How to Rape a Man
By Alexandra Romanova alexandra_romanova@canada.com
A cheater is overpowered by a much weaker woman, brutally raped by two and enslaved by a third.


Part One: Stalk

My roommate and best friend Joanne had been raving about Ed, this guy she had
been dating for several weeks. He sounded to me like he was far too into
himself, but Joanne didn't see it that way. She was totally head over heels in
love with him. One night I was helping her get ready for a date. She said, "I
think he may be the one, Alex. A lot of guys are looking for physical intimacy
but are afraid of emotional intimacy, but not Ed. We grow closer every time we
meet. What I don't understand is why we aren't officially a couple. He should
have asked me to make it exclusive by now."

"Some guys need a little prodding," I said. "Why don't you ask him?"

"That's just what I was thinking. Tonight's the night." She left looking very
happy and very excited. I was surprised to see her back after only two hours.
She had mascara streaming down her cheeks. She obviously had been crying hard
for some time. I took her into my arms and she sobbed on my shoulder. I stood
there just holding her for a few minutes waiting for her to calm down. Finally
she said, "I found out why he's not afraid of intimacy. It is because he has a
safety net. He is getting married in June. I was just a final fling." I did
what I could to make her feel better, but she was inconsolable. "The only
thing that would make me feel better would be to beat the bastard up."

Revenge. It can be therapeutic. It gives a sense of justice and closure. Over
the next few days it became clear that if nothing were done, Joanne would have
scars. She may have difficulty getting close to a man again. Plus, I was
interested to see if I could actually pull it off. When I told Joanne of my
plan, I noticed her nostrils flare and pupils dilate in excitement, but she
didn't think I could do it. She gave me several anecdotes about how strong Ed
was.

She did agree to help me. We parked outside the Rattlesnake, his watering
hole, on a Friday evening and waited. Just before 8:00 she pointed out his
pickup truck and we watched him enter. We drove back to our apartment and I
got ready. I put on my man killer outfit: a bright scarlet low cut short body
hugging dress, nylons and high heels. I tied the other nylons and put them in
my purse. I told Joanne to stay by the phone and left for the bar at about
10:30. She gave me a kiss on the lips for good luck.

As Joanne predicted, he was still at the bar, but now with a few beers under
his belt. I sat at a table not too close, ordered a near beer and looked him
over. Joanne was not exaggerating about his fitness. He was much stronger than
me. He was wearing tall hiking boots, jeans that hugged his legs, a sports
jacket over a white shirt and leather tie.

Perfect!

I sat there for a few minutes finalizing some of the details of my plan. He
and his friends started to notice my attention. I made eye contact with him
and gave him a predatory look, which I expect he misinterpreted. I walked over
to the bar to get another drink. Predictably, he was beside me like a flash
offering to buy me a shooter. I ordered a Sourpus because of its low alcohol
content and he had a tequila. After an hour of hanging on his every word and
laughing at everything he said that was remotely funny, we were leaving for
his apartment. I drove; he was no longer capable.

Part Two: Capture

When we got into his apartment, he bent over to take off his hiking boots;
this I couldn't allow. I reached between his legs with my right hand and
started caressing his semi-erect penis. I bent over him and pressed my breasts
against his back and reached around with my left hand and gently pinched his
right nipple. He forgot about the bootlaces.

When he came to attention, I slid around him and kneeled at his feet. I undid
his belt and jeans and pulled them down to his knees as I caressed his prick
through his briefs with my lips. I reached down and pulled to loops out of the
bows in his laces and yanked the laces into tight knots. While continuing
through his briefs, I got him to lift one foot at a time and pulled the waist
of the jeans down over his boots.

Next I stood up and kissed him as I took off his sports jacked. His chest,
shoulders and arms were magnificent. In spite of having his feet immobilized,
he was quite capable of defeating me. He reached around me and unzipped my
dress, then pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor in one
motion, leaving me wearing only panties, garters, stocking and high heels. I
undid his leather tie while he removed his shirt. I pulled the tie off but
held one end in each hand. I wrapped my arms around him over his arms and
kissed him again with my tongue probing deeply. I flattened my breasts against
his chest and spread my knees to press my genitals against his through two
thin layers of underwear. Apparently, he found this distracting because he
didn't notice me tying the ends of his leather tie in a taut line hitch behind
his back.

I abruptly stopped the kisses and looked at him triumphantly. "You don't even
realize your peril," I bragged, "but it is already to late for you to escape.
His look went from one of arousal to fear and anger as I pulled on the free
end of the tie and pinned his elbows to his ribs.

"You pervert!" he said, "Let me go!" His deltoids rippled as he exerted
tremendous force against the tie. The taut line hitch allows me to tighten it,
but will not release no matter how much force is put on the loop.
Nevertheless, it was clear he would free himself in minutes by working the
loop up to his shoulders. I gave him a good shove and he tumbled to the floor
because of the jeans restraining his feet.

"You bitch! I am going to break you in half when I get out of this," he said.
I rolled him onto his stomach, kicked my high heels of, placed one foot on his
back and pulled on the free end of the tie with both hands.

"Don't you mean if you get out," I said. Bravado not withstanding, I only
bought myself a few more minutes. I went to my handbag and pulled out a nylon
stocking I had tied into a pair of handcuffs cuffs consisting of two loops
similar to the one restraining his arms. They are designed to hold his wrists
so close that he couldn't use one hand to untie the other. The nylon is
strong, but won't injure his wrists. I grabbed one of his hands, slipped a
loop over it and tightened it. I grabbed his other hand to pull it to the
first, but I could not do it. Though he was restrained at the elbow and I was putting
all my weight into it, I could not force his wrists together. Meanwhile, our
struggle was moving the tie towards his shoulders. I put my left hand through
the free loop. With my right hand, I reached between his legs, grabbed his
balls and squeezed as if my life depended on it, which it may well have. He
shrieked in agony. This weakened his resolve long enough for me to grab his
free hand with my left, slip the loop onto his and tighten it. Now I was safe
and could relax. I sat back and enjoyed his futile struggle.

He suddenly stopped struggling, rolled over and glared at me. "You are going
to untie me and get the hell out of here right now!" he commanded
authoritatively.

"Edward. Try to understand that now that you are incapable of enforcing your
will, what you want or do not want is no longer of consequence. Only my will
counts now," I said calmly.

I pulled my cell phone out of my handbag and phoned Joanne. "Hi Joanne. We are
at his apartment. The hog is tied. Bring Ralph and Charlie."

Part Three: Play

"We have a few minutes, Edward. Let's get to know each other," I said. I
rolled him over again, put my foot on the small of his back, put each of my
hands through the waistband and a leg hole of his briefs and pulled will all
my strength. He let out a groaned as his briefs shredded in the front leaving
him naked from the ankle up, except for his bonds. I rolled him onto his back
by twisting his ankles. He was sporting a very impressive full erection, and
Joanne was proven not to be a liar. I gave it a stroke and said; "Abuse and
humiliation must be good for a man if it draws this reaction." I went back to
my handbag and took out a Polaroid camera and a Cock and Ball Torture (CBT)
thong. The CBT thong has a leather band, which I fastened around his balls
below the prick and cinched it so his balls were tight against his scrotum. A
leather cup was attached at one end to the band. The other end tapers to a
1/2" wide strap, which passed through a slot at the far side of leather band
holding the cup over his balls. The strap was about a foot long and was
fastened back on itself with three rhinestone studs. Pulling on the strap
causes pressure on the balls and extreme agony.

I took a step back and took a Polaroid of my handiwork. If receiving this is
good for men, by the same reasoning dishing it out must be good for women. I
was extremely aroused. I said, "No sense in wasting a perfectly good
erection." I pulled my panties off and straddled him.

"I don't want sex with you, you cunt. Get off of me."

"Oh," I said feigning surprise. "Firstly, Edward, I don't think it appropriate
to call me a cunt." I gave him a 5 second jolt with the CBT thong. He screamed
with agony. "From now on you will address me as Mistress Alexandra. As for the
other matter, I am glad that in spite of your subservient position you had the
assertiveness to express this." Then I moved so are faces were an inch apart.
"Because otherwise this wouldn't be rape!" Then I enveloped him.

Rape! In my darkest fantasies, I never dreamed it would have such a thrilling
bittersweet tang! All the physical and emotional sensations of sex with a
physically magnificent man, plus the feeling of conquest, of triumph, of
power, and the primal, predatorial lustful feeling of the climax of a
successful hunt. And my conscience was clear. I am not beyond good and evil, I
was acting for justice and restitution. Nevertheless, I felt like a Nietchean
Uberfreulein.

I paused to get a Polaroid of our copulation before continuing to orgasm. At
one point it became apparent from his moans and breathing that he was close to
coming. That would not do. Fortunately, as well as being a useful tool in
controlling a man's behaviour, the CBT thong is a rather drastic method for
controlling his ejaculation; one 2 second yank brought him back to Earth.

After I came, my appetite was nowhere near satisfied. I shifted up to his head
and ground my wet pussy into his face. He kept his lips pressed tightly
together. "Get that tongue out and get to work," I ordered, but he refused.
"You know, Edward, you have no choice. Why make it hard on yourself?" Still no
reaction, so I give the CBT a quick tug. His tongue began darting into me, but
the pace quickly became lack lustre. I gave him two long pulls to get his
attention. When he stopped screaming, I said, "If you want to stay in that
octave, you will have to do better than that." I can't describe the thrill of
seeing the look of fear in his eyes peering up at me over my mons as he
vigorously probed my pussy. As I became aroused again I rubbed up and down his
face smearing it as much as possible with girljuice. I grabbed the camera and
took another Polaroid.

Just then, the door opened and Joanne walked in carrying a leather book bag.
He wriggled his mouth free and yelled; "I should have known you were behind
this you vindictive little..." He abruptly stopped when I started to reach for
the thong.

"I believe the word you were looking for was Mistress," I offered.

"Yes Mistress Alexandra," he said in a subdued voice.

"Tell you Mistress Joanne how much you miss her," I ordered.

"Mistress Joanne, I miss you a lot. I made a terrible mistake."

"Don't you think that is sweet, Joanne," I said. "I think he deserved a
reward. He has been working hard."

"I couldn't agree more," she said. "I know where the glasses are." She went to
the kitchen and returned with a glass.

"Do you remember how everything works?" I asked.

"I should be able to manage," she said. By now his penis had become
semi-erect. She moistened, then puckered her lips and ran them down the
ventral side of his shaft. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the length
of his prick, then took him into her mouth. Within 3 or 4 strokes in her mouth
he was at full attention. She started to work on him with her hand rapidly
with each stroke going right to the base.

Meanwhile, I had coaxed him into resuming his work on me. Within a few minutes
he and I orgasmed together. Joanne caught his cum in the glass and milked him
for every drop she could get. It was an impressive load, especially
considering the abuse his boys had been through.

I slid off him and sat on the floor beside his head leaning against the wall.
"Thank your Mistress for the nice blow job she gave you," I ordered.

"Thank you Mistress Joanna," he said humbly.

"But why are you thanking me?" asked Joanna. "I didn't swallow. You never use
to thank me if I didn't swallow."

"Maybe he is trying to be more sympathetic and understanding," I suggested.

"Well it is a nice gesture, but I don't see how he could understand if he
hasn't experienced swallowing boy cum," she said.

"If only there was some way we could help him out there," I said. Joanne
grinned and held up the glass.

She jumped on him and pressed down on his chin with her
left hand. "Open up," she said, but he held his lips firmly pressed together.
She dribbled a few drops of seamen onto his mouth and it dripped down the side
of his face and mixed nicely with my girljuice already there.

"Do as your mistress ordered," I commanded and gave a good long tug on the CBT
thong. He let out a muffled scream keeping his lips pressed together. I gave
it another pull with the same reaction.

"Gee that must hurt," said Joanne.

"No not at all," I said, "I could keep this up all night, but thanks for
asking."

"You see Edward," she said, "we have got all we will ever need from your
balls. You have to decide if you want to keep them. Its your call."

He slowly opened his mouth. I took another Polaroid as Joanne poured his own
Jizz into his mouth.

"Joanne, I think that I wasted my effort in tying him up if all you are going
to do is give him a blow job. He probably would have volunteered for that. I
think that you should get him to do something for you that he wouldn't do
otherwise."

"Good thinking," she said as she got off of him. As she took off her slacks
and panties she said, "Edward, you are going to lick my ass, and don't miss a
spot." She straddled him with her bum in his face. She must have been
expecting more resistance because as soon as her bum touched his face her
pupils dilated in the surprise of the sensation of his tongue pressing against
her anus. He was not willing to risk even one more encounter with the CBT
thong. I manoeuvred into a camera angle were I could see exactly what he was
doing and took a Polaroid. He brought her to orgasm and kept on working her
until she pulled herself off.

Part Four: Devour

In the mean time, I was checking out his furniture. I selected a chair in the
living room with wide sturdy legs reinforced with cross members between each
leg. Its padded back came to about waste height. When Joanne was done, we
dragged him over and stood him behind the back of the chair. There was not
much fight left in him, but we couldn't afford to be complacent; a chance at
freedom and revenge could give him his second wind and he was stronger than me
and Joanne put together. If he got loose, I might be able to control him with
the thong, but I didn't want to risk using that again; I didn't actually want
to do him permanent injury.

I took another nylon and tied it around his left ankle just above the jeans. I
passed a short rope, which Joanne brought with her, through the nylon and tied
it, along with his ankle, to the left rear leg of the chair. I tied another
length of rope to the right loop of his nylon handcuffs. I tied another nylon
loop around his left hand and tied another rope to it. We bent him over the
back of the chair and ran the right and left hand ropes around the right and
left front legs of the chair without tying them. Joanne took the right rope in
both hands, braced both feet against the leg of the chair. I assumed a similar
position with the left rope in my left hand only as I needed my right hand for
the knife. I slid the blade of the knife through the left loop of the nylon
handcuffs. I counted down from '3' and as I cut the loop we hauled on our
ropes pulling his arms towards the front legs. His arms were still pinned at
the elbow by the leather tie. After we repositioned our hands on the ropes, I
cut the tie and we hauled on the ropes again and lashed our ropes on the cross
members leaving him secured to three of the legs, bent over the back of the
chair with his well formed buns up in the air. I tied another nylon around his
right ankle and Joanne tied a rope through it and passed the rope around the
rear right leg of the chair. I temporarily freed his right leg by cutting his
jeans in two through the crotch only to have Joanne pull it tight to the right
leg of the chair and lash it in place, spreading his legs and cheeks well
apart.

I rummaged through his closets and found a couple of ping-pong paddles. I
handed one of them to Joanne. I stood behind him to his right with Joanne on
his left. I couldn't resist giving his buns a quick fondle. "Now Edward, do
you know why you deserve this?" I asked.

"Deserve this!" he said. "I've done nothing wrong." I nodded to Joanne and we
swung the paddles at his respective cheeks with all our strength, she on the
forehand and me on the backhand.

I caressed his buns again and said; "You know you must address me as Mistress
Alexandra. Now why do you deserve this?"

"I've done nothing wrong Mistress Alexandra," he said.

We let the paddles fly again. "I don't think you are being honest with me,
Edward. Try again," I said. He said nothing so we let him have it again.
"Search your conscience deeply."

"I guess I broke Joanne's heart," he muttered.

SMACK

"I broke Mistress Joanne's heart, Mistress Alexandra," he said.

We both groped his ass to reinforce the progress he was making. "How did you
do that," I asked.

"By not telling her about my fiancée... Mistress Alexandra," he said.

"That is right. And what do you think would be a suitable punishment?" I
asked, continuing the caress.

"Well don't you think I have suffered enough, Mistress Alexandra?" he offered.

Without waiting for me, Joanne released a fierce blow to his ass. I had to
dart my hand away to avoid getting hit. "Suffered enough?" Joanne said, "Don't
you realize what I have been going through?" I joined Joanne in another blow
to his buns.

"She really loved you," I said. "You knew that and you used it to get your
jollies!"

SMACK

"Well," he whimpered, "Maybe I deserve six more strokes Mistr..." SMACK.
SMACK. "Okay, I deserve 30 Mistress Alexandra!"

"Oh," I said, switching back to caressing his now pink cheeks. "I would have
said another dozen would suffice, but you know your conscience better than I
do. I will yield to your judgement on this matter." He let out a groan. "Now
we are going to administer your just punishment. I want you to count each
stroke and remember that this is for your own benefit, so don't forget to
thank us each time and don't try to distract us with any other talk. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Mistress Alexandra," he said. SMACK! "One. Thank you Mistresses," he
said. SMACK! "Two. Thank you Mistresses." We took turns groping his ass
between strokes. We photographed each other taking strokes 9 and 10 being sure
not to get our faces in the shot. The bright redness of his bottom made a
colourful picture. His voice became more feeble and anxious. "Seventeen. Thank
you Mistresses. Eighteen...(oh God)...Thank you Mistresses."

"What is this God business," I demanded. "You were trying to distract us. We
will have to start from one."

"Please! No!" he pleaded.

"You know the rules," I said.

"Please! I can't take any more. Anything but that," she said.

"Well what do you think Joanne?" I asked.

"We could introduce him to Ralph and Charlie," she said.

"Now there's a good idea," I grinned. Go get Ralph and Charlie," I said. His
expression changed from tired fatalism to fear as he found new energy to
strain against his bonds. "No! Please Mistress. Not that. Not men," he begged.

"So you have figured out what is in store for you. What makes you think we
need men to do that?" I asked. Joanne pulled Ralph and Charlie, two 10" strap
on dildos, fom he bag. The fear in his eyes changed, but it did not diminish.
As we donned Ralph and Charlie, I palmed the tube of K-Y gel from Joanne's
bag. "I'll go first," I said. I dropped the K-Y gel between his legs where he
couldn't see it and stuck Ralph in his face. He stubbornly held his mouth
closed. "You don't have to take it in the mouth Edward, but your own saliva is
the only lubrication you will get. Without that, Ralph and Charlie are going
lacerate the walls of your rectum. At that, Ed opened his mouth and started
deep throating Ralph for all he was worth.

After about a minute, I took Ralph around back, lubed it up without Ed seeing
me. I gently slid it in to him against his resistance and was rewarded with a
groan. After a few strokes the resistance faded and I was giving it to him up
to the hilt. In the mean time Joanne got Ed working on Charlie. After a few
minutes we switched positions. There was a moment of revulsion on Ed's face as
he tasted his own assjuice, but he was afraid enough of abrasion that he
carried on with is work without protest. The shit on Ralph was worked over his
lips. I pulled Ralph out to spread it over his face to form a colourful mosaic
with the boy and girl juice stains already there. We switched positions over
and over again pausing only to take more Polaroids. On one of my turns at the
rear, I noticed that he had a full erection. I worked it with my hand as I
pumped him. He came quickly.

It occurred to me that there were no pictures of Ed's fiancée in his
apartment. On a hunch I opened the top draw of the chest of drawers in his
bedroom. Sure enough, face down in the drawer was the framed photograph of a
pretty young woman. He must have hid the picture before he left for the
evening, just in case he had company. He probably gave her a reassuring phone
call on his way out. I went back into the living room grabbed the phone and
hit redial. The phone rang seven times before a groggy sounding woman
answered, "Honey, I love you, but it is 2:00 in the morning." She must have
seen the call display.

"Sorry to bother you at this hour, but I thought we should talk," I said.

She ceased sounding groggy. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

"Oh, I am just a naked women calling you from your fiancé's apartment," I said
cheerfully. "He picked me up at the bar tonight. You would probably be more
interested in his regular lover," and I passed the phone to Joanne. She
explained her story and apparently got some sympathy. I took the phone back
and said, "We were a little more than Edward could handle tonight and he is in
need of a rescue. You better get right over here." Ed just remained silent
with a look of utter defeat on his face.

I was still wearing Ralph. I penetrated Ed one more time and unstrapped myself
from Ralph leaving it in. I secured it in place with a piece of duct tape
across Ed's red ass. Joanne and I than put our clothes back on to go, leaving
the Polaroids, paddles, CBT thong and Ralph just in case his fiancée had the
urge.

On the way out, I noticed an old-fashioned spring style mousetrap. I looked
back at Ed, with his manhood hanging vulnerably between his spread legs and I
couldn't resist a Parthian mind fuck. I picked up the mousetrap and held it
six inches from his face and struck the mechanism with a pen causing it to
snap. "How can I make you realize what a cruel thing this would be to do to a
mouse? Hmm. What part of your body is about the size of a mouse?" I cocked the
trap right in front of him.

"No! Please! I beg you!" he pleaded.

I walked around back and held the mousetrap vertically one inch from his
balls, which were still stretched tight by the CBT thong. Although he couldn't
see it, I had the mechanism facing away from his balls rather than towards
them. "On the count of three, you will no longer be a man," I said. "One. Two.
Three." and I gently slapped his balls with the bottom side of the trap and
simultaneously struck the pen into the mechanism causing it to snap harmlessly
into the air. Ed fainted.

Epilogue.

A week later Joanne began dating again. Within three months she had a steady
boyfriend. Her relationship was quite normal healthy. She said that men
intimidated her less now that I had shown her what she could do to them, even
if she never got into a situation where she would want to. I saw Ed and his
fiancée leaving a grocery store about a month after our encounter. He was
walking meekly behind her with his head bowed carrying the groceries. The
self-assured cockiness I saw before was gone. Protruding from the waistband of
his jeans was the loop of the CBT thong fastened by the three rhinestones. His
belt was threaded through the loop so she could pull on the thong any time he needed
correction. Things had changed in that relationship.

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