The Pond
by Michael Elk
A young man gets a lesson in more than swimming.


My first sexual encounter was during the summer I turned 18, and I doubt many
young boys are initiated in the manner I was. Time has not dulled the memory
of that event; the novelty, the embarrassment, the loss of innocence, the
unfamiliar pleasure, but also intense and disturbing elements of humiliation
and fear. I have been blessed with a kind, gentle mother and two older and
protective sisters. Hence my experience with females has always been positive.
I am very much attracted to the gentler sex and delight in their company. It
was therefore unexpected and shocking (and perplexing) when I was raped by
one. Time has somewhat dulled the trauma and distaste of the experience but
paradoxically left an acute memory of the pleasurable feelings. Those
pleasurable feelings were overpowering and strong enough to eventually
overwhelm both the anger and fear I felt at the time, so that now I often
fantasize about the experience, and wonder if I might not enjoy a repeat.

It was a hot muggy day in early August, and I'd ridden my bike down the
quarter mile lane to the irrigation pond where I swam practically every day,
and which was also used occasionally by other boys from our village. At one
time the lane had led past a farmhouse, but the house had been torn down over
20 years ago, and the owner now rented out the land to a local farmer. I
didn't even know the owner, just the last name, Austin. We called it Austin's
pond, but that could easily have been the name of a previous owner. The lane
itself was grassed over, but the tire tracks from farm implements made the
biking easy, and riding between fields of 7 foot tall corn on either side
almost gave one a sense of passing through a tunnel and fostered a feeling of
seclusion from the world.

About 15 minutes into my swim, a car shocked me by suddenly appearing from
down the lane, and entering the open area around the pond. I hadn't heard it
coming because of white background noise from the rustling of the corn in the
wind. The arrival of a tractor would have been part of the scenery, but nobody
ever drove a car to the pond. Then I saw that it was a female driving, and my
heart skipped a couple beats. "Oh shit!" I thought. Because only boys used the
pond, we never bothered with bathing suits, and now I would be forced to stay
in the water until the visitor left.

Eventually she emerged from the vehicle, and I saw to my horror that she was
wearing a bikini, and apparently planning a day at the beach. She waved and I
waved back, but I couldn't believe what was happening. Not only did cars and
females not frequent that pond, but the woman appeared to be at least 30 or
35. My predicament so overwhelmed my thought processes that the fact that she
had a nice tanned body escaped my notice until later.

Thinking that I could be stuck in the pond for quite some time, and couldn't
tread water for ever, I made my way towards shore to a depth where I could
just touch, and pretended to be unconcerned and swimming. The woman took her
time, spreading a blanket and then sitting down and applying lotion to her
arms and shoulders. I snuck a peak or two while trying not to be obvious about
my interest. The woman was attractive with an handsome, confident visage, and
short dark hair. She was about my height and not overweight, but certainly
sported a solid curvaceous torso. In fact I remember thinking the bikini
inappropriate both because of her age and because she didn't have the slim
figure of a model. Eventually she finished with the lotion and lay back on the
blanket. I couldn't tell through her sunglasses whether her eyes were closed
and so couldn't take a chance and go for my clothes. However I could see a
delightful swelling of mature breasts, and experienced the beginning of an
erection while standing there trapped in the water. How I wished that I had
worn a suit so that I could casually stroll out of the pond and perhaps charm
her with a little small talk. Being a male with active hormones, I wasn't
immune to an attractive female. And I wasn't above fantasizing an affair with
an older woman, even though the possibility was too remote to seriously
consider. Little did I know.

But back to my predicament. I decided that if and when she rolled over onto
her stomach, I would wait an appropriate time and then stealthily try to reach
my bike on which my clothes were draped. Unfortunately, after only a couple
minutes, she got up and headed towards the water. In response, I moved a bit
further into deeper water so as to keep a comfortable distance between us. She
swam on her back for a couple of minutes, but then turned in my direction and
approached with a powerful looking crawl. She was a pretty good swimmer, in
contrast to myself who had a master's degree in dog paddle.

"Do you live near here?" she asked as she stopped stroking and came to a stop
about 20 feet from where I treaded water. She was close enough that I could
see she wore red lipstick.

"Yes. Two farms down the road to the east. I come here nearly every day to
cool off." I was still very uncomfortable with my situation, but nevertheless
flattered that this woman was taking an interest in me.

"What's your name?"

"Chris." I lied, but couldn't have told why. Chris was a friend of mine who
often came swimming with me.

"Well, Chris, you've got a great spot here. My name's Corinne and I'm just
passing through. The store clerk told me about this place when I asked if
there was a quarry for swimming. I'll only be here for half an hour 'cause
I've got to be in Dresden by 8:00 pm."

With that statement she suddenly dove beneath the surface. I was much
reassured by the time limit she'd set, knowing now that I could stay in the
water until she left. However I felt awfully exposed and uncomfortable, not
knowing where she was under the surface and afraid that she would be able to
see my privates if she got too close.

She stayed under for a considerable time, and the longer that I couldn't see
her the more disquieted I became. Where was she and what was she doing? I
longed to see her brunette tresses reappear, but preferably at a decent
distance, because only then would I know that my genitals had remained
undetected.

But suddenly, to my horror, I felt her hands on my waist from behind. However
my fear over what she might discover, quickly gave way to real terror, because
her hands tightened firmly on my hips and pulled me down under. Not expecting
the dunking, I took in a mouthful of water and had little air in my lungs. I
panicked and tried to regain the surface. However I couldn't break her strong
grip and she wasn't letting go. Forgetting my nakedness in my fright, I tried
to turn towards my persecutor, but could get no leverage in the water, and she
easily controlled my body. I was certain that she intended to kill me and was
nearly out of oxygen, when she relented and let my head above water. With
relief, I took in two delicious, gasping breaths, only to be immediately
pulled back under. This time I was more prepared, and was submerge with my
lungs full, but my antagonist also kept me under longer. In fact she seemed to
sense my condition, and only let me up when I was again nearly exhausted.

She must have taken me up and down at least 5 or 6 times. By then I had long
lost count and was exhausted from my panic and from struggling. I was now
convinced that she intended to drown me so that now when I surfaced, I began
wasting precious oxygen to plead for my life.

Eventually she did stop and my torment temporarily came to a halt. Her hands
were still firmly on my hips, but were only controlling, not immersing me.
Suddenly I felt the softness of her breasts against my back, as she pulled me
close and her body contoured into mine. Her teeth clamped lightly on my ear,
and then quickly released. I could feel her breath on my neck.

"Well I think we've had enough fun playing, don't you Tony?"

My god. That was my real name!

"Don't worry. I lied too." she laughed in my ear. "I'm not Corinne either, and
I'm not going to Dresden. And I've got a lot more than half an hour to get to
know you better. But I already know a lot about you, Tony. Now, let's get to
shore."

Her hands left my hips, but suddenly I felt her groping between my legs. Long
before I realized her purpose or could take a defensive posture, her hand
found its target and closed firmly on my scrotum. She squeezed hard for a
second, which doubled me up in pain, before relaxing her grip.

"Tony, I've got you by the balls, as they say. I can cause you a lot of pain
if you don't do exactly as I say. I could even kill you this way if I wanted.
At the least I could seriously lessen your chances for children. Now, start
making your way to shore."

Even had I not been exhausted by my recent dunkings, I couldn't have fought
her when she had me gripped in that manner. The one squeeze she'd given was
enough to convince me of the pain she could cause. I paddled as best I could
in that position, but most of our forward momentum was supplied by my
tormentor as she swam with one arm and pushed against my groin. Then my feet
hit bottom and we were soon on shore.

We must have been a sight. A woman with her hand between the legs of a naked
teenaged boy forcing him over the beach and grass towards her car.

"Lots of people come here to swim." I lied. "You'd better let me go."

"Don't worry, Tony. I took the precaution of placing a barricade and sign at
the other end of the lane. Didn't you know there's been an agricultural
chemical spill and that the pond will be off limits for several days. I've
been watching you and planning for a week now. 'Stalking' has a vile
connotation, but sometimes it's useful. I followed you home a couple of times
and got to know your habits a bit. You are a cute boy, Tony. I liked you from
the first I discovered you playing short stop at the ballgame a week ago
Thursday. Remember? You went 2 for 4 and had 3 assists on defense. Now up
against the car."

I didn't have much say in the matter as she shoved me forcefully against the
vehicle. Her grip on my privates remained firm, while she used her free hand
on my neck to drape me over the hood. From that position, I saw her reach
through the open window of the car and retrieve handcuffs from off the front
seat.

"Hands behind your back." she said, and her grip tightened threateningly on my
testicles. I was quick to comply and let her secure my arms without a
struggle. My compliance was purely from fear for the health of my privates,
but I was already plotting my escape. As soon as I got a chance, I would slip
my arms down and around my rear so that the cuffs would be in the front. Then
I would have a pretty good chance at fighting this mad woman off.

However that didn't happen immediately. She finally released my scrotum, but
pushed upwards on my cuffed arms, and forced me over to the blanket. I did
struggle but she was surprisingly strong. With my arms high up against my
shoulder blades, I found I didn't have much chance against her muscle.

"On the blanket on your stomach." she ordered, and when I refused, drove her
fist hard into my ribs. I wasn't prepared for that and the pain was
excruciating. I couldn't get my breath. "I don't want to hurt you, Tony, but I
can and I will. Now be a good boy and get down there."

I not sure if I voluntarily followed orders or whether she simply took me down
with brute force. I recall wanting to cooperate so she wouldn't hit me again,
but also her hand was wrapped around the back of my neck, and giving a lot of
aid to gravity. Whatever the cause, I quickly found myself sprawled out on my
stomach, with my tormentor sitting on the small of my back forcing my arms
high up my back. "That's better, Tony. Now just relax and play along and I
promise I won't hurt you again."

I felt or sensed her wrapping something around my cuffed wrists, then up and
around my neck and back down to reattach to my wrists. As it circled my neck,
I could tell it was a leather belt or harness of some kind. I have no idea
where she got it - certainly it wasn't hidden in her bikini. I did struggle
once I realized that I would be totally helpless if she managed to truss me
like that, but I had no chance. Her weight was full on my back and my arms
were out of commission. Once the harness was secured, she sat back to admire
her handiwork. "There now." she smirked. "I hope that isn't too
uncomfortable." The leather strap was thick enough that it didn't cut into my
windpipe, but could never be described as comfortable. However it was well
suited to its purpose and secured my arms high up my back were they would
present no further problems for her mission.

"Hmm.... You have a nice tush." she purred, as she reached back and ran her
fingers lightly over my naked buttocks. The sensation was far from unpleasant,
and I squirmed involuntarily as she tickled me. "I'll bet you like that, don't
you Tony?"

Then she forced me over onto my back and straddled my body. I was powerless to
resist. I did writhe about and try to throw her off, but she was heavy, and
easily stayed in the saddle. All I succeeded in doing was hurting my arms as
the weight of two bodies crushed down on them. Eventually I gave up and
stopped struggling.

"Relax, Tony. I won't hurt you. I have other things planned that don't involve
pain. In fact I might do this." And she bent forward and ran her tongue
lightly across my throat and onto my neck. It tickled, and I felt am
involuntary tightening of my groin.

"Or this." And her mouth quickly found a nipple and clamped down on it. Then
she was gently sucking and the feeling of pleasure was sudden and acute. My
sex responded of it's own volition, hardening at an alarming rate. God it was
humiliating to be set upon by this predatory female, to be helpless and
exposed like I was.

"Oh, you're shy." she said, picking up on my embarrassment. "That's so sweet.
I do so like a boy to be a little bit timid. But don't worry. It's not the
first time I've seen you naked. I've followed you here a couple of times the
last few days, and very much enjoyed the view from between the rows of corn."

Suddenly she sat back, put her hands on her hips, focused her eyes on some
distant point, and spoke philosophically as though talking to herself. "I find
the problem with inexperienced young men is their staying power. They really
have difficulty satisfying a mature woman." Then, returning her attention to
her prey, "Have you ever been with a female before, Tony?"

"No." I admitted sheepishly.

"Well I doubt you would be much good to me in your present aroused condition.
Just look how eager your rod is." And she cast a quick glance over her
shoulder to stress her point. "Do you know how we fix that, Tony? We take away
a little of your male potency, tire you out a bit, you know. Otherwise you
would come so fast you'd be finished before I even begin the rape. I have to
milk your sex, Tony. I really won't get a lot of thrill from this, though I
suspect you might. It's a necessary evil, however."

With that she reached back, seized my erection and began gently stroking it. I
was embarrassed to be fondled like that, but quickly gave in to the delicious
feelings. In seconds my eyes were closed and my head lolling in ecstacy. Her
mouth found mine, but her tongue had barely penetrated when the explosion of
orgasm rocked my body.

"See what I mean? Males are so pathetic." she stated while casually studying
the ejaculate covering the palm of her hand. Then she wiped her hand several
times on the blanket near my head. I was humiliated by coming so quickly. I
might have been inexperienced, but I had an innate sense that a real man
should be able to last. She sidled back off my torso so that she was kneeling
between my legs, and once more grabbed my scrotum. "Lie still or I'll squeeze
your balls so hard they'll hear you scream all the way into town."

My penis was now small and limp. But my attacker gently fondled it back to
life. In seconds it once again stood tall and proud. I anticipated a repeat of
the last episode and was not entirely unwilling. Instead she leaned forward
and took my sex into her mouth, gently running her tongue repeatedly over the
tip. I'd never heard of anything like this, nor even considered the
possibility, but the sensations were ten times as acute as with the hand job.
I heard myself moaning without realizing I was making the sound, and I sucked
in a lungful of air and held my breath against the intensity of the feelings.
Then her mouth began moving swiftly and violently up and down the shaft.
"Ahhhhhh.............." I screamed as pleasure detonated inside my body so
powerfully as to be nearly intolerable and bordering on painful. But it didn't
last because nobody could resist that kind of stimulation for long, and I
again came explosively, this time into her mouth.

I was exhausted, though she had done all the work. Corinne, or whatever her
name was, spit a couple of times to the side, but didn't seem to eject much of
anything. Then she slowly crept back on top of me and again straddled my body.
I had no energy or desire to resist, and lay there passively while she
reseated herself.

"Hope you had fun, tiger, 'cause it's my turn now. I'll make a bet that you're
pretty nearly out of ammo and won't come so easily from now on."

She didn't simply remove the top of her swim suit, but made a production of
the event, possibly for my benefit, but more likely for herself and to send
the message 'Just look at me. Aren't I ever so feminine and ever so strong and
so in charge. I'm going to enjoy this so much and you are so helpless before
my female power.' Arching her back and reaching seductively behind to unhook
the bra part, she slowly pulled it aside, revealing her ample bosom. Never in
my memory had I seen a naked female breast, and I found myself gaping with
embarrassment at the sight. The two round orbs were full, tanned white and
solid, with large purplish aureoles. But I couldn't unfocus from the inch
long, erect nipples that were wrinkled and hard, dwarfing my weak, inferior
male set, and looking like bullets homing a target.

"Like 'em, cowboy?" she leared down at me. "Take one in your mouth and pretend
it's chocolate. Suck gently now, but show a little enthusiasm.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" her mouth agape, her eyes closed tightly, her head thrown
back, she appeared to thoroughly relish my oral attentions. Then after a few
moments "Oh....., That's sooo... good." she purred. "You're have talent with
that tongue. I wish I could keep you tied up forever."

As for me, once I began, I surprised myself by enjoying the assignment. The
nipple's texture was rubbery and delicious, and I kept it secured by suction
as I worried it with my tongue. Perhaps some memory from infancy was stirred
as I suckled at her breast, but it was natural and erotic, and almost a form
of worship. And it wasn't me that seized the adoration first.

She gave me equal time on the other breast, but I was far from sated when she
finally pulled back. She unzipped the side of the bikini bottom, eased her
weight from my abdomen a little, and removed the last obstacle that protected
my virginity. Then she set about persuading my flaccid member to return to
life. She worked and worried it for nearly a minute before it once more showed
an interest in it's primary function. Although I had found her breasts very
erotic playthings, my conqueror had exhausted me sexually and I no longer had
much interest in the operation itself. Nevertheless, I didn't have a lot of
choice since she'd now managed to culture my erection into full bloom. I did
bend my legs and raise my knees in an effort to discourage her and make the
proceedings more difficult.

A quick, but gentle slap stung my face. "Tony. Would you like me to really
hurt you? Then get those knees down where they belong. I won't say it twice."

She raised her body, reached back to grab my erection, and steered it towards
her sex. Then a quick thrust of her hips swallowed my staff an inch or two.
"Emm....., feels gooo..d" she purred, but made no further attempt to take me
fully inside. Instead she tried to bring her mouth to mine, tongue extended.
Out of pride, and not willing to appear easy, I turned my face to the side.
Another slap, and much harder this time, stunned me momentarily and brought my
face back to the position she desired.

"I warn you Tony, if you spoil this for me, I'll squeeze your balls until you
scream and then beat you black and blue and leave you tied to a tree. And I'll
take your clothes. Now be a good little boy. I'd rather make love than fight,
wouldn't you?"

At this point, cooperation seemed the best option. A beating didn't sound
enticing, but being left tied up would have been far worse. Can you imagine my
shame if someone had to rescue me and I was forced to admit that I had been
raped by a female? To avoid that humiliation, I would have let her do anything
she wanted. However she didn't try to kiss me again right then. Instead she
began to move her body languidly back and forth against mine, and with each
backward thrust, she impaled itself deeper onto my hardness. Her sex gripped
me in a warm and moist prison, swallowing my manhood like a serpent devouring
prey, and fostering a lascivious and delicious pleasure. I was only human (or
at least male), and quickly surrendered to the wonderful feelings my captor
was generating somewhere down in the nether regions of my body. My eyes closed
and my breath came in gasps.

Suddenly her mouth was all over mine, and her tongue, moist, thick and
blubbery overwhelmed and penetrated my weak defenses. I remember tasting her
lipstick as I capitulated totally, welcoming the invader like a victorious
returning army, and sucking greedily on the now captured soldier. I felt her
body tense, and then a violent shudder swept over her body. She flung back her
head (terminating my libidinous oral feast) and emitted a long, low
"mmm.........mmmm" sigh of satisfaction, before collapsing in exhaustion onto
my prone and helpless body.

"That was really great, eh?" she said, raising her head and gazing down
dreamily on her recent conquest. The recent conquest had enjoyed the voyage,
but had yet to reach her kind of destination, so wasn't entirely in agreement.
In fact he was feeling more than a little frustrated, and desperately in need
of relief.

******

Since I had not reached orgasm along with my assailant, I remained hard, and
apparently she saw no reason to release my captured member from it's deep and
feminine prison. That would have been a waste of effort, because her recovery
from sexual exertion proved far quicker than mine, and in moments I realized
she was again moving against me and eagerly setting about a repeat of the
rape.

In fact she reached orgasm a total of three times as she ravished my helpless
body and I remained a passive and fascinated witness to her lust. It took
about half an hour, but eventually her sexual appetite appeared sated, and she
let me rest. She then lay down parallel to me on the blanket and smoked a
cigaret.

"I must give up these darn things. I'm down to only about three a day. But
they sure do taste good right after a good romp in the hay. Did you have fun,
Tony?"

"Yeah, I guess." I had certainly enjoyed the physical pleasure part, but there
were a heck of a lot of emotions that had played, and were still playing havoc
with my psyche. At first there had been perplexion and fear, and at times
anger. Most powerful of all was the shame of being naked in front of a
stranger (though I no longer even thought about that part after our recent
intimacy), and the humiliation of surrendering my manhood to a female.

"Would you have had sex with me if I hadn't raped you, if I'd just swam out to
you and suggested we play around a bit?"

"I guess." I said, caught off guard by the question. Most guys are eager to
get into bed with a pretty female, and only now did I begin to question why
she forced me like she had.

"No you wouldn't have." she laughed. You've never been with a girl before, and
I'd have shocked your pants off - that is if you'd been wearing any at the
time. I'd have scared the shit out of you. Boy, that was great. I'd love to
keep you tied up and take you home with me, but I don't think your
disappearance would sit well with your family. And it would sure cramp my
style to have that kind of publicity. You've pretty cute, but keeping you
would force me to become monogamous and that's not my style either. I'd get
frustrated and probably murder you, and I doubt you'd like that much.

"Tony, I'm a natural dominatrix. I can't enjoy sex unless I'm in charge, and I
like my men young. And I totally get off when I force someone like you against
your will. That's why I tied you up and raped you. I'm not unattractive and I
could have sex with practically any man I want, but it would be far less
satisfying.

"You're not my first conquest like this, but I've only been able to do it a
couple other times when the situation was just right, like this. But when I
have succeeded, it's been worth all the previous failures. I said that I'd
like to keep you forever, but that's impossible. You have to get back home now
before your family starts to worry. I always fall madly in love with my
conquests, so parting is 'sweet sorrow' for me. Get up and come with me."

She led me over to a young tree, sat me down with my legs either side of the
tree, and secured me to the tree by tying rope to both my ankles.

"I'm going to release your arms in a second, Tony. By the time you untie the
knots and get your feet free, I'll be long gone. You might have noticed that
the license plates on my car are covered. However I really doubt I have to
hide my identity. Not many young boys would like to advertise their rape by a
female. Take care and have a nice life."

"Won't I ever see you again?" Suddenly I didn't like the thought of the end of
our relationship, and I got a little choked up.

"Tell you what, Tony. I suspect there might be a little of the submissive in
your nature, and I really do like you a lot. I'll wait a year or two and then
contact you. By then, it'll be safe for me if you haven't yet notified the
authorities. You'll be out of school by then as well and you can decide if you
want to pursue a relationship. Just remember that it wouldn't be a normal
male- female involvement. I would always have to be in charge, and you would
have to accept bondage and rape at times. And I would also take other lovers
when the opportunity arose. Perhaps if things work out, we might just get
together again. Goodbye for now. Remember me. I love you a lot."

She then gave me a quick kiss on the lips, released me from the harness and
handcuffs, got into her car, and was gone.