Mia’s Fantasy

Somewhere on the outskirts of a university town in the Midwest, Noah and his 21-year-old wife, Mia, lived this almost idyllic life. They were both seniors in college, both with great jobs lined up and a bright future. Everything should have been perfect, except for Noah…it wasn’t. And the reason for it would have been comical if it weren’t for the fact that he loved Mia so much. Too much, maybe. This night of depravity wouldn’t have been possible without that love, strangely enough. It was all for one simple reason.

Mia’s fantasy. Her rape fantasy. Noah could never forget the night after they were married, just a few months ago. He’d held her in his arms after they’d made love. She’d snuggled up against him, softly kissed his muscled chest, and whispered words he’d never expected to hear in a million years.

‘Noah…I have a confession to make. I’ve always fantasized about being…raped.’

‘Sweetheart, are you serious?’

The beautiful, slender blonde girl just nodded. ‘Yes, Noah. I know it sounds twisted, but it’s true. Ever since I turned 15, I’ve had this fantasy where strong black men break into my house and rape me over and over, abuse me…like a plaything. And…and part of the fantasy is that my husband is helpless, forced…to watch. It’s sick, I know. But…ugh, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.’

Noah had stroked Mia’s hair and kissed her softly to ease her anxiety. ‘It’s okay, baby. I’m not going to judge you. I didn’t marry you to ‘fix’ you. I married you because I love you just the way you are. I love you for YOU – glorious imperfections included.’

Now this was the conversation still echoing in Noah’s head as the 6’0 tall, handsome college student took the homemade lasagna out of the oven and called up to his wife to come down for dinner. Tonight was THE night, and she had NO idea. He had hired three strong young black men to fulfill Mia’s darkest fantasy. Noah couldn’t believe it was happening, even though he’d planned it. Yes. This was IT.

“It’s about time,” Mia huffed, giving him a pouty look as she came down the stairs. God, she looked so cute when she pouted. Tonight she was looking even sexier than normal too. The gorgeous blonde girl had luxuriant hair which flowed halfway down her back. Mia’s big breasts strained underneath her peach-shaded blouse. Exercise shorts clung just barely to her lean hips. She loved to exercise, to run, to work out, and it showed. Her muscular young body shone not just with youth, but athleticism. Sometimes Noah felt like the luckiest man alive.

The doorbell rang.

Mia frowned. Her cute face looked confused. “Are we expecting someone, babe? Did you invite Julie and Drake over?”

Noah played dumb. “Nope. No idea. I’ll go get it. Mind getting us some drinks and the table ready?”

“Sure thing,” Mia replied. Mia hummed a catchy song to herself as she set the table. She filled their glasses and took a cold beer out of the fridge for Noah. Then the pretty young wife put the silverware out, the napkins…turned around. That’s when her mouth nearly hit the floor. She didn’t want to believe her eyes as fear gripped her heart and thrashed it around like a dying animal.

“Noah!”
There were three muscular black men in the kitchen with Noah. One of them was incredibly tall, at least 6’7. He looked the scariest, with tattoos winding up and down his bare arms. He held a handgun to Noah’s head. The other two were still big, one was 6’4 and the other had to be 6’2. The mid-sized intruder had a scar on his left cheek and the shortest one wore a knit beanie on his head.

“Don’t try anything or we put a bullet in his head,” the leader growled.

Mia’s fists clenched. “Please don’t hurt him. What do you want?”

But already, as she said it, Mia had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what they wanted. The tall one, also the leader it seemed, grinned with a look of malice.

“The name’s Deon, but you can call me ‘Master,’ bitch, and these are my friends Cameron and Emmett. We came here to PARTY with some hot pussy tonight. YOUR pussy.” So saying, Deon motioned to Emmett, the shortest intruder. He was carrying a duffel bag, which he dropped to the floor and opened, taking out a pair of handcuffs.

Mia backed away, glancing furtively at the door to the patio in back. Cameron was already on her in a heartbeat though. She squealed as he grabbed her.

“Let’s get these clothes off, cutie. You won’t be needing them anymore.” Mia shivered as Cameron literally tore her shirt off. Then he yanked her shorts down. She was in her bare feet. It took only a moment to step out of them. Now she was just in her lacey pink bra and panties. Cameron looked her up and down, admiring the girl’s curves. The cleavage her breasts offered as they strained behind the skimpy bra left little to the imagination. She couldn’t believe it. Shame turned her cheeks a bright red.

“Bring that slut upstairs, Cam.” Now Deon turned to Emmett. “Cuff the husband and help me drag his ass upstairs to join in the fun too.”

“Let her go,” Noah shouted, playing his role perfectly. He knew Mia had no idea he was in on this…but he also knew that for the rape fantasy to work for his wife, it had to seem real. Fully real.

Noah made as if to struggle as Deon and Emmett dragged him up the stairs. He could hear Mia’s whimpering as Cameron manhandled her up the stairs right behind them. The three black men shoved the young couple into the master bedroom. All three intruders wore black tees, pants, and boots. Deon pointed the gun at Noah.

“Take off your clothes, pretty boy. Show your wife the goods.”

Noah stuttered. “N-no please. You can’t do this.”

Deon’s rugged, angular face flared to life as his eyes bulged. “Oh, believe me, white boy. I AM doing this. Now you going to take off your clothes OR…” he walked over suddenly and thrust the barrel of the pistol against Mia’s left breast, “OR you want me to pull this trigger?”

Noah put up his hands, looking panicked. “No! Please, stop. Don’t hurt her. I’m doing what you asked. Look.” He swiftly undressed. Now it was Mia’s turn.

Deon turned to the pretty girl. She was practically trembling…yet part of her felt a strange rush of something she didn’t even want to acknowledge. Arousal? No, it couldn’t be. Deon’s free hand reached around, unhooking the girl’s bra strap. He watched, licking his lips as the bra fell away, revealing two perky breasts. He then pressed the barrel of the gun until it slid underneath the waistband of her panties.

“Please…” Mia groaned, her eyes filled with terror. Slowly, with a touch of seduction, the tall black man used his gun to slide the pink panties down to Mia’s ankles. Then he stood back up, waving with the gun. Mia knew what he wanted. She stepped out of the panties, now totally naked in front of these strange men. These intruders in her house. The fact that they could do anything to her and her husband should have just terrified her. It did…but it also had another effect. A traitorous, almost obscene influence. Mia found herself turned on by this awful ordeal. Her secret rape fantasy was breathing unexpected life into her libido.

‘No. This is a nightmare. I have to escape,’ she reminded herself. Now the nightmare became suddenly more real.

“OK, little slut. Now we going to show you OUR goods,” Deon growled. He, Cameron, and Emmett proceeded to strip out of their clothes. All three were muscular young men, 18 or 19 years of age. Deon was not only the tallest, he also seemed the most ruthless. He motioned at his two companions. “Tie hubbie to the chair right there. Let him watch as we fuck up his girl.”

Noah shouted ‘No!’ as the two men went about their work. Soon poor Noah was tied naked to the chair, his wrists bound to the armrests while his ankles were tied to the chair’s legs. Meanwhile Deon had his arm around Mia.