Extreme fantasies

[prey4me]

A wood shop or machine shop offer all sorts of ideas. I've got an idea for a story, about a girl in a strapless prom dress who is enticed away from the big dance. There, a bunch of goth outcasts have their way with her. The image of a beautiful girl, long hair down her back but also across her nice teenage tits, suspended, is very powerful to me. In this, her strapless --oooooh!-- white (or soft pastel) confection is unzipped, and bunched about her waist, while she's mauled and abused from the waist up.

Lots of obscene talk is inflicted on her tender ears while they explore her and discuss, graphically, what they want to do to her.

Then she's hoisted a little higher, and a couple of the guys pop under her voluminous skirt and petticoats, and start going at her "undersides." As her stockings, garterbelt, and satin panties are stripped away, there's lots of oral and digital action on her pussy and asshole.

One torture idea I have is plucking her cunt hair out with vicegrips.

She is, of course, raped in every conceivable way.

Now I know the image of the "snotty cockteaser" who "deserves" this is very popular. My victims are pure victims, truely innocent, modest girls who just get brutally raped. Their crime? being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people...

And being utterly beautiful, sweet, and virginal.

[usedHil25]

A wood shop or machine shop offer all sorts of ideas. I've got an idea for a story, about a girl in a strapless prom dress who is enticed away from the big dance. There, a bunch of goth outcasts have their way with her. The image of a beautiful girl, long hair down her back but also across her nice teenage tits, suspended, is very powerful to me. In this, her strapless --oooooh!-- white (or soft pastel) confection is unzipped, and bunched about her waist, while she's mauled and abused from the waist up.

Lots of obscene talk is inflicted on her tender ears while they explore her and discuss, graphically, what they want to do to her.

Then she's hoisted a little higher, and a couple of the guys pop under her voluminous skirt and petticoats, and start going at her "undersides." As her stockings, garterbelt, and satin panties are stripped away, there's lots of oral and digital action on her pussy and asshole.

One torture idea I have is plucking her cunt hair out with vicegrips.

She is, of course, raped in every conceivable way.

Now I know the image of the "snotty cockteaser" who "deserves" this is very popular. My victims are pure victims, truely innocent, modest girls who just get brutally raped. Their crime? being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people...

And being utterly beautiful, sweet, and virginal.

I love your mind hun.

I too love the innocent girl in the wrong place scenario. The "cockteaser who deserves it" angle doesnt get me as wet as the "she was sweet, friendly & virginal & had no enemies" angle.

[prey4me]

I love your mind hun.

I too love the innocent girl in the wrong place scenario. The "cockteaser who deserves it" angle doesnt get me as wet as the "she was sweet, friendly & virginal & had no enemies" angle.

I've given some thought as to how I got this fixation. Well, I dealt with it for years, and it hasn't gone away, so now I'm indulging it--but strictly in fiction!! Let's be real: Do actually try to pull this off would be very wrong, harmful, not to mention risky.

That said, I moved in religious, fairly affluent circles when I "came of age" sexually. So the girls I lust after are very sweet, very delicate, innocent and virginal. Now I know that lots of girls maintain the impression but have their private sex lives, but the image of the morally unavailable young lass is carved deep onto my psyche.

Here's another thing: back then (early-mid sixties) girls didn't expose their anatomy as much as they do now. They let their clothing do it--especially little glimpses of lingerie! This technique was even more intense in earlier cultures, e.g. Victorian--a bit of ankle, a flash of knee, some petticoat, lace-edged satin slips peeking out. Not to mention bras: glimpses down the cleavage, the outline of the thing beneath an slightly thin blouse...Much can be said for feminine modesty and subtlety!

The most beautiful and virginal image I have of a girl is as a bride. (Also, debutantes, prom princesses, socialites.) Yeah, girls are usually very experienced when they marry these days, but I love the idea of a very pure and innocent girl on her wedding day--and night. The idea of violating her on this occasion is fiendishly intense to me.

I have not yet posted a story, but I consider myself a very descriptive writer, and have several in progres. In one story, a young couple are subdued in a remote honeymoon cottage, where the bride is abused (extreme) and raped (lots) in front of her tied-up groom. Here's the opening paragraph:

"Jill giggled as she clung to her new husband's neck. She was a petite girl, just over five feet, but her beloved Doug was not much larger, and he definitely had his arms full as he struggled to carry her over the threshold of the honeymoon cottage. Her long, light brown hair--somewhatg golden-- fell down her back, about her shoulders, and down her trim, modest silk-covered breasts. She gath*ered up the voluminous satin skirt of her wedding gown, and several layers of crisp taffeta petticoat rustled from beneath. With her other arm, she scooped together yards of sheer silk bridal veil, and wrapped it around her slender arm, which she then wrapped around Doug's neck. She held on to the short engineer, more than he held her up as they squeezed through the door. He carried his lovely treasure into the middle of the rustic front room, and, as she slid out of his arms onto the floor, her skirt bunched up, display*ing slender, white-stockinged legs, up to her smooth knees.

An intruder is already on scene, and he subdues the husband, tying him up. The poor little nerd has to watch everything that happens to his beautiful bride.

After he makes her give him a blow job, he rests a bit, and then has the bride begin to pleasure him, to get him erect again for another assault:

“Jill.”
“Yes, sir?”
“On your knees. Here.” He pointed to a spot between his feet. She moved forward, dropping to her knees. Yards of sweet silk brushed against his thighs, legs, and feet as her gown puffed out. She looked up at him, then down at his dick which had become flacid. “I'm am going to sit back, and you are going to pleasure me, my lovely bride. You will play with my prick, using your fingers, hair, and veil. I want you to stroke it, caress it, kiss it, and softly pull on it. Brush it gently with any part of you that is soft, silky, sweet. Get it hard!
“Do it!”
He shook the coil of rope which led to the nylon line entangled around her husband's penis. She knew he would use it. His cock had softened, and was lying on his thighs, but it still seemed kind of thick. She had never encountered anything she loathed more than the ugly, old penis plopped on his pale thigh. She picked it up, pulling a little, and felt a small quiver of pleasure from him. Jill took a few yards of silk veil off her shoulder, draping it over his belly, lap, and thighs. He picked her hands up, and placed them atop the sheer expanse. “Rub me all over with that, Jill. I like the feel of silk.” Jill swept a yard of the veil across his stomach and groin, back and forth, caressing and tickling him slightly. A bit of life entered the organ, and it twitched somewhat. Then she took a long shock of her glossy hair and lay it over his cock and scrotum. She wrapped the baby-fine strands around his manhood, and she gently massaged him with it.
“Kiss it, Jill. I want my bride to kiss my wonderful cock. This is your wedding night, and you're going to do wonderful, sweet, loving and wifely things to me.”

There's lots of physical torture, but I really dig in with the psychological stuff, too.

I'm open to ideas for a title. I'm thinking of "Honeymoon Horror," but am open to other suggestions.

[pop_54]

Keep up the good work folks, there's some lovely open and nicely nasty posts on here so far.

My extreme fantasies... you don't want to know sweethearts... you don't want to know (Wouldn't dare post some of them in public anyway)

[prey4me]

Keep up the good work folks, there's some lovely open and nicely nasty posts on here so far.

My extreme fantasies... you don't want to know sweethearts... you don't want to know (Wouldn't dare post some of them in public anyway)

Hey, I've gone public here with my peculiar issue--briderape. I thought it would at least resonate with some similarly disturbed souls, but I haven't had much reponse.

Alas.

So, why not go for broke. Maybe you'll be luckier than me, and a kindred soul will respond, and share thoughts, fantasies, or--best of all--some obscure website where you can get some good stories and smut!

[pop_54]

Hey, I've gone public here with my peculiar issue--briderape. I thought it would at least resonate with some similarly disturbed souls, but I haven't had much reponse.

Alas.

So, why not go for broke. Maybe you'll be luckier than me, and a kindred soul will respond, and share thoughts, fantasies, or--best of all--some obscure website where you can get some good stories and smut!

Yea but your fantasy didn't include a school bus, a gang of drug crazed escaped convicts, a catholic priest, and a labrador dog, did it friend

[prey4me]

Yea but your fantasy didn't include a school bus, a gang of drug crazed escaped convicts, a catholic priest, and a labrador dog, did it friend

Sez whom?

Here's one: Hijack a schoolbus full of Catholic Schoolgirls. Let's make sure it's tranporting girls from a really strict convent school! Lots of the R.C. schools these days seem to have gotton awfully lax. I want these girls chaste!

Then we take them into interview rooms, hook them up to lie detectors, and interview them about their sexual history (if any), special fears/phobias, fantasies, etc. They are then rated "virginal/very innocent" to "virgins" to "not very experience" to "very experience." Very experienced ones who are really pretty are immediately raped, just to get our rocks off. Why wait?

Then they are rated by beauty. Pretty virgins are given the highest rating, down to the ugly/fat/slutty ones. Here's where it gets interesting.

Each pretty virgin girl is given an "ugly" as a maidservant. They are a team. The fat/ugly one has to help keep the pretty one, well, beautiful, because every day is a re-rating, a kind of beauty pagent. The maidservants will also be whipped if her pretty one doesn't "measue up." The uglies look after the pretties' wardrobe, hair, make-up, etc. The girls wear clothes we masters like, and the uglies will also serve as seamstresses to make sure the pretties are dressed/undressed the way we want. So they're always gorgeous and ready to fuck.

Those of us in the conspiracy will choose our favorite pretties by lot. Each guy gets to keep one, or a few (depending on the available stock) as his personal harem. He may/may not trade off or share, generosity and reciprocity being encouraged. But he might want to reserve one special pretty fuck-toy as his own "wife-toy."

The uglies? A few may be executed or tortured to intimidate the rest of the girls Some may have potential if they lose weight. These are starved until they get to a nice weight.

And the ugliest? They get fucked by a horny priest and mated by a drunken Labrador!! Drug-crazed convicts.....can pull theirf own puds!

[slave802120]

I too love the innocent girl in the wrong place scenario. The "cockteaser who deserves it" angle doesnt get me as wet as the "she was sweet, friendly & virginal & had no enemies" angle.

If this is a straw poll, it gets my vote

Speaking as somebody who really was "sweet, friendly, virginal and with no enemies" I'd like to make the comment that I invariably found myself completely overlooked and ignored by most guys because of this. I had girlfriends who radiated that "man-eater" personality and they invariably drew all the attention. At the time it really used to upset me, but I never had the confidence to be more assertive and make myself more visible to anybody. I might add that I've never considered myself a "prude" or anything either -- just very naive and totally in the dark about a lot of things.

In most of the stories I've read, particularly forced submission/sex ones, this "reality of a wallflower" is never properly explored and writers, particularly guys (sorry guys ) may begin stories with a brief sketch of "sweet, friendly, etc." but only as a brief stepping stone before getting to "...and then she hungrilly gobbled his cock and begged the others to fuck all her holes." *heh*

These days I'm certainly a bit more older and more worldly, but I prefer to think I'm still sweet and innocent and as such, I simply could never imagine myself in a story where I would act so overtly depraved with such little encouragement. It simply wouldn't happen.

kinkabella

[pop_54]

If this is a straw poll, it gets my vote

Speaking as somebody who really was "sweet, friendly, virginal and with no enemies" I'd like to make the comment that I invariably found myself completely overlooked and ignored by most guys because of this. I had girlfriends who radiated that "man-eater" personality and they invariably drew all the attention. At the time it really used to upset me, but I never had the confidence to be more assertive and make myself more visible to anybody. I might add that I've never considered myself a "prude" or anything either -- just very naive and totally in the dark about a lot of things.

In most of the stories I've read, particularly forced submission/sex ones, this "reality of a wallflower" is never properly explored and writers, particularly guys (sorry guys ) may begin stories with a brief sketch of "sweet, friendly, etc." but only as a brief stepping stone before getting to "...and then she hungrilly gobbled his cock and begged the others to fuck all her holes." *heh*

These days I'm certainly a bit more older and more worldly, but I prefer to think I'm still sweet and innocent and as such, I simply could never imagine myself in a story where I would act so overtly depraved with such little encouragement. It simply wouldn't happen.

kinkabella

Quite so dear, if it's the violent rape and abuse of an innocent virgin, or of a girl with little worldly experience, even a mature married woman with much cock fucking in her past but no wish to put herself about... I just can never accept that said girl/woman would suddenly turn into a depraved cock mad slut during the first several minutes of being raped and abused the way these morons portray such scenario's... It would be screaming protesting blood soaked rape and force from beginning to end, leaving said innocent sobbing and quivering still innocent and virginal of mind and character if not of bodily orifices... Sub slave mock forced (but in truth voluntary) sex should be kept well away from 'real rape and torture' scenario's in fiction writing.

Drag her sceaming from the street in your story chaps, rip her clothes of and rape and torture her half to death if you want, but don't try to make it her fault by excusing the male violent behaviour with her turning slutty cow during the scene, or being a 'prick teaser' to begin with.

[prey4me]

Slave 80210 and Pop54, I am definitely on the same page with you. Who wants, "Then her raped pussy began churning out her cunt juices and she hungrily squeezed his massive cock...??"

For some odd reason, I fantasize not about girls who discover they "want it, after all," or even (with a few exceptions) about "girls who had it coming," but about the girls who didn't want it, who utterly loathed it! Hence, brides and religious girls are frequent subjects of my fantasy life and my attempts at fiction.

I'm a great one for starting things and getting it so complicated I have to leave it a while, then go back and hack away the excess. Incidentally, it seems to me that the classic "Catholic Schoolgirl" is a creature of the past--I drive by the RC schools and the girls look so slutty! Therefore, my image of the chaste and innocent teenager is more often the conservative, Bible-church Protestant girl. These are the girls who are going to the "Wait Until Marriage" chastity rallies!

Something to think about there, kiddo's. Sometimes they're home-schooled, with very carefully supervised social/dating lives--much greater likelihood of authentic virginity in this day and age.

Slave80210, your wall-flower character type intrigues me, really! You have the Great Overlooked Victim Cliche! Honestly, I have played with (pun) such a character in my mind off and on: sometimes romantically, sometimes sadistically, and I could easily adapt her to the wallflower you seem to have in mind. My character (no plot line, yet--too busy with other stuff) is something like this: a dark-haired, green-eyed girl, hair to her shoulders, she styles it carefully, a little too much so, and her curls are kind of a decades-ago throwback. Glasses. Pretty, but not conspicuously so, not until you're pretty close to her. Likes to wear sweaters and wool skirts--not uniform type, but A-lines and dirndles. Thus, she tends to wear fairly heavy (rich satin) full slips under these things. (I love satin slips!)

She's the youngest child of older parents: her siblings are about 10 years-plus older, moved out, so this mid-teenager is the last one "home." Parents have gotten very active in politics, so she's home in her garrett bedroom a lot, reading poetry and centuries-old literature.

When the man comes in, she's wearing a pull-over cashhmere sweater, a generously cut tweed dirndle skirt, and cable-knit knee-highs. (And, of course, a dainty satin slip, etc.) She's reading a Victorian romance, has the highest, purist hopes for her own love life.

She's up on the 4th floor attic bedroom, and she's all alone in the house.....

[slave802120]

Slave80210, your wall-flower character type intrigues me, really! You have the Great Overlooked Victim Cliche! Honestly, I have played with (pun) such a character in my mind off and on: sometimes romantically, sometimes sadistically, and I could easily adapt her to the wallflower you seem to have in mind. My character (no plot line, yet--too busy with other stuff) is something like this: a dark-haired, green-eyed girl, hair to her shoulders, she styles it carefully, a little too much so, and her curls are kind of a decades-ago throwback. Glasses. Pretty, but not conspicuously so, not until you're pretty close to her. Likes to wear sweaters and wool skirts--not uniform type, but A-lines and dirndles. Thus, she tends to wear fairly heavy (rich satin) full slips under these things. (I love satin slips!)

Reminiscing a little here -- when I was young, my mother had very definite ideas about the type of underwear suitable for me and my sisters, and her own notions about the importance of keeping one's derriere warm in winter and cool in summer. At the beginning of each summer she would buy yards and yards of brown cotton that should would take along to a dressmaker. The dressmaker's brief was to sew five pairs of full bloomers each for us, with elastic waists and legs. No lace, no frills, just plain brown cotton bloomers. At the beginning of winter she'd do the same, except with prickly brown wool.

I hated winter because I was allergic to wool and suffered for years until I discovered the wool allergy itch went away if I wore a pair of my cotton summer bloomers underneath the woollen ones.

At this time in history, new and colorful girls' panties were appearing in the shop. Bikinis were popular and bloomers were definitely out in a fashion sense. None of this bothered my mother, of course, because she wasn't the least bit interested in fashion.

By the time I entered high school (an exclusive private girls' school in a wealthy neighborhood) no trendy girl even knew what bloomers were. In hindsight though, I think my mother chose this school because brown was the color of the regulation underwear that was supposed to be worn. The regulation design was full briefs, but my mother, in a rare moment of rebellion, decided that my brown bloomers were close enough. Oh how I pined for a pair of brown cotton full briefs!

Things came to a crisis point one wintry day at school when the sports mistress noticed that girls changing into the shcool's brown sports shorts and shirt were wearing colorful briefs and bikinis and not the regulation brown full briefs. Shock! Horror! Disgrace! Lines were written and detentions handed out, but not for me. I always wore my brown sports shorts under my woolen tunic on sports day to hide the fact I had bloomers for briefs.

Disaster struck when the Principal (a stern and forthright woman, even by my mother's standards) declared the whole school parade their underwear one rainy lunch hour in the middle of winter.

All girls were ordered to remove their clothes and march into the school hall and have their underwear checked to ensure it conformed with the school uniform regulations. As fate would have it on that particular day, I was wearing a rather old pair of brown woollen bloomers over an even older pair of brown cotton ones under these to prevent the wool itch. Luckily I was also wearing a cotton singlet and a wollen spencer over that and so the underwear parade didn't alarm me with any fears of being seen half naked.

The other girls were all in purple, floral or psychedelic bikinis or pretty panties. Me in my droopy-drawers felt so jealous of them. There wasn't a singlet or spencer in sight. Some of them had pretty bras and some had to march into the hall with arms over their bare breasts.

Well, as you can imagine everybody hooted with laughter at the sight of me in my voluminous bloomers and tatty old singlets. They stopped laughing with the school Principal declared by brown monstrosities OK and no punishment was required because my underwear was the right color and provided decent coverage (although she did suggest my mother buy me newer underwear).

It being a cold Winter's day and all, and the underwear parade taking 40 minutes or so, I was the only warm girl in school that day and actually was, for once, actually quite grateful for my mother's insistence on woollen underwear.

The whole parade ordeal was, however, quite traumatizing for many a young girl. Some because they had to flash skin and shiver a lot and for me because everybody now knew the embarrassing state of my underwear. From that day forth, I swore that as soon as I had money of my own I would always buy attractive underwear in case I should ever be forced to participate in a situation where I had to parade in it, or to save embarrassment should I be hit by a bus and a paramedic or two need to cut it off.

kinkabella

[prey4me]

Slave 80210,

That really happened? What a hoot! That could be the genesis of one heck of a story. If I ever break out of my nc/bdsm mold, I might try that for humor. Now what if the janitor were watching, or videotaping....I could work with that!

We need a glossary of British underwear nomenclature. I remember, for example, when I was very young, being confused by the term "buggery." What's the difference between bloomers, knickers, and panties? I thought they were one and the same.

["Roof"]

A wood shop or machine shop offer all sorts of ideas. I've got an idea for a story, about a girl in a strapless prom dress who is enticed away from the big dance. There, a bunch of goth outcasts have their way with her. The image of a beautiful girl, long hair down her back but also across her nice teenage tits, suspended, is very powerful to me. In this, her strapless --oooooh!-- white (or soft pastel) confection is unzipped, and bunched about her waist, while she's mauled and abused from the waist up.

Lots of obscene talk is inflicted on her tender ears while they explore her and discuss, graphically, what they want to do to her.

Then she's hoisted a little higher, and a couple of the guys pop under her voluminous skirt and petticoats, and start going at her "undersides." As her stockings, garterbelt, and satin panties are stripped away, there's lots of oral and digital action on her pussy and asshole.

One torture idea I have is plucking her cunt hair out with vicegrips.

She is, of course, raped in every conceivable way.

Now I know the image of the "snotty cockteaser" who "deserves" this is very popular. My victims are pure victims, truely innocent, modest girls who just get brutally raped. Their crime? being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people...

And being utterly beautiful, sweet, and virginal.

Having an innocent attractive girl in the wrong place with wrong boys/men around is good---but I prefer the prig smug well-curved bitch being tortured into being the slut her shapely body calls for. The torture should more than fit the level of cock-teashing bitch she'd been (with her refusal to be open-minded to the lust of her male acquaintences).