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About the Fantasy Series"What is your deepest, darkest, most secret fantasy?" Those words bring a chill to anyone. To reveal something so private, so personal, is difficult. Yet that's exactly what we have here. In each story, a narrator reveals his or her most private sexual fantasy. In the grand tradition of such things, it is a *fantasy* -- it may not be realistic or even physically possible. It's not necessarily something he/she would want to experience in real life, but the illusion can be appealing. But no matter how bizarre or incomprehensible, fantasies reveal something intimate about ourselves. So . . . learn and enjoy. And send me your fantasies! The Flogmaster
(*****, Mx18/F, Severe, sex, rape, whipping)
A wild tease, ready to settle down and get married, gets her comeupance instead. (Approximately 2,852 words. Originally published 1998-04.)
This wasn't a fantasy of mine--at least not a conscious one--until after it happened. Now I come just thinking of what happened.
It was at our wedding. My fiance, Robert, had planned an entire day for the celebration. His family is extremely wealthy. Robert wanted everything to be perfect, and his relatives and business associates came from all across the country. It was a lavish spectacle that took over the entire estate. Expensive champagne flowed like water, and everywhere you looked there were elegant snacks and elaborate displays. Not one, but three live orchestra's played music (two outside and one inside), and there was golfing, swimming, and parties everywhere.
For me, this was a fantasy in itself. My family is not wealthy. My father worked ten hours a day for most of his life, and in the end, died of a heart attack when I was nineteen. Mother survives on the savings and life insurance. There was nothing for us kids.
I learned early on that I had to control my own fate. The fifth of seven children, I had to compete fiercely to get anything I wanted. When I was eight I discovered that my sweet smile could get me anything, especially if my target was a male. Before I'd become a teenager I knew I was pretty and I knew how to manipulate men.
I lost my virginity when I was twelve. The boy was sixteen. It was not a pleasant experience, but I learned a great deal from it. I thought I was in love. The boy promised me we'd be together forever, that we only needed to get closer, and when I finally gave in and he got what he wanted, he vanished. I never saw him again.
It hurt me terribly, but I learned that if I didn't give men what they wanted I could control them. So I became a tease. I never slept with my boyfriends. I'd string them along and hint and promise and seduce, but they never got what they wanted. I picked boys that looked good next to me, or ones with power or money or popularity who could help me get ahead. When I wanted sex I found someone, a nameless hunk on the street, and we'd get a room somewhere and I'd blow his brains and then never see him again. It kept me free.
When I broke up with guys it was always in a fight. They resented my flirting, my teasing, my gorgeous body they could see but not touch. Everyone assumed we slept together, of course, and the guys never denied it to their jealous friends, but between the guy and me, we knew the truth and it caused no end of problems. If I'd been up front with them from the start and told them no sex it would have been different. But then I wouldn't have had any control. No, I lied to them, promising them fantastic sex if they bought me a diamond necklace or red Ferrari, or introduced me to so-and-so, or anything else I happened to desire at the time. In the end I left a little richer, a rung higher up the ladder, but with a deep enemy behind me.
I felt guilty over this. Especially after I met Robert. He was the most charming, gentle man I'd ever known. I was in love with him from the moment I saw him, and he loved me. I wanted to sleep with him, despite my rule, but he would have none of it. His family is Catholic and very proper, and he assured me that we could wait until we were married. None of my elaborate charms did any good. He refused, and even became angry that I teased him, and I finally stopped and agreed to wait. What an incredible man! He wanted me, desired me like no one else, and yet his principles were stronger. I couldn't bear to think of hurting this man, or losing him.
Robert's pride and strict virtue made me feel guilty, and when we announced our engagement, I resolved to apologize to all those I'd hurt in my climb to the top. So I invited my former boyfriends to the wedding. I called them each personally and begged them to come, confessing I had something important I needed to talk with them about. I was nervous about meeting them again--they were not happy to hear from me--and I knew that it would do my relationship with Robert harm if he discovered these men were all my former boyfriends, so I urged them to keep silent on the matter.
On the day of the wedding everything was ready. Chefs had been busy for weeks preparing all the meals and treats, and the entire estate had been turned over to decorators and planners who transformed the mansion into a fiesta palace.
My boyfriends were amazed, and I'm sure they were jealous. I saw several sneering looks and contemptuous glances. "Please," I told them. "Meet me upstairs in my bedroom. I wish to speak with all of you in private." I had asked twenty-four to come--only eighteen did, but that was enough. Most were surprised to see the others--each had been given the impression that he was the only one invited.
When all had arrived I retired to my bedroom and greeted them. I locked the door behind me and turned on the stereo to keep our conversation private. It was unlikely anyone would pass by in that area of the house, but you never knew. I didn't want a servant informing Robert of something untoward going on.
The men gathered around me, sipping champagne and nibbling snacks and muttering to themselves.
"Quite a score, Cin," said James.
"Yeah, makes us look like snack cakes," snarled Donald.
"Sleep with him yet?" asked Alan, a boy I'd tormented for nearly two years of high school.
"Guys, please. This is my wedding day. It's a celebration. I invited you all here to apologize. I wanted to let you know that I've changed. I'm not a self-centered brat any more. I know that I used each of you, and I'm sorry. It was not fair to any of you. I hurt many of you financially, and I'm going pay you back, I promise."
"Like that should be hard. _Robert_ seems to be loaded." It was Eric, a computer nerd who'd hacked me onto the Dean's List in college.
"I'm sorry, Eric. I really am. To each of you, I apologize. I'm ashamed of my behavior."
"So _that's_ what this is all for? An apology?" spat Andrew, a football jock from college. He'd gotten me promoted to head cheerleader.
"Yeah, I thought you said you wanted to kiss and make up." I turned and saw Ray, a linebacker I'd dated in high school. The guy was dumb as a brick and hornier than a toad. Even now he was drooling at the thought of getting his paws around me.
"Now, look, Ray, I'm sorry if you were misled, but this was what I was talking about. I wanted to apologize, to be friends again."
"I think something more than an apology is called for," snapped Rick, an attorney who I'd dated when he was in law school.
"Yeah," agreed Alan, and his sentiment was echoed by several others.
"I think we've got something coming to us we never got," growled Ray, shifting his pants around his enormous waist and burping from the champagne.
"What? You've got to be kidding!"
"Perhaps we should have a conversation with this Robert guy," murmured Rick from the corner. "I hear his family's rather particular about who he dates. I wonder what they'd think if they found out he's marrying a slut?"
My jaw dropped in horror. Suddenly I was worried. This was not going the way I'd planned. Everyone was supposed to be grateful for my apology and forgive me so I could marry Robert and be happy. This was not at all right.
It grew worse. There was a banging on the door. "Cindy? Are you in there? It's Robert."
Ice traveled up and down my spine. Tearfully I pleaded with the guys to be quiet. "Please, don't let him find you in here. He'll never understand. Please!"
I ran to the door and called out, "Yes, dear? I'm changing into my dress."
"What? It's not time for that. We've got hours until the ceremony. Come on, there are people I want you to meet."
"I'm just trying on the dress," I said, realizing how lame it sounded. "I want everything to be perfect."
"Open the door, Cindy. I can't talk with you this way. And turn down that music. I'm getting hoarse from shouting!"
The men were growing restless, annoyed at my predicament. I knew they wouldn't keep quiet much longer. But I couldn't open the door. Inspiration struck and I dragged a chair to the door and stood on it, opening the transom and peering out at my fiance, standing in the hall.
"What are you doing?"
"You wanted to talk," I said. "Let's talk."
"Let me inside."
"I can't. You'll see the dress. It's bad luck." Of course I wasn't wearing the dress yet, but hopefully Robert would buy it.
"Cindy, this is ridiculous. Come on downstairs."
"I'll be down in a little while. I just want to--" My voice broke off suddenly, my face turning pale.
"What is it? What's the matter?" Concern racked Robert's voice. He appeared ready to break down the door in his urgency.
I swallowed hard and put on an artificial smile. "Nothing's wrong. I just remembered something I forgot to do and it worried me for a second, but it's okay. Nothing major."
Beneath me cold hands were pawing at my skirt. It had startled me at first, but with Robert watching I couldn't even turn to look. I smiled as though everything was fine, while my skirt was unzipped and slipped down around my ankles. I wore no hose as this was my casual outfit, ready for me to quickly change into my gown at the proper moment. So only my white panties preserved my modesty now.
Robert's face grew serious. "You're having second thoughts, aren't you? You have doubts?"
"No, of course not."
"Then why won't you tell me what's going on?"
My panties were jerked to my ankles, my bare bottom bouncing in exposed freedom. I gulped and smiled. "Nothing's going on."
"Cindy, I know you. This isn't like you, holed up here in your room when there's a party going on. People are talking. Everyone wants to see the bride. If you're not there it creates rumors."
Hands played with my bottom, pinching the cheeks, patting my thighs. I ignored it. "Robert, it's just talk. I'm fine. I'll be down in a few minutes, I promise."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure--" A finger suddenly poked itself into my bottom hole. I nearly screamed. It began to seesaw in and out of my anus. I was on my tiptoes, squirming and yet trying to keep an impartial face.
"Cindy, what _is_ it?" Robert was growing angry, frustrated. "Are you mad at me? Don't you like the reception?"
"The reception's fine, I--" Fingers were stroking my pussy. The finger in my butt did not stop its motion. I was growing aroused. Here I was, standing half-naked on chair, calmly chatting with my husband-to-be, and eighteen horny guys were gathered around me, each eager to screw my ass to make up for all the torment I'd caused them over the years. It was terrifying, electrifying, and incredibly hot. I could scarcely breathe.
"Open the door, now!" roared Robert. "I don't care about your fucking dress. Something's going on and you and I are going to have this out, right now!" He rattled the door handle frantically, and kicked at the door.
I had to do something, quick, or he'd break the door. He was already suspicious--if I confirmed his suspicions he'd be satisfied. I began to cry. It wasn't a hard thing, considering my predicament, but it stopped him cold. He became soft again.
"Cindy, honey, what's the matter. Please tell me. I love you. Have I done something to offend you? What's wrong? Please, you've got to tell me!"
"I'm okay," I bawled. "Everything's fine. It's just--I'm just so happy! I can't believe this really happening." (Boy, was _that_ an understatement!) "I love you so much and this--this wedding--it's so grand and fantastic and beyond my wildest dreams I don't know how to take it all in. Ooooh!" I buried my face in my hands and sobbed as beneath me the cruel finger was replaced my a crueler cock, huge and invasive, being pumped into me with no regard for my welfare. Robert stood and paced, his heart going out to me, for he saw I was indeed an emotional wreck.
"Honey, I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I only wanted to make you happy."
"I _am_ happy, the happiest I've ever been in my life!" I cried out. Hot sperm suddenly rushed inside me, and, thankfully, I felt the cock withdraw from my ass. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes and hold on to the transom sill at the same time. I was growing dizzy and confused. This charade could not continue much longer.
A new sensation greeted my ass. It was the smooth touch of a leather belt. It rubbed my cheeks and then suddenly snapped down with a loud crack. Stinging pain flooded me right as a huge hand plunged into my sex.
"What was that?" cried Robert, and I blinked away my tears and shook my head.
"What as what?" CRACK! came the belt again, loud and unmistakable. I froze, my grin pasted in place.
"That! It sounded like a slap."
"It's the TV. I left it on. Some Western, I think. I-I'll go turn it off." I started to descend from the chair but Robert stopped me.
"No, wait! Forget about the TV. I want to talk this out."
Another crack of the belt caught my ass. Wincing inside, I smiled at Robert and nodded. "Okay, talk."
"Well, I'm worried about you. This isn't like you at all." CRACK!
"This isn't a--" (CRACK! Ouch that hurt) "--normal day. I'm entitled."
"Yeah, but I'm still worried. Are you sure you're all right?" CRACK!
"I told you--" (CRACK!--Oh, shit!) "--I'm fine. Everything's fine. I just wanted some--" (CRACK!--Oh, fuck!) "--space, a little time to myself, to regroup. It's a little overwhelming, all those people. Do you understand?" CRACK!
"I guess so." Robert paused and the belt caught me across the back of my thighs. It was all I could do not to scream out.
I grinned at him. "Guess that Western's getting violent."
"Yeah." He didn't seem very interested.
CRACK! I cursed under my breath and wiggled my ass. I had to get rid of Robert quick or there wouldn't be much left of my ass.
"Look, dear. Everything's--" (CRACK!) "--fine. I was just a little overwhelmed and nervous. You go back downstairs. I'll be down shortly." CRACK!
"Are you sure you're okay?" CRACK!
"I'm fine." CRACK! I grinned broadly, keeping my eyes wide open so he wouldn't see my tears. "Go on. People will start to wonder." CRACK!
"Okay. I love you dear." CRACK!
CRACK! "I love you." You don't know how much, I thought as I winced at the fresh blow.
Robert turned and went away and I started to climb down off the chair. Strong hands gripped me, then, and dragged me to the bed. I couldn't resist. I was numb and too relieved. Besides, I figured I owed these guys.
The next hour was a blur. I remember very little of the specifics. I know I was incredibly aroused, eager for the assault. I relished the whipping, the cock-sucking, the raping of my anus. It happened over and over again. The thick belt walloping my ass followed by a hard cock thrusting inside while I choked another down my throat. Again and again, each man different, each man familiar, unique. Once I had taken them all twice--each in the mouth and ass--they left me. They'd each whipped me, and my ass was nothing but blisters. I wondered how I would keep that from Robert.
But for now it was over, and so I showered and changed clothes and came down a new woman, calm, humble, and guilt-free. I had paid the price for my sins, and now I was ready to marry with a clear conscience. Let no one say I married Robert for money, for a group of angry men showed me the truth. For it was only true love that enabled me to hide the truth. And I'd gladly pay that price ten times over not lose him.