The Fantasy Factory: Edgy Role Play

by J. D. Grayson

  With the speculum still in her vagina, the double penetration made her stiffen. Keeping his latex finger in the butt, the doctor grabbed a bristle brush swab. Aiming it inside, he swirled her satin walls. Sliding down to her cervix, he rimmed the small round ring. Easing it inside, he forced a sample of her cervical fluid to seep out.

  Her hand tightened upon the blue-eyed man’s. He rubbed her arm with his glove. The deeper the doctor went, the more fluid flowed. Muffled moans sounded from within the gas mask. After a few more inner swirls, he removed the vaginal swab and anal finger. Then, he sealed the probe in a bag.

  “Now to the final exam,” he said, guiding a handheld scope into her stretched slit. It had the look of a periscope with a thin tip at the inserted end. The opposite end featured an illuminated microscope. Sneaking through the soaked hole, he journeyed into the pristine pink cavern.

  Feeling the 4-inch circumference, the curvy blond shifted in her straps. As the thin tip was inserted into the cervical ring, her feet pressed the stirrup bars. Vicky gripped the blue-eyed man’s hand harder. His thumb tickled her skin.

  She felt his bare hand, realizing he’d removed the glove. It offered her warmer comfort. His eyes met her gaze, as they remained fixated upon each other.

  Dr. Ray examined her cervix and ovaries. “No children, Mrs. Lane?”

  “No,” she muffled through the mask.

  “Ripe for breeding,” he announced

  “Huh?” she huffed. “What do you mean by that? You’re gonna try to get me pregnant?”

  With one press of a button, a new gas was added to the mix. Feeling a gustier rush of air, the curvy captive tried to escape. She felt dizzier, eyes slowly rolled into her head. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, she slurred, “Don’t let him.”

  “Shhh,” he said, running his fingers through her blond hair. Next, he gently shut her eyelids, watching her drift to sleep.

  *****

  A loud gasp exited her lungs, as she awoke inside the dark trunk again. She wondered in worry, Did they inseminate me? Use me while out? Pontificating was useless. Instead of kicking, she calmly shut her eyes. It appeared, the forced submission had started to grow on her.

  Even in her grogginess, the helplessness made her drip with lust. She was so turned on, she reached between her legs. Rubbing her clit in frantic circles, Vicky’s lust matched her pulse rate.

  Before she could orgasm, the car stopped. She suddenly remembered the doctor’s cryptic phrases, Breeding and breastfeeding. I didn’t pay for that! That stuff only happens in movies and eBooks anyway.

  The trunk opened, revealing the masked leader. “Let’s go, bitch!” he shouted, roughly hoisting her from the trunk. Tossing her nude body over his shoulder, he hurried through thick woods.

  Vicky’s heart beat faster with every inch. She passed two men digging holes with shovels. A chill spanned her spine, afraid she’d be tossed inside it. Instead, she was tossed into a pair of strong arms.

  Caught in a cradle carry, she locked eyes with the blue-eyed man. He secured her tightly, safely. She wrapped her feminine arms around his neck, smelling pricy cologne. Odd for a captor in the middle of the woods, she thought.

  The masked leader addressed the blue-eyed man, “Lock her in the safe house. The other girl will be moved...after one last pit stop.”

  Another captive? Where will they move her? What’s a pit stop? Vicky silently wondered. This is getting more real by the moment. I’m starting to believe I’m actually a sex slave, she thought in nervous arousal. No, it can’t be. This has to be fake!

  “Yes, sir,” the blue-eyed man said. He turned away from the leader, carrying Vicky towards a small, seedy cabin.

  Still groggy from the sedation gas, Vicky lay her head upon the strong man’s chest. I wonder what he looks like under that mask, she thought.

  They arrived inside the dark cabin. Spray paint covered the walls, five mattresses dotted the floor, and a toilet decorated the room’s center. An exotic nude beauty was on a makeshift bed, her wrist cuffed to a floor chain. The captive had mocha skin, thick curves, and dark hair. She was Latina as her language soon proved.

  “Ayuda!” she shouted. “Ayuda!”

  “What’s she saying?” Vicky asked.

  The blue-eyed man hesitated to speak. After a few moments he whispered, “She’s begging for help.”

  Vicky gulped, seeing fear in the attractive girl’s eyes. Carried-in by the blue-eyed man, the blond captive tightened her grip around his neck. She didn’t want to let go. He gently lay her down. A chain was staked to the floor, cuffed at its free end. He reached for it, asking, “Use the toilet before I chain you?”

  She stared over at the exposed toilet. As much as she had to pee, she didn’t want to go in front of him. “I’ll hold it.”

  “I understand,” he said, locking her wrist into captivity.

  Vicky lay her head down submissively, her golden blond hair spilled off the mattress. She realized, those are the first words I’ve heard him speak. His voice is as kind as his eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

  The blue-eyed man paused. “You can ask...I just can’t answer,” he said regretfully.

  Ignoring his words, she said, “Is this part of the abduction fantasy I paid for? This is fake right? I mean...I’m not really a sex slave, am I?”

  He stood, ignoring her question. Instead, he exited the shack. The two girls were left alone, as the Latina begged Vicky, “Ayuda!”

  The blond captive sighed, saying, “I need help as badly as you do. What is this place? Did you sign up for the abduction fantasy too?”

  “Qué?” the Latina responded.

  Realizing it was futile, Vicky tried to think of other things to ask. Pointing at herself, she said, “Vicky. Your name?” she asked, pointing at her fellow captive.

  Decoding the charade, the girl said, “Bonita.”

  Vicky smiled, “Very pretty.”

  “Ayuda!” Bonita repeated.

  Not knowing how to respond, the curvy blond asked, “Where are we?”

  Bonita looked puzzled, frustrated.

  Thinking hard, Vicky pointed at herself, saying, “American.” She pointed at Bonita, saying, “You?”

  “No.”

  “You don’t understand,” Vicky said in disappointment.

  “Méxican,” Bonita said, pointing at herself.

  Vicky gasped deeply, realizing that she’d been in the trunk for a while. Even worse, she’d been asleep for an unknown time, awaking in a different location. Living in a border state already, she wondered, Could I be smuggled into another country, across the border?

  The door opened again. A black man was brought in, accompanied by the masked leader. Keeping his distance, the blue-eyed man kept his eyes on Vicky. “Get your money’s worth...and let’s go,” the leader announced.

  Removing his clothes, the black customer was muscular and strong. His long, thick cock was 10 inches. Mrs. Lane tensed, quickly discovering the meaning of pit stop. Wondering if she was about to be used, the dark skinned black man passed her by. Instead, he leapt upon Bonita. About to be moved to San Francisco, she was on mobile discount.

  The customer dropped between her legs. Spreading her wide, he fired his cock like a flaming arrow. There was no foreplay or warm-up. Slipping into her well-used slit, he invaded her tan flesh. As her swollen lips puffed more, he pounded her without mercy.

  Even the raven-haired veteran, Bonita, gasped from the savage pleasure. She could barely catch her breath, fucked harder than ever before. Vicky’s eyes watched in disbelief. As horrible as she felt, her body tingled with arousal. The contrast of dark skin and creamy mocha turned her on.

  Bonita’s exotic cries filled the air, as the black man pulled her body into him. Gripping her perfectly curved hips, he pummeled her wet kitty. One black hand grasped her flowing dark hair, the other reached for her natural D-cups. Squeezing and slapping at them, he pinched and pulled at her beige nipples.

  Loud smacking skin filled the
air, louder moans followed. The harder the customer banged the Latina, the higher her tanned legs rose. Her dark master remained planted between her thighs. The captive’s body slid upon the mattress, her strained arm chained in place. He slapped at her face, then moved his large black hand around her throat.

  Her beige nipples reached for the stars, breasts flopped in the motion. The customer pounded her box while choking her. A crazed jolt filled Bonita, flopping every curve in tight waves. She orgasmed like a possessed sex addict, riding the lightning.

  Vicky was worried for her sister-slave, though noticed an expertise in the black man’s touch. Although he squeezed hard, the man managed to bring optional pleasure to the sex-doll. As if trained in the act, he also avoided damaging her body. Vicky fantasized about erotic asphyxiation in her darkest moments, though never imagined the live intensity of it.

  As the air escaped Bonita’s lungs, it was blocked from reentering her throat. Her free arm attempted to stop him, though the John caught her unchained wrist in-place. He continued pounding her stressed swamp, making her body tingle with electric fire.

  Before the slave could combust into orgasm, the customer removed his 10-inch cock. Keeping his strong hand around Bonita’s throat, he slid his weapon down her slit. Pressing her sphincter with his dark spear, he pushed his way inside. Stretched wide open, the anal canal blazed like habaneros.

  The tight throat grasp distracted from the full-intensity. Slicked with her sexual juices, he rammed her dark tunnel. The deeper his massive cock disappeared inside, the more Bonita’s body was pushed to orgasmic edge.

  Pushed beyond all bodily control, the sensual Latina exploded in silent orgasm. Her body helplessly shook, lungs fought for breath. Adrenaline flowed like time-lapsed traffic, all energy spent. The gasping only enticed the black customer to fuck her harder.

  Drifting closer to unconsciousness, the curvy brunette’s body trembled in lusty desperation. Her legs kicked wildly, body flailed and spasmed. The loss of brain oxygen and increased carbon dioxide created an unnatural euphoria. Lightheadedness overtook her, making the room spin with swirling rainbows. Hypoxia set in, unleashing an orgasm more powerful and addictive than cocaine.

  After squirting love fluid from within, she lost all control of her bodily urges. Pushed harder than ever before, she unintentionally began peeing on the man. The act set her customer off. He fired his load inside her tight canal, cock choked to near breaking point.

  Vicky trembled, possessed by both fear and lust. The curvy blond watched helplessly from the mattress. Scared for Bonita, she felt guilty too. Her own pleasure-juices leaked down her legs.

  The watching blond was left to wonder if she’d be next. It was a terrifying yet erotic force at play. Like a possible preview to a rough future, it was more affectively arousing than the act itself.

  Bonita’s eyes rolled upward. One last gasp produced the hardest wave of the night. Trails of sparks stung her spicy body. The feeling of a thousand beestings needled her sexual nerves. Erotic asphyxiation was reached. Even in unconsciousness, the black man continued to fill her with cum.

  As the customer finally withdrew, the masked leader unlocked Bonita. He flung her over the shoulder, carrying her towards the door. A white line dangled from her depths, leaving a cum trail in her wake. Suddenly, Vicky burst into pleasure. Just from the intense pressure exerted in her thighs, she brought herself to unintentional clitoral orgasm.

  The men watched Vicky writhe in humiliation. Two of them laughed at her, though not the blue-eyed guard. She’d never had an untouched orgasm before, though the scene was too erotic for her to deny. As guilty as she felt, there was no denying its allure.

  Only the blue-eyed man remained behind. His job was to guard slaves, though comforting them was his personal mission. Watching silently, he waited as she spasmed in humiliation. Embarrassed to cum from such a sight, she looked away.

  The blue-eyed man approached her. Pain emanated from his eyes, not wanting to see Vicky meet such a fate. Removing a cloth and bottle, he carefully poured liquid onto the rag. The amount was precisely measured.

  While approaching, he addressed her. “I have to chloroform you to sleep. Just know...I won’t let them hurt you,” he said sincerely.

  Before he covered her nose and mouth, she asked, “This is real...isn’t it.”

  He nodded, placing the white rag over her face. After inhaling a few breaths, the blond captive began struggling. He held her down with his muscular weight. She slowly calmed again, going limp. Within moments, she drifted to sleep.

  Remaining seated beside her, guilt filled his blue eyes. The man wanted to ravish her curved body. He just couldn’t defile her like that. Either she was different than the other girls or he was becoming a different man. Maybe both.

  Instead, he crawled beside her, laying his head upon her soft breasts. Shutting his eyes, he inhaled Vicky’s natural scent. More powerful than any drug, an inner calm claimed him. Soon, he joined her in dreamland.

  Chapter Three

  A full day passed since Vicky’s abduction. Gavin Lane would’ve believed it was an erotic dream, had he not awoken to rope marks and broken door locks. Was it part of the Fantasy Factory or not? He helplessly wondered. They returned our money...is this part of the show? Should I call the cops? I’d feel like a total asshole if I was wrong. What if the news got hold of this? We’d be burned at the neighborhood stake! A sick feeling entered his stomach, yet a deep arousal simmered in his balls.

  Even knowing Vicky shared the abduction fantasy, shame still filled Gavin. Society was judgmental enough, the couple had no desire to step into the public spotlight. Although the hired role-play was his wife’s idea, his sexual disinterest brought it to the surface. His spousal approval gave it life. In reality, it served his own fetish needs as deeply as hers.

  Instead of communicating and enacting a fantasy together, he couldn’t face the embarrassment. Feeling stupid and ashamed, he put it in the hands of the Fantasy Factory. Thinking it would free him from blame and guilt, he was wrong. In fact, he currently blamed himself worse than ever.

  He failed to understand the root of his fantasy, one more common than admitted. While most men enjoy the natural role of alpha status, the mere idea of losing true control scares them horribly. While submitting to a dominatrix still grants power, an abduction scenario robs that power completely. It forces them to face true submission, avoiding the dangerous consequences that accompany it.

  By the captors using Vicky against him, Gavin was powerless. It was that frightful fear that fueled his erotic fantasy, much like Vicky’s herself. Their fates were in the hands of others, not knowing what move they’d make next. Of course, by hiring the Fantasy Factory to enact it, Mrs. Lane was expected to be returned. That truth was about to get even cloudier.

  Needing to see for himself, Mr. Lane went to the Fantasy Factory office. Arriving unannounced, he was going to take the power back into his own hands, surprise them. As he approached the office door, the surprise belonged to him.

  The door sign read, Coming soon, Johnson & Johnson, P.A.. Gavin gasped, thinking, Holy shit! They’re really gone! She’s really been taken! They said I’d hear from them soon...how soon? I wonder if I can hire these attorneys when they move in?

  *****

  That night, Gavin sucked down a six-pack of beer. He nervously held his cellphone in-hand, hoping for some type of contact call. Never ringing, he considered calling the cops. That’s when a banging sounded from the front door.

  Leaping to his feet, he hurried to put on pants. Running towards the door, he opened it in time to see a van speed away. A package lay at his feet, left for him by the mysterious visitor.

  Hurrying inside, Gavin tore the envelope open. His hands shook, removing a sheet of paper. It was accompanied by a disc. The paper’s message read: Want to see your wife earn her keep? Watch the disc. Stay quiet and you’ll receive our next instruction. Talk...and you’ll never see her again.

  Mr. Lane’s
heart pounded inside his chest. A part of him was relieved to know she was alive, captors’ word kept. However, he wondered what the next instruction could be. Gazing down at the disc in his hands, he’d have to get passed the first task before finding out.

  As he went to his computer, a million thoughts buzzed his mind. He was aroused, though not fully. The worry of Vicky being hurt crossed his mind. Though, thoughts of his wife living out her fantasy also played. It was his fantasy too.

  Cueing up the video, it began to play on the screen. The rough lighting and poor quality assured it was no Hollywood production. He watched her taken in their bed, seeing himself tied. Then, it skipped to the ambulance, where she was shaved, douched, and medically brought to orgasm.

  He gasped as the camera digitally zoomed to Vicky’s face. She looked unharmed, even pleasured. His worry was momentarily replaced by pure arousal. As wrong as he felt doing so, he fed his desire.

  Lowering his pants, he freed his 5-inch cock. He saw Vicky chained to the floor, watching another slave taken beside her. After Bonita was choked out, it flashed to his nude wife chloroformed to sleep. Watching the curvy cutie from a voyeuristic vantage point was surreal. Seeing her chained wrist was exactly how he imagined it. Just like the scene in his dark, dirty moments, she was used like a sex slave.

  Vicky was officially a piece of sexual meat. Gavin stroked his cock tightly. Feelings of jealousy, worry, and deviant pleasure filled him. Spraying his load all over, his eyes stayed fixated upon the blond slave.

  Having only seen her as a wife, he’d no longer looked at her as a sexual fantasy. She’d become safe, ordinary, and conquered in his mind. For the first time since their dating days, he lusted for her again. Able to step outside the square borders they’d created, everything had changed.

  His 5-inches thickened with every new stroke. One stream after another escaped him, as the video went black. After coming, Gavin gasped in disbelief. Total worry returned, guilt hit him like raining bricks. Was she hurt? What else will happen to her? How long will she be gone? What happened after these videos?