*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. All characters are 18+
You Know I Liked It
I knew I wasn't a normal girl. There was something that separated me from the other young women I went to school with. I had joined a sorority, hoping that this would mean instant friends that I would keep the rest of my life. Instead, it merely highlighted the fact that other girls didn't seem to like me very much. I knew that many of them were jealous of me. I knew that guys found me extremely attractive, and I know that made a lot of my new sorority friends insecure. I had the kind of body that actresses have to work hard to maintain, though I didn't have to put in any effort. My tits looked like I had undergone the knife, but they were just natural. I wore my light brown hair with added highlights that turned me into a very pretty blonde. I knew I looked good, and I was confident in myself.
Other women hated my confidence and saw it as confrontational. I found myself spending less and less time at the sorority house. College wasn't going as I had planned. I wasn't doing as well in my courses as I had hoped I would, and things were generally unsettling. I felt a pang of anxiety as I made my way from the sorority meeting I had just attended to my car parked nearby. I still hadn't moved into the house. I was still a pledge. I was digging in my purse for my keys when I heard something rustling in the bushes behind me.
"Hey! Havannah!" a male voice called out. I looked around me, trying to make sense out of what was happening. A bunch of guys ran out from behind the bushes and grabbed me until I could feel all of their hands gripping various parts of my body. There was a hand on my ass that was unsettling and a hand on my tits, which wasn't cool.
"Stop!" I screamed, but their hands were getting brazen, and I could feel one moving up my shirt and grabbing my breast through my bra. Another hand shot up the back of my shirt and expertly undid my bra clasp. My tits were instantly groped by many hands. There were hands up my skirt and fingers in my panties. One of the guys was in my vagina now, fingering me. I felt weak with fear, and though I fought as hard as I could, I was tired already, and I couldn't keep fighting, not against so many guys. The fingers in my pussy were working in and out of me. I let out a moan that probably made the guys think that I liked what they were doing to me.
Fingers were in my asshole now as well, and I screamed more loudly as I attempted to move my asshole away from the fingers. I forgot about the hands all over my tits, but they pinched my nipple, and I felt my pussy tighten. I was getting really wet.
"Let's take her to our spot," one of the guys suggested.
"Yeah! Let's carry her!"
"No!" I screamed, but they hoisted me into their arms and worked together to carry me to a dark alley that wasn't far from where I had parked. I wasn't fighting as much now. I had always been curious about what a gangbang would be like, and I was half hoping that I was about to find out. These guys were serious. They had already diddled my pussy and ass and pinched my nipples. I was horny now, aching for something more to happen. I wondered if my sorority sisters would hate me more for what I was about to do, not that I had any choice in the matter. For all intents and purposes, I was being raped. What no one would ever know was how much I wanted it to happen. I know this is twisted and controversial, but I'm trying to be honest here. I knew that I was about to be raped, but it didn't feel like rape. It felt like something I had always wanted was about to happen.
The guys lay me down on a double-sized mattress that had been placed behind one of the dumpsters. I put up somewhat of a fight to make it seem realistic. I let them peel my skirt off of me and then the shirt I was wearing. My bra was already mostly off, and my tits were bared. My panties were soaked. One of the guys peeled them from my pussy and down my legs.
"Damn, look how wet her panties are!" he remarked to his buddies.
"She likes this shit," one of them laughed.
"You like dick, pledge?" one of them asked me. "You know your Eta Pi sisters told us that you would like this."
"They...they did?" I asked, my voice shaking with what probably sounded like fear to them. Only I knew the truth. I was excited. I was tired of waiting. I wanted to get used by all of their cocks, and I willed it to happen.
"Yes, they did. Now open your legs."
"No!"
"Either you open them, or I'm going to have to force them open." I know I probably should have opened my legs, but I really wanted them to force me to open them. I was turned on by the thought of them making me open them, of them making me fuck their dicks. I wasn't going to make it easy for them. I wanted them to think that I wasn't about this. I wanted it to feel real, not just for me, but for them. They were getting off on forcing me as much as I was getting off on being forced.
"John, Malcolm, come help me," the guy who was prying my legs open asked his friends to come to his aid. I put up a valiant fight as the guys parted my legs, revealing my shaved pussy. "There we go. That is a pretty pussy. I'm first," he announced, and he got up to pull his shorts and boxers off, revealing a smooth, cut cock that made my heart skip a beat.
I'd had sex with a lot of guys before this moment. I was a bit slutty, I guess. I liked the way it felt to fuck. Though I had never had a threesome, I dreamed of getting fucked against my will by groups of men. It was a fantasy I had thought about many times while I made myself cum back in high school. I had watched gangbang porn while I used my vibrator on myself, and every time, I had cum so fucking hard.
Now it was really happening, and this guy I didn't even know was pushing his cock into my pussy. I gasped as I realized how thick his dick was. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, not because I was despondent but because his cock was so thick that it was stretching my pussy past its comfort level. I made a sound as his cock reached the depths inside of me. Every stroke of his dick formed a new bruise on my cervix, and though it should have made me try to run away, it didn't. I enjoyed the way he was fucking me, his friends on either side of me holding my legs open and two other guys holding down each of my arms.
"Open your mouth, slut. I have something for you," another voice was talking to me. I was a bit dazed, but I opened my mouth and felt a cock slide in. I wasn't really the best at giving blowjobs. I had given many of them, and yet I wasn't sure what the secret was. I tried to keep my mouth open, so this strange guy could fuck my face. I tasted the bitterness of cum in my mouth and quickly swallowed. Another dick promptly filled my mouth, and it wasn't long before I tasted cum again. I could feel hands everywhere, not just holding me down but rubbing me sexually. Someone was licking and sucking on my nipples, and the guy fucking me was now cumming directly in my pussy. They weren't using condoms, and I should have been alarmed, but I remained strangely calm as if this was happening to someone else, not me.
They continued to fuck me, taking turns in my pussy and mouth. I couldn't help but cum on their cocks as they used me. It seemed like when one guy left, another guy came and took his place. I knew their frat house wasn't far from the alley I was getting raped in. They were sending new guys to the scene to have their turn in my holes.
"Ben! Bro! Come on in here. We are having a hazing session with Havannah."
