Angry sounds came out from behind the gag. Surprisingly, he gently squeezed the mounds of her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his fingers gently, and she felt her vagina clench around the toy in reaction, her ass did as well and this time it didn't hurt as much as it had before. She moaned her denial, making him rub and squeeze harder as he took her sounds for encouragement.

No, she wanted to tell him, no I don't want this anymore.

Letting her breasts go he reached around beneath her neck and pulled a little lever. Elena felt despair wash over her as her head slowly tilted downwards, her neck straining to stay up and then giving up with the weight. The new tilt of her head put her eyes right on level with his balls and she felt like vomiting. The man reached down and did something with her gag... suddenly she could breath through her mouth again but she couldn't close her lips or teeth. He rubbed the head of his cock all over her face as she tried to turn away.

Grabbing either side of her face, the man pressed his dick at her mouth, and to Elena's horror she realized that the gag had an opening for his dick to move through! She couldn't even bite him or form any words, all she could do was make frantic sounds of denial that were quickly muffled as his dick passed over her tongue and nudged down her throat. Oh god... they must have done something to her throat because her normal gag reflex wasn't triggering. Elena hated giving head because the back of her throat was so sensitive, but this man had pushed straight into it and nothing had happened... she didn't know whether to be incensed or relieved.

Both of those sensations gave way to slight panic as he held himself in place and she realized that she couldn't breathe. Then he pulled out, far enough that she was able to suck in air through her nose before he pushed back in again. He let go of her face and started playing with her breasts again as his hips moved, fucking her mouth. Elena's tongue lashed against his cock, an automatic reaction, her throat muscles gripping him as she tried to scream, accidentally making the entire experience that much more pleasurable for him. Blood rushed to her head because of the angle it was at, and more blood pooled in her nipples as he began to pull on them again, squeezing her breasts in rhythm with his hips.

Then, worst of all, one of his hands moved away from her breast and the toys inside of her came to life. Elena's body arched in protest, pushing her breasts up into the air as he renewed his grip on both of them.

Nooooo, this can't be happening, she thought to herself as her pussy came to life, already sensitive after the orgasm the woman had forced her to. The somewhat rough handling of her breasts only increased her arousal and she struggled with those sensations even as she fought to breathe. She had to keep her eyes closed because of how his balls kept slapping against her face, and that meant that her other senses became that much more defined... the meaty taste of him in her mouth, the rolling pinches on her nipples, the buzzing in her pussy and ass, the painfully sensual stretch of both holes, and the sounds of his groans and grunts as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts into her.

His hips shoved hard, knocking her head against the (thankfully) padded material of her declined head rest. Her throat worked automatically as he swelled up and burst inside of her, warm fluid going straight to her stomach. It was swallow or choke, and she swallowed for the first time in her life, a sadistic strangers cum. Her muted sobs only increased the pleasure for him as he came.

Then he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her head back up again. Elena breathed a sigh of relief for her aching neck muscles, even though she hated him for the churning nausea she had after swallowing his junk and for the soreness of the inside of her throat, she couldn't help but be grateful that he'd pulled her head back up. It was very clear that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to, and she thought that she might have passed out if her head had been left hanging like that much longer.

For a brief moment she dared to hope that this was over and her 'fantasy' could be considered fulfilled now, that he'd let her go. Instead he walked around to her buzzing pussy and pushed and pulled the vibrator in and out of her a few times. Elena shuddered and moaned, the sound drifting through the room because he hadn't replaced the part of the gag that he'd taken out to fuck her mouth with. She still couldn't make words without her lips or teeth, but she could makes sounds in her throat, and it was undeniable that her pussy was getting somewhat gushy.

The man returned to the table that he'd gotten those toys from and came back with suction cups. They were connected by a small tub that had a little rubber ball in the center of it. Placing the cups firmly over her nipples he squeezed the ball several times, and the cups immediately latched onto her skin. The vacuum of air pulled her flesh into the cups, her nipples looking engorged and distorted through the plastic of the suction cups. He squeezed again and Elena arched her back and let out a small, sharp sound of pain. One more squeeze and she shrieked, shrill and pleading. The man grinned at her, seeing the tears sparking in her eyes. When he stepped back Elena groaned as she realized he was going to leave this awful device on her. She shook her breasts to try to get it off, but like when he had crushed her nipple between his fingers, her movements only emphasized the painful sensation.

As he moved away and began inspecting the offerings hung up along the walls, Elena made pleading noises at him, which he ignored. Instead he picked up a whip with many flexible strands that were only about a foot long, made of a rubbery material. She couldn't help but struggle again as he came back to her, his eyes getting hungry again as he looked at the distorted tops of her breasts. Her nipples ached on top of her chest.

Standing between her legs, the man moved the table yet again, pushing her knees out to the sides and raising them slightly so that her sex was vulgarly spread before him, her creamy thighs open and inviting. Then he locked the platform into place. Raising the whip above his hand, it landed hard on her stomach. Elena screamed and writhed as the many strands spread across her tender flesh, biting. She didn't realize that he had actually been quite gentle with his strength, knowing that she wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Having never had a hand raised against her in her life, this kind of blow was more of a shock to her emotions than physically painful.

She screamed, why are you doing this to me? But of course it came out as a long series of wordless shrieks. The man's eyes glinted as he raised his whip again and it came down, this time on a creamy thigh. Elena thrashed against her bonds, not even caring that her breasts ached with every movement. The whip came down again on her other thigh, and she screamed and fought, absolutely enraged. When he pumped the vibrator in and out of her squishy wetness again it came as an absolute shock, and she shuddered and writhed. The pain that was glowing in her thighs and stomach somehow seemed to merge with the pleasure that the toy was creating. He twisted the plug in her ass as she clenched, the sensation was somehow erotic - at some point her ass had adjusted to the intruder and she hadn't even noticed through the havoc of other sensations that he was creating.

Oh god... this was the kind of thing Lance had wanted her to do. This mingling of pleasure and pain. She hadn't understood why he wanted to beat her, as she put it, and now she wished she had let him. Instead she was trussed up and at this stranger's mercy, experiencing these things with someone who was raping her. Looking into his eyes she screamed at him again, and she saw that he knew she didn't want the fantasy anymore and he didn't care. Oh god... what if it was his fantasy to rape someone unwilling? She screamed again.

"Keep that up and we'll put the plug back into the gag," he told her. "I like listening to you make noise, but useless screaming does nothing for me."