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Fantasy Made Reality

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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She didn’t hear the door opening, the men breaking into her house. They’d watched her, seen her, known that she’d gone in alone. She was a target, a hottie, someone who would not be quick enough to scream, a house without any directly adjoining neighbours, being a detached house.

All Jane knew was hands on her, pinning her down, the mattress bowing under her, suddenly back to wakefulness, blinking, shrieking, only the bedside table light still on. They grasped and they grabbed, not caring for her comfort, for all they were interested in was restraining her. The bed bowed under the weight of more bodies than she expected, all at once, trying to scream, though the pillow her face was shoved into muffled most of it.

What was happening? What was going on? She howled and writhed, fighting with all her might, curses erupting above her, greedy hands pinning her, a knee in the small of her back and a hand on the back of her neck holding her in place. Grunting and wheezing, she could barely breathe, though she didn’t want to let them know that, fearful tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah, you fight like a wildcat,” one of them, a man, grunted, though Jane had enough strength left in her not to shudder. “Christ… Do you thrash like that when your husband wants a good time?”

Her husband? A good time? Her stomach sank, twisting, curling, guts writhing as if she was about to lose the contents of her stomach. Oh no… No… No, it couldn’t be. She half-twisted, trying to see back, and even through a haze of blonde hair obscuring her vision, the blue jumpsuits of the blokes that had been outside working was clear to see.

And the hard bulge grinding into her hip as one leaned over her, dragging her to the side, so that she laid more in the centre of the bed, was not something that she was keen on uncovering the meaning behind at all. With her body flushed with heat, her hair a mess, completely and utterly at their mercy, something rough pulled over her flesh, a length of rope, one going for her hands even as she fought and fought, holding back her sobbing gasps.

Her attackers, however, were none other than Carson and Harvey, Harvey having enlisted Carson and, very kindly, been roped in to help Jane play out her most private, most intimate of fantasy. It had been easier than even he could have expected to put it to Carson, but that by no means took away from the intensity of the scene as they grappled with the woman that both, in one way or another, had close feelings for.

Jane was not to know that. All she knew was that she was being taken, her wrists yanked behind her back by force and restrained with rough rope, something that felt like it should have belonged in the garden, something from their toolkits perhaps. She hissed through her teeth and thrashed, but she did not care for how she slammed into them, their hands roughly groping, feeling her body all over, from head to toe.

“Doesn’t look like you got any bruises from that,” one man hissed, bearing down into her as she was flipped on her back, the robe falling open to reveal her bare breasts, the tie barely holding on at her midriff. “Nice and ready for us too… Good, I don’t like a bruised-up body to fuck.”

She shuddered, about to scream, though a hand over her mouth took that away from her, squeezing and pinching and bearing down heavily enough that she could not work her jaw to bite him. The bastard!

Yet they forced her down, her wrists aching under her back, pressed into the bed, her legs forcibly spread. Her strong curves were no use against them, no matter how she lashed out, a quadricep bulging as she kicked, cheeks hot with fury. Between the two of them, they didn’t have to do any more to hold her down, comfortable using their hands. She was struck with the sudden, disconcerting sense that they had done it before, stomach churning, their gross hands crawling all over her, pinching and prodding and poking, though the heat of her body coursed through. With Jane’s heart pounding, she was powerless to stop them from sliding their hands between her legs, faceless entities with their expressions and features hidden behind their ski masks, though the dark eyes…

“Mmmmph!”

She snarled into the man’s hand as he squeezed her face, holding her there, stealing speech from her as the other fingered her, sliding first one digit in up to the knuckle and then a second.

“Heh,” he mocked her. “Looks like you’re already wet… Look at this… Someone would even think you want it…”

What? No! No, she didn’t want it, heaving, gasping, though her struggles only made her robe part even more until they tore it away entirely, letting it hang from her arms and over her shoulders, the rest of her body exposed. Yet she could not stop them from fingering her, fingers sliding deeper, straining to add a third, her traitorous body responding purely to the physical stimulation even as her heart pounded.

“Wet, so wet… Looks like you need a good dick in you to sort that, hm?”

The words were not as harsh as they could have been, a knee forced between her legs as a zip was yanked down at the front of the man’s jumpsuit, one at her head and the other between her legs, though the scent of sweat and fear hung in the air.

“Go on, man,” the other encouraged him with a short, harsh laugh. “If you won’t fucking take her pussy, I will…”

That seemed to spur him into action, hitching her legs up around his hips, his cock hard and ready. Jane screamed into the hand gagging her, her pussy violated, penetrated deeply, though the lubrication of her pussy folds made it easier than it otherwise could have been. Her heart pounded, heaving, grunting, gasping, body thrashing against physical pleasure while her mind reeled.

No… No, it couldn’t be. She could not be being raped. It was wrong, couldn’t be happening, a twisted pair of stockings used to gag her so that she could be manhandled more roughly, grunting, eyes wide and strained. Still, that cock plunged deep into her as if her abuser knew her body more intimately than even she did, moaning as he lunged and took her, one hand braced powerfully against the headboard of the bed.

What was wrong with her? Her knees were weaker than expected, head swimming, the pounding, driving force of that cock hypnotising in the worst of ways. Where she did not want to think about it he forced her to, her grunts ignored.

“Damn, she’s a good fuck.”

His friend cursed and shouldered him, though Jane was too far gone to see the tension between them.

“Then let me in and see if she’s worth it…”

Jane didn’t know what that meant, not even as that dick dragged from her, her body hauled up over someone’s shoulder, legs kicking, though she was still weak from her swim. If she had not gone so hard down there, maybe she would not have been so worn out, but it was too late for regrets like that. Her pussy slickened with her own juices, her body, at the very least, making it easier for her to bear physically, if not mentally.

She was cheating, she thought dimly as she was shoved face down over the arm of the sofa, the same cock plunging into her. It was wrong, so wrong, moaning painfully into the gag, though it was more of an emotional pain than a physical one, her pussy exposed as he pushed into her deeply, slamming in hard and fast. Dimly, she was aware that it was kind of just like the fantasy that she had talked about with Harvey, but surely that was just her mind working strangely, the cock inside her filling the same space that Carson always had. At least he wasn’t so big that he hurt her, though that felt strange to think in a moment like that.

She was dragged about onto the living room floor, tiring of one position and moving on to the next, on her side, one leg raised so that he could get into her, though the man had to shove it up and out of the way. Jane grunted into the gag, straining the corners of her lips, though it was becoming looser. Maybe if she could get it out, she could cry for help? But then what would they do to her? That was always a fear for a woman, always…

The rope pulled too harshly around her wrists, however, and proved to be too limiting to them, one slicing through it roughly with a knife and grabbing her wrists, using his body against her as they were pinned above her head. On her side, she screamed, twisting, writhing, yet Jane may as well have not tried to fight at all, for all the good it did her.

He grunted heavily, leaning into her, working his hips furiously as her pussy was spread open, seemingly more and more. Yet she was powerless to do anything as a load of strange cum was dumped in her, her head reeling, grunting, moaning, knowing that she was being unfaithful and yet…

Fuck, it felt good too. She hated it, loathed that she even had that thought in her mind, even as a strange man’s cum was pumped into her, yet it was still there. Hot seed filled her pussy with every spurt, but she could not deny how close she was to orgasm herself, her traitor of a body betraying her at the moment she needed it the most!

Did they know that? Her cheeks burned with shame, the man drawing his cock out of her, groping her arse, shoving her onto her front, spanking her.

“Fucking bitch, you really like this, don’t you?”

She shuddered. Oh, they knew, yes, they did know, her shame complete, though Jane didn’t know what to do about it. It was definitely cheating if she liked it, she knew that, but there was little she could do when she was overpowered by two males who were, very clearly, a lot stronger than she was. He spanked her arse, her flesh jiggling, yet that was not enough for him even as his cock softened, too soft to take her again for the time being. His hands greedily groped her all over, slapping her boobs, her belly, even her belly and thighs, places that she would never have considered sexy.

And all it did was make her feel more usable and worthless than before, begging for dick with her moans, her cries, words secluded against the same of her abuse.

“Yeah, man, show her!”

But the second man could not be held off by a good show forever, Harvey practically itching to take his turn with Jane while Carson had had first go and a good few fucks in different positions to start him off. Jane groaned and twisted, but he had her up and over the loveseat, legs dangling, her head shoved down, gag working its way free of her mouth. Whether she wanted it, truly, or not, her body was there to be used and there was nothing she felt she could do about it, bouncing back and forth between resistance and lust. Somehow, they both went together.

The second cock was worse, the feeling of cheating swamping her, clawing at the pit of her stomach. Yet why did it have to feel good, her power stripped from her? Maybe that made it better, in a horrible kind of way, grinding deep, slamming into her, her body laid out over the seat of the loveseat like an offering. She grunted and gasped, eyes half-closed, hair obscuring her face, though she could still feel the other man’s eyes on her, as if they were penetrating her soul.

“Unff… Yeah… Yeah, oh, you’re not tight after the first fuck, are you?”

He mocked her, yet her body ached for it even more, her gag finally slipping free. Jane gasped, sucking in a full breath through her mouth, though all that came out afterwards was a moan.

“Oh, fuuuck…”

No! No, she couldn’t let them see she wanted it, the unfaithfulness of her body setting her heart pounding even more fervently. No, she had to hold back, even as her hair was wrenched, the first man sitting on her sofa and stroking his half-soft dick, fondling himself, while she was abused, back to full hardness. The one pounding her pussy leaned over her further, muscles clenching, using her body to fulfil him more and more.

Yet he did not last as long as the first, no matter how much Harvey might have liked to, for it was far, far hotter than he could ever have imagined watching Carson fucking his wife so furiously and savagely. There were no other words for it, not as he had left bruises and marks on her body, though they’d been careful not to go further into what Jane had divulged to him in her fantasy. Harvey doubted Jane even remembered telling him, though the delicious shudders of her body as he pounded her were hotter than he could ever have imagined.

Her heart ached as he spent himself inside her, slamming and grinding through his orgasm, the second load of seed dumped into her bare, unprotected pussy. Jane moaned, panting, feeling as if she should have been begging him to stop, yet her cries only rose.

“Ah… Fuck… No… Please…”

She was not really begging him to stop, even if that’s how her words would have been construed, her hair brushed to the side to expose the vulnerable back of her neck. He pulled his cock from her, leaving a sloppy cream-pie in its wake, a smirk on his lips still hidden by the ski mask. Jane was not even bound and she could not fight back, collapsed on the floor, her robe taken off her shoulders, leaving her gleaming with sweat, her inner thighs marked with the offerings of her rapists.

Carson took his position, taking her through to the dining room, the one used for special occasions, laying her out on her back over the old hardwood, her moans rising.

“Oh… Please… Yes…” She breathed, head spinning, though her body ached desperately. “No… My husband…”

It was time. He brushed her hair back from her face, leaning over her, though Carson did not spare her the feel of his cock pushing in as she shrieked in orgasm. Jane could not help it, not as her pussy gripped and massaged his length erratically, finally sent over the edge as her body could not hold back for a single moment more. Climax ripped through her as Carson leaned over, his lips close to hers, though the revelation had to come from him primarily, even though he had just watched her be fucked by another man.

“How are you enjoying your “rape”, Jane?”

He took all the roughness out of his tone, speaking in his normal voice, Jane’s chest heaving, bosom rolling, eyes wide. No… No, it could not be. Yet the sparkle in his eye was undoubtedly Carson’s, the feel of his cock the same as he pushed into her, rolling his hips, making sure that she was filled.

“Oh… Fuck…” She moaned, head rolling back against the table. “You…”

But she didn’t have the breath for it, not even as relief washed through her, panting, moaning, her body squeezing more vehemently around him. It was Carson, definitely Carson, him taking a moment to rip the ski mask off as the second man did so too.

Oh god…

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For she had not just taken any other man’s cum into her pussy but it had been Harvey’s cock and Harvey’s cum. Her head swam, yet the twisted guilt of cheating was lost in Carson’s eyes, her husband grasping her tit with a low, pleasured growl.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

It was hard to feel guilty about Harvey fucking her when Carson was there, lusting so clearly for her body as he was, everything sort of ethical – at least when it came to the “cheating”, which had not really been such. He licked his lips, hungry for her, thrusting and pushing, the table jostled lightly with the power of his strokes.

“Your safe word is “Poughkeepsie”, Jane,” he whispered, not wanting to break the scene too much. “God, you’re so fucking hot like this… Shout it if you don’t want to continue, okay? Remember: Poughkeepsie.”

The only answer Jane had for him was to capture her husband’s lips in as deep a kiss as she could, relieved, her body aching with tiredness. It was a lot of emotion, after all, to carry around, thinking that one was cheating, and it all made sense why it had been so enjoyable, her heart pounding. The kiss broke, her husband snarling, pounding her as if there was nothing else for him, hands under her arse, fingers digging in to leave bruises that would make sitting for the next few days quite difficult.

“Yes…” She groaned, taking it all, though she wanted to keep in character too. “No… Ah… Fuck… Your cock… You’re so big… You’re gonna…”

But she could neither plead for him to stop, in character, nor to keep going, Harvey looking on with a grin that had to be turned sadistic to remain in keeping with the scene. Yet there was nothing better than her hungrily leaning into the crude, savage thrusts of her husband as he fucked her like he really was raping her, against her will.

It was hard to say it was against her will anymore, even as she moaned and muttered her begging for him to stop, turning her head away, his hand grasping her, forcing her to look at him. Yet she squealed like a bitch in heat as he emptied his load in her, ropes of sticky cum filling her for a second time from him. Jane shuddered. She’d taken three loads so far. It was good that she was on birth control, or else she might have been having a kid, let alone Harvey’s child…

Harvey’s kid. Oh. Oh. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, the possibility that she could have been knocked up from a real act of being taken against her will… That side would have been wrong, undoubtedly so, though it being Harvey? She trembled. To be nothing more than a whore carrying another man’s baby as they fucked her silly? It got her wetter than anything so far, her pussy slick around her husband’s dick.

Though her husband fucked her harder and harder, a deep groan rising from the back of his throat, she had another man in her mind, wanting him, lusting for something more than even she could imagine. Jane heaved and panted, yet even that was a struggle as her suddenly dominant, crass husband’s hands closed around her neck.

She trembled. No… No, he wasn’t her husband, not then. He was an invader, someone who had come to rape her, to abuse her, and her body was more than on board with whatever the freak wanted to do with her.

She let herself go, whimpering, pleading, though keeping the safe word in mind, that she could stop it all in mind, her chest heaving, the pressure on her neck growing. She strained for breath and yet he didn’t let up, not even as her eyes felt like they were bulging, the pressure within her body growing and growing. It strained until the point where she thought she was going to pass out, on the brink of losing control, but her orgasm and his came at practically the same time, an explosive wave of delight ripping through her as he unloaded bareback in her cunt.

Yes…cunt. It was a dirty word for a dirty situation, wild and raunchy, Jane getting into it even as she blinked, languishing in climax, barely with herself in the searing, blistering warmth of the afterglow. She was passed around, taken against the wall, Harvey’s firm, strong body pinning her there while Carson laughed crassly.

“She’s all yours… Told you she fucking wants your dick.”

She trembled. Oh, how she did, Harvey rough with her, using the weight of his muscled body to overpower her even though she didn’t need it. She squirmed, fighting back again, yet her legs spread a little too willingly, a part of her in character still, bruises spreading over her. During their struggle, a bit of her hair had even been pulled out too roughly, leaving a burning ache across her scalp – and yet the pain somehow made it even better.

It was the first time she was aware that it was Harvey’s dick entering her, her back trying to press her forward, away from him, even as he growled and dragged her back onto his cock.

“Come on, slut, don’t act like you don’t want it.”

Oh god, Harvey is actually fucking me… He’s going to…cum in me again!

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She whimpered, panting, eyes half-closed as he pressed deep up into her passage.

“No… Please… Let me go, I don’t want…”

But she couldn’t hold it, slipping from character, letting out a raw and ragged howl.

“Ohhhhh, yes! Please fuck me! I love your cock in me – harder! Oh, god, Carson… Harvey! I need this… Yes… Oh… So much… Harder… Yes… Yes!”

She heaved and panted, eyes half-closed, blonde hair in disarray, yet they didn’t falter, even with her slip from character. He grabbed her head, shoving her forward against the wall with a savage growl.

“You think that fucking matters, slut? You’re wet for our dicks and you’ll be treated as you damn well deserve!”

She howled, broken in orgasm yet again, his free hand between her thighs, squeezing her clit too roughly, yet she didn’t care. There was little more at all in the world that she could have possibly cared about. She was dragged down to the ground, Harvey on his back, though she blinked, confused by the position – at least that was until Carson pressed up behind her. With her bare arse raised, her face close to Harvey’s, her backside was perfectly exposed for Carson to push into her, slowly but surely penetrating her anal ring.

The double penetration was more powerful and more extreme than Jane could have ever imagined it would be, the ultimate debasement: being taken by two strong, powerful men at the same time, leaving her helpless between them. They pumped her in unison, Carson’s grinding thrusts going deeper and deeper until he was confident that she could take all of him without coming to any harm. The slap of his hips brutishly slamming into her soft arse filled the room, her moans rising, hardly able to stay in character.

That orgasm was the most powerful of all, Jane dimly aware through the joyous haze of it, tears in her eyes, that Carson was filling her backside with his cream. How could he not when her arse was so tight around him, Harvey thrusting, pressing his face hotly into her neck, need getting the better of him? It was spellbinding, mind-blowing, pinned between two strong male bodies, helpless at their whim, all power stripped from her.

There was nowhere else that Jane would rather have been.

“Yes…” Her lips parted, shiny with a hint of saliva, eyes wide and wild, hair clinging to the side of her face. “Yes… Oh, fuck… Yes, take me! Fucking fill me!”

She broke, screaming for them, crying out for their cum, moaning aloud, the feel of his skin on hers so burningly erotic that she was forced out of the moment. Double-stuffed by them both, fucked at the same time, her husband and her employee… Oh, there were a whole host of ramifications for that, but the heat of the moment, Jane could not find it in herself to care.

“Yes… Harder… Stuff me deeper, ah…boys…” She gasped for breath, lips parted, barely with her senses. “Oh god… Fuck… Never felt…this full…”

But she couldn’t get all the words out she wanted to, devolving into a moan, orgasm wracking her, losing sense of where one climax ended and another had begun. Maybe it was one continuous stream of pleasure? Only after Harvey had emptied his balls in her yet again did she moan, slumping a little, wanting to beg to be released (for that would get her more again), though the aches and strains in her body were too much.

“Ah… Ohhhh… Poughkeepsie…”

They caught her in their arms instantly, taking her to the living room, laying her out on the sofa, bringing her another, fresh bathrobe, though Jane laughed weakly and waved them off, saying something about not needing it.

“Fuck me one more time,” she groaned, finding her energy again, not quite done even though they’d thought she was. “One more… Come on, lads…”

She teased them until they laughed and joined her on the living room floor, on the big, plush rug that she’d never thought would come to such uses. She kissed Carson while Harvey plundered her pussy, adoring him, showing him how much she appreciated him letting her fuck someone else, all with her husband’s permission of course. It was all she could convey to him in the kiss, Harvey slamming into her as if there was nothing else in the world left for him but her pussy, grinding in powerfully, panting heavily. Sweat beaded his skin, a damp curl of hair at the nape of his neck, yet Jane did not care for any of the dirtiness of it all, only that she was there, between them both, the men stripped of their jumpsuits in their bare flesh finally.

He climaxed in her, filling her pussy, but she rolled onto all fours, offering herself to Carson, who gladly took up position behind her. It was like coming home again to feel his length inside her, gently pushing, taking her, though the roughness too was what she craved as she practically snarled for it. It was a feral way of being, something that had to be savoured once it had been released, yet the feel of him adding to the multiple loads inside her was something that she cherished, holding close to her heart.

“No…” She moaned, feeling him close to climax. “You… Carson… Pull out, cum on my…my…”

She was not to be trifled with at such a time, weak with orgasm but able to get on her knees, jacking her husband off over her face. His cream shot forth even as Carson muttered something of a protest, marking her cheeks, trickling down her chin, over her lips, the best kind of pearl necklace she could ever have imagined.

He chuckled, brushing his hair back, mask off, light-headed.

“You…” He laughed. “Just like you said, hey? About speaking before senate with cum on your chin?”

Even Harvey had to laugh at that, even though he did not know the prior joke that it referred to. He was only glad that everything had gone so well between them, panting, everyone catching their breath. Yet there was more than enough time for that.

Sex-dazed and drunk on lust, they sprawled out, Carson leaving to fetch them glasses of water from the kitchen, Jane turning to Harvey on the rug, as tired as she was. God, he was even more ripped than she had imagined…

“You…” She tried to regulate her breathing, licking her lips, her grin infectious. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know…”

To show her appreciation, even though the breathless man waved her off, she took his softening cock into her mouth. He was still trying to get hard even then, cleaning him off gently and smoothly, careful of his oversensitivity in the aftermath of climax. Yet she wanted him to know how much him playing a part in making her fantasy a reality meant to her, tongue running around his cock-tip, leaving no part untouched in her gentle cleansing of his most intimate parts.

“But maybe a shower is in order too,” he chuckled, drawing her into his arms, letting her rest with her head on his chest, an intimacy that was not love but something else entirely lingering between them.

They could have that in time, all in good time, taking the offered glasses of water from Carson, Jane downing half in one go, though Carson fussed over her.

“Jane, I didn’t think we were so rough… You’re not hurt, are you?”

She chuckled.

“A little roughed-up, honey, but all in a good way.”

Her eyes met his and she scooted in a little closer, running her fingers along the line of his jaw, taking a breath.

“Thank you, darling,” she murmured with all sincerity in her heart, Harvey, kindly, allowing them space to reconnect in the quiet afterglow. “You… That was amazing. I never thought that could happen, not like that, not with you, not with someone I trust so much. It was wild…so wild…”

She could not deny her newfound respect for him as a lover, her whole body aching faintly, though a warm glow encompassed her, letting it be all that it needed to be. She moaned softly, kissing him gently, though even her lips felt bruised. That was hotter than she’d ever thought it could be.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he breathed, breaking the kiss. “You tell me anytime you want to do something new… I’ll always be here for you.”

Her husband was there for her, all as she’d never known. Not “too sweet”, not “too kind”, but exactly the man that she’d needed him to be all along. Leaning into him, she let his arms envelop her, exhaling softly.

A fantasy made reality was the best kind when Carson orchestrated it all just for her.