A Young Girl’s Adventures with Rape – Part Two

It was late one night when both my parents were out that the urges finally became too strong. It happened while I was lying on my bed, running my hands over myself and moaning. I had the duct tape and the zip ties laid out before me, along with an eye mask I had stolen from my mum’s room. I was imagining what it would be like to take them outside – to go through with the plan I’d made weeks before, and leave myself helpless where anyone could find me.

I closed me eyes as I slipped a hand into the waistband on my pants, Slowly, I ran my fingers between the lips of my cunt as I imagined them pulling over when they saw me. Getting out the car and coming over. Pausing. Wondering. Smiling. I’d be so helpless – gagged, tied, and blindfolded. Maybe I’d struggle, start whimpering and squirming. Then they’d come over. Begin running their fingers over my soft young flesh. Slowly at first – then they’d grow bolder. Even as I struggled they’d slip a finger inside of me… feel how wet I was… how tight I was…

I let out a moan as I imagined that, and slipped my own finger deep into my cunt. It felt so good, imagining them force me. God, I wanted it to be real. I wanted it to be real so bad. I started thrusting harder as I imagined them dragging me into the car and lying me on the seats. I bit my lip as I imagined them climbing on top of me. I imagined fighting back as they undid their belt and lined themselves up with my cunt.

Fuck, my skin was so hot. My breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and I could already feel the orgasm building in me. Fuck.

Fuck…

I needed this.

My eyes came open. My fingers stopped moving. I needed this. I needed to go outside, and tie myself up where anyone could find me – leave myself to get raped.

Was I being serious?

I began to shake as I realised that yes, in fact, I was. Fuck, I was actually going to do this wasn’t I?

Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach as I slowly slipped my finger out from inside of me, trailing my juices along my belly. I stood, legs shaking, and slowly gathered the zip ties and duct tape from the bed. Fuck, this was really happening. I was going to go outside and let someone have their way with me.

I could feel a small part of me getting nervous, scared – but I ignored it. Almost mechanically, I made my way to the door of my room, making for the stairs. I don’t think I was really thinking with my whole mind, otherwise I would have been too terrified to do it. As it was, my whole body was shivering, little shudders running under my skin. Thoughts of being forced to the ground and fucked like a whore were racing through my mind.