• Premise: Woman is tricked into doing a rape fantasy with strangers
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Female POV] [First Person] [Bound] [Less than 1000 words]
• Note: Doing a quick write-up on this one, might turn it to a longer story, or even a series if I find something worth expanding on - be it the sex scenes or the characters or the background. Do give me your feedback, thanks.

I curse as I struggle at my bonds. Why did I trust Tristan enough to go to his home, get myself naked and bound on his own bed? It's been nearly half an hour since he's gone and my hands are still securely tied up with the rope hanging from a hook in the ceiling, a leash so short that I can only move around in the bed but not be able to get out of it. My mouth is stuffed with my own panties, bringing me to shame as I can taste my own wetness and horniness, recalling my date goading me into that sick BDSM fantasy of his. It has been around half an hour since he said he's going somewhere to get his gear ready, leaving me staring at myself at both the mirror and the clock helplessly.

"So that's the whore eh?"

A sudden voice from the door entrance startles me. My blood chills. Sure, I only know Tristan today. However, no matter how short my memory is, that charming smooth voice of his certainly doesn't sound like that gruff and lecherous tone I am hearing now. I turn around, gasping when I see a bald man grinning at me. He's huge, a pair of arms with wide biceps that look like he can bend me into half. He sports a beard, almost looking like he can pass for my father. He has a little belly fat but not nearly enough to cover what's underneath. I say that because he's completely naked with an erect penis pointing in my direction. Ignoring the eye-popping visuals of that package's intimidating size, no, that's not the description of a dashing 28 year old man I am expecting to ravage me.

I utter a voice of protest, not that he can understand what I want to convey to him. He doesn't seem to care either, as he pushes me on my back, jumps on the bed on top of me and starts feeling me up with his fingers. My head shakes, my eyes staring at him imploringly, but I am guessing from his widening smile that this is turning him on even more. I can feel his cock slide along my thighs as his mouth goes down to my breasts. I close my eyes and try to shut out the imagery of this older man licking my nipples. Unfortunately, my nipples are feeling particularly sensitive today from my date's earlier teasing and at the same time, this stranger's fingers poking into my vagina and rubbing my clit isn't helping either. A muffled moan escapes my gagged mouth and he compliments me on what a "slut" I am, showing his wet fingers and sliding them across my face.

He's now sucking on my neck, sure to leave hickeys all over me, even as I helplessly pound my bound fists against his back. My pussy spasms a little when I can feel his hard cock sliding up and down against the entrance of my pussy. Why is this turning me on? I look at the mirror, a face of distraught and anguish, as my body begins craving the touch from this stranger.

"Time for the fucking of your life, slut," the stranger grunts as he pushes me around, repositioning me kneeling with my ass pointing up with my face looking into the mirror. He's positioning himself behind me...

Panic then strikes me. He isn't wearing a condom, and from my tracking of my menstrual history via the rhythm method, this is NOT a safe time for me. My ass wriggles as I desperately try to back away from him, but he grabs my hips roughly and slips his cock into my now slippery pussy.

All my thoughts when he penetrates me are "I can't have sex now!", which repeats over and over again when he start delivering hard stroke after stroke in my pussy. My head hangs down, not daring to stare at the mirror at my own humiliation. No other man has ever stretches me that wide with that huge monstrous cock of his, I thought next as I resign myself to be this stranger's rape toy.

This man has a lot of stamina and he seemingly uses it all on me, albeit via measured strokes. All of a sudden, I gasp yet again. This stranger's unwelcome stimulations from then till now, is making me climb to my peak. God, I hate to admit it, but this man, who I hold not a single bit of attraction for, is going to bring me to a climax - This has never happened to me before! Our groaning and moaning soon synchronizes, while my hips reflexively push back against his pounding. I am getting into it! And that moment arrives - I shudder while my pussy spasms against his cock. This experience is so overwhelming that I did not react when he too cries his own joy of fulfilled lust, spilling his seed inside of me. I just lay on the bed panting, ashamed yet satisfied at the same time.

I barely hear him leave the room when I slowly recover. Whoever this jerk is, he left me tied up. I'm a little too tired to move so probably I will just take a nap for now...

A rustling sound on the bed brings me awake and my eyes goes wide again when another naked guy sneaks up next to me. He's not my date either!

Guy's holding a phone showing a screenshot of a house. I can recall from the house number and its design that it clearly is the house that my date brings me to. What's shocking is that the gate now sports a label "Tristan's House of Roleplay: Rape Edition".

"I am at the correct place, right?" He asks as he pushes me onto my back.

I guess Tristan is not coming back for me?