The Fantasy Factory: Edgy Role Play (2 page)

Gavin nervously gulped, as his curvy blond wife took the paper back.  She signed, preferring not to think about it.  The less she knew, the wetter she got.  Mr. Lane signed as well, remaining skeptical.  They handed the paperwork to Fred.

“Thank you for doing business with us,” Mr. Rogers said, returning to his daily work.

“So...what happens next?” Vicky asked.

“You wait,” Mr. Rogers said.

“For?”

“Us to strike,” Fred answered.  His voice turned a little darker.

Gavin cut in.  “When? Where? How? Who does it?”

“You’ll both find out...eventually.”

“Is there any timeframe?” Vicky asked.

“No.”

“How come so long?” she followed up.

Fred Rogers leaned inward.  His darkness went full-fledged.  “Because...you’ll spend every moment anticipating it, imagining the things that’ll be done.  Then, just when those thoughts fade away...you’ll be taken.”

Vicky’s nipples nearly launched from her chest, feeling her thighs grow moister.  “Let’s go,” Mr. Lane said, standing to exit.  He tried to hide his raging erection, though couldn’t.  Like his wife, he was turned on by the edgy
role play to come.  The question remained, could either of them handle the reality.

*****

5 Months Later

The first month was one of anxious excitement.  With every step, the curvy blond Mrs. Lane watched her back.  She expected to be taken at any moment.  Every passing car or van was suspicious.  Each strange man awakened a nervous, but lustful twinge in her stomach.  Remaining for a few months, the feelings eventually
flatlined.  It declined with each passing day.

Gavin Lane also waited anxiously, wondering if he’d arrive to find his wife gone.  Though to the couple’s shared shock, a letter
arrived in the mail.  It read:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Lane,

I regret to inform you that The Fantasy Factory has closed due to new government regulations.  Please accept our apology and a full reimbursement of your $5000 fee.  May your fantasies live on, even though our business did not.

Regretfully yours, Fred Rogers.

“That’s it?” Vicky asked, flipping the letter over, hoping it was a joke.  All that accompanied it, was a cashiers check for $5000.

“Probably for the best anyway,” Gavin said, masking his disappointment.  Vicky nodded, pretending to agree.

*****

1 Month Later

The curvy blond bombshell exited the shower.  Having mourned the loss of her canceled role play, she still hoped to revive their monotonous sex life.  Slipping on a silk thong, black stockings, and baby doll nighty, she climbed into bed.

Gazing at the TV, Gavin didn’t notice.  Disappointed and defeated, Vicky Lane turned over, covering up with a blanket.  She’d given up on resurrecting their deceased lust.  Shutting her
eyes, she traded reality for the world of edgy fantasy.  Little did she know, those worlds were about to merge.

As the clock struck 2 A.M., a 4-door car pulled up to The Lane’s home.  There was nothing ominous about the typical vehicle.  However, the ski-masked men inside were very different.  Cloaked in dark clothing, 5 men crept towards the door.  Having cased the joint while the couple was out, they knew it was alarm-free.  They also made a dry run, easily rigging the lock with a special key.

Quietly unlocking the door, the intruders crept into the dark home.  Knowing exactly where the master suite was located, they approached.  With a silent count of three, they kicked in the bedroom door.

Vicky and Gavin rose from a deep slumber.  Frozen in confusion and fear, they heard heavy footsteps enter the room.  A million thoughts filled their minds, though one consensus was shared:
The Fantasy Factory canceled the abduction.  Our money was returned.  What the hell’s happening?

The light was turned
on, five men in ski-masks rushed them both.  Vicky screamed, gagged by gloved hands.  Gavin tried to throw a punch, though his fist was caught in place.  He was dragged from bed by two men, roughed up.  A nearby chair was pulled over, as the intruders tied Gavin’s wrists and ankles to the arm and foot rests.  He only had on underwear.

Gavin focused on his helpless wife.  “Get your fucking hands off her!” he shouted.  All he could do was watch. 

The covers were yanked off the frightened blond.  She bit the gloved hand covering her mouth, kicking at the masked captors.  With every lift of her stocking covered leg, her black thong dipped deeper into her pink slit.  Adrenaline levels flowed along with her feminine juices.

Struggling to break free like a hooked fish, her body flailed wildly.  She bit the gloved hand even harder, making the lead captor slap her face.  Feeling the man’s force, she went limp in submission.  It was clear he was in charge. 
Would the Fantasy Factory people hit me?  Shit, this really isn’t them,
she guessed.

Forced flat upon the bed, her short nighty clung to her skin.  Every feminine curve was defined, outlined in black silk.  Her nipples were so hard they nearly shred the flimsy fabric.  Four of the masked men pinned Vicky’s wrists and ankles at each corner.  The lead man hovered over her waist, centered on the bed.

Her heart thumped, body trembled.  Any thought of fight fled her mind.  Like a scene directly from her darkest fantasies, she was about to be forcefully used.  The masked leader removed his hand from Vicky’s mouth.  Yanking down his pants, a nine-inch cock sprung out, thick and throbbing.

Mrs. Lane begged, “Please don’t hurt us.  I’ll do anything you want!”   Gazing over at her tied husband, she saw fear in his eyes.  She also saw a raised pole inside his boxer shorts.  A masked man quickly tore them off Gavin, humiliating the helpless husband.  His throbbing 5-inch erection was revealed to all, laughed at by the captors.

Vicky’s flowing blond locks were grabbed, head forced towards the leader.  Standing over her on the bed, he squatted at her head.  “Open your mouth!” he shouted, aggressively pulling her golden strands.  She moaned, feeling chills cross her scalp.  Her husband never did such rough things, even though she secretly wanted him to.

Her face was slapped with the 9-inch penis like a paddle.  The curvy captive’s mouth was pried open with a black glove.  A bulbous cock-head was forced into her mouth.  Vicky’s heart pounded as hard as Gavin’s.  It was Mrs. Lane’s first new penis in 8 years of marriage, 3 years of dating before that.  Having only heavy petted before him, she was a virgin to unknown man meat.

Although the couple expected such a scenario in role-play, there was nothing like the reality of it.  Bolts of jealousy flowed through Gavin’s tied arms, strained veins.  Nervous eroticism electrified Vicky’s libido, bringing her lady parts new sensations.

Opened wide, she realized there was no escape.  The massive rod filled her mouth, invading Vicky’s soft throat.  She soon felt the difference between 5 and 9 inches.  Gagging deeply, a sea of fluid filled her mouth.  Her moans were muffled.

The masked impaler ignored her struggle, picking up speed and steam.  He pounded her orifice hard and quick, holding her head in-place.  Each masked man held her down tightly.

As the oral invasion continued, so did her saliva
flow.  It seeped from her tight lip-seal, lubing the leader’s shaft and balls.  After a while, her throat numbed, taking all 9-inches like a cooperative captive.

Withdrawing from her wet mouth, the lead guard yelled, “Spit on it!”  Vicky let a small dribble escape from her lips.  The unsatisfied, masked man cock-smacked her face again.  He yelled, “All of it, damn you!”  He pulled her blond hair harder, forcing her to drown his boat.

“Get off her!” Gavin shouted from the chair.

“We’re just getting started!” the leader yelled.  “Hold her tighter boys!”

Vicky gazed at Gavin again, seeing his worry and erection increase.  Noticing her directional gaze, the masked leader laughed.  He positioned himself between Vicky’s spread legs, held open by his partners.  Placing his gloved hands at the nighty’s V-line, he tore it in half.  Ripping right between her D-cup breasts, they spilled out.

The tearing continued to the thong panties.  They were pulled upward into her slit, stretched fully.  Her clit swelled with pressure, as the crotch band snapped in two.   Vicky’s bed of blond pubic hair was revealed.  Only her black-stockings remained.

“Don’t you fuck her!” Gavin shouted in extreme jealousy.

The leader tossed the black panties to his partner, who pried Mr. Lane’s mouth open.  He stuffed her damp thong into Gavin’s mouth.  Mr. Lane gagged up a storm, feeling it enter his throat.  He was quieted, tasting his wife’s wet pleasure upon his tongue.

With Gavin silenced, the masked intruder slid his thick cock along Vicky’s slit.  The mere feeling of someone new aroused her.  Unknown and uninvited, the fact only made her wetter.  Although he was lubed by her mouth, there was no need.  A puddle of wet pleasure already formed upon the sheets.  Feeling it leak, she was humiliated at proof of her enjoyment.

Looking at Gavin, the masked man taunted, “Your wife’s pussy is so wet...begging for me to take it.  She belongs to me now.”  He laughed loudly, bumping her sweet hole with his cock-head.  Vicky looked over again, seeing deep humiliation paint Gavin’s face.  She almost felt bad, until gazing down at a trail of
precum oozing from his cock.

Wasting no time with foreplay, the leader’s hardness invaded her soft pink.  Covered in feminine cream, his shaft was constricted by her tight tunnel.  In 5 quick inches, he crashed her cervical wall.

She squealed in shock.  Stretched like never before, she felt like a virgin.  The feeling was so intense, she pulled at her human restraints, freeing one wrist.  It was quickly returned into captivity.

Without pause, the masked leader forcefully pumped her paradise.  Sinking deeper inside with every hard stroke, she was forced to expand nine-inches.  The man slapped at her swaying pale breasts, alternating in stiff squeezes.

The masked men at her ankles placed a nylon foot to their mouths.  Sniffing and licking the fresh feminine feet, they sucked on her toes.  The man holding her left wrist yanked a fistful of blond hair.  Expecting something equally as cruel from the right-side captor, he did just the opposite.

A gloved hand rubbed her palm in gentle comfort.  She looked up at him, seeing a pair of navy blue eyes shine through.  Although he wore a mask, compassion stared back.  In fact, it was almost guilt.  He offered a layer of safety that was often present in her fantasy.

As the leader’s hand gripped her throat, she was returned to the fearful rush of sexual aggression.  Choked and breast-slapped, her high-pitched moans increased.  “Shut her up!” the masked leader shouted.

Waiting to be gagged, something unexpected happened.  The
blue eyed captor moved inward.  He engulfed her sweet mouth with his tongue.  Quieting her cry with a passionate kiss, he impaled her to the depths of throat.  Her lust increased tenfold.  The scene suddenly turned from one of danger to eroticism.  So lost in the man’s kiss, she barely even felt the leader’s balls spank her ass cheeks.

Shaking his chair violently, Gavin Lane desperately wanted to kill the kissing intruder.  Mr. Lane’s strained voice trickled through the panty gag. 
Role play or not, the sensual act made him intensely jealous.  In the midst of protest, his fevered-tone turned from jealousy to lust.

As the kiss broke.
  Vicky gazed towards her husband.  Spurts of sperm shot from his erect cock.  Untouched, his tightened thighs activated his prostate, squeezing humiliating self-pleasure from within.

The blue-eyed captor reengaged in the deep-throated kiss.  Gavin hadn’t kissed Vicky like that in years.  Both the loving and rough acts combined like fire and gunpowder, blowing Vicky into full-bodied orgasm.  Fully wet and warmed, all 9-inches were consumed by her voluptuous vortex.

Her sexual cries broke the kiss, body tightened in fits and quakes.  A thousand fires burned inside her womb, feeling the ruthless invader claim it for himself.  Her heavenly haven tightened so much, she forced a sea of cum from the masked leader’s cock.

He grasped her thick thighs, pulling himself deeper into Vicky’s luscious lair. 
His pants were at his ankles, otherwise he remained clothed.  With each new stream of sperm, his muscular ass tightened.

Keeping
eye contact with the blue-eyed captor, Vicky unleashed another spasm.  She felt guilty for enjoying it, spending real emotion on the lawless man.  Especially if the situation was truly unlawful.

After the masked leader finished inside her, he withdrew his cock.  While he yanked up his pants, Vicky felt the thick load seep from her.  She suddenly realized,
What now?  Do I get taken?  Is this part of the abduction I paid for...or got refunded?  I’m confused. 
“Help!” she shouted.

Barely able to finish her plea, her mouth was covered. 
The foot guards tore off Vicky’s stockings.  The lead captor forced her mouth open.  The blond begged, “Not deep...please...I’ll stay quiet!”

Her pleas went unfounded, as her mouth was stuffed deep with a nylon wad.  She gagged, feeling it clog her throat.  Kicking wildly again, she was held tighter.  Turned over, her hands and ankles were bound with rope.  Silently preparing herself, she thought,
I’m going to be abducted now.  What have I gotten myself into?