Family Forbidden Taboo Erotica for Women Box Set

by Patricia Parks

  She told me the other day that she wanted to tie me down and rape me with the big black dildo. I was both shocked and excited. She told me that it was time to take me without stopping. That she wanted me tied down and helpless while she raped my ass. She felt that it would be like ripping off a band aid and that we needed that in our relationship.

  We talked about this a while and I agreed to do it. She wanted me to know that once I was tied down, it was going to happen. No matter what I said or did, she was going to fuck me hard. In fact, the more I screamed, the harder she was going to fuck me. I told her that I understood the implications. She asked me if I could take this and still love her afterwards. She asked if I could deal with both the emotional as well as the physical aspects of the rape.

  She told me that she was going to totally break me. She was going to hurt me like I had never been hurt before. That it was going to be a true "rape" that would leave me a hollow shell. She promised to love me afterwards.

  I swallowed hard as I considered her request. I knew that once I committed to this, there was no backing out. I have always followed through with anything I have committed too and knew that it was inevitable. As I considered it, I knew I could not refuse her. I agreed.

  I was traveling during this conversation and it was several days before I saw her. Every day, I anticipated the rape to come with a combination of fear and excitement. I was nervous during the day. At night, I would dream about it and wake up hard. She had forbidden me to masturbate during this time, so my frustration was growing along with my excitement and trepidation.

  Finally the day arrived. I came home to see her and she was overjoyed to see me. She hugged me, and held me, thanking me for committing to do this for her. I looked in her eyes and told her that I was ready. She asked me again if I was sure. That once she started there was no holding back. She reminded me how bad she was going to hurt me and that I may not like her afterwards. I agreed and let her lead me into the bedroom.

  She placed a pillow on the edge of the bed to raise my ass to the right height and tied me down draped over the edge. My ankles were secured on the ground spread wide apart and my hands tied to the ropes coming up from the bed frame from above me. She put a ring gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head. As she was tying me down, I was shaking in fear.

  I saw her pull on the strapon harness next to me and pick out the big black dildo. I remembered the excruciating pain it gave me the last time we had tried it and my fear increased again. I tested my bonds, but the held me tight. I saw her looking down at me smiling. "I'm going to make you my bitch today" she said as she lubed up the cock.

  She walked around behind me and I felt the wet slap of the lube as she rubbed it in my ass. She then reached down and pulled my cock out toward the back with one hand. With her other hand, she shoved her finger up my ass pulling back with her hand on my cock so I couldn't move. I felt myself getting hard despite the fear.

  She released my cock and started rubbing the big head of the strapon up and down across my ass. I felt her lean forward and the strapon buckled against my tight asshole. Ohh you are so tight little bitch. I guess I need a harder dick. I heard her chuckle. I felt her reach between us and grab the strapon, then she thrust forward and it popped in. I felt the excruciating pain as she thrust it home all the way to the bottom in a single thrust. I screamed at the top of my lungs and heard her laughing behind me. She grabbed my hips and started pounding in and out of my ass as I screamed below her.

  I thought the pain would never stop as I pulled at my restraints and tried to escape. She pounded me mercilessly over and over again as I screamed and screamed. I wondered how long it would go on before she came as I gripped the sheets, sweat pouring out of my pain wracked body. On and on it went until I felt myself slipping from consciousness. My vision blurred and I slumped in my restraints. I felt like I was falling away from a distance as she pulled the cock from my ass and pulled off my restraints.

  I crumpled to the floor in a ball as she held me in her arms. Soothing me and kissing me over and over again. Tears were running down her face as she held me and loved on me. "You did it" she said. "I am so proud of you". I lay in her arms as my world returned around me.

  It was a special moment. I was totally hers and had proven my love and devotion.

  I love my Goddess

  The End.

  Peter Shifts My Mood

  Light surrounded me, but I closed my eyes and held onto the darkness. I didn't want to wake up.

  I felt a nudge next to me.

  "I know you're awake. Come on, get up. Let's get some breakfast.

  I looked at the clock, it said 7:30.

  "Peter, I am not getting up. It's Sunday. I want to sleep in."

  "You have been awake for a half an hour. You are moping again. Come on. Up. We'll go get bagels and the New York Times."

  I sighed. I really wanted to be left alone. Yes I wanted to mope. I was sad. Nothing was lifting this sadness. Not a movie Not making love. I didn't want to get up. Didn't care about bagels. Didn't care about the new York times. Any other time yes. That would have been my ideal Sunday morning.

  Not today.

  As I lay with the covers over my head, I felt the blankets slowly being pulled down. Peter stood there his dark eyes sparkling at me. "UP" he ordered.

  I laughed at him. "NO" I said just as loudly.

  His eyes sparkled a little more dangerously.

  "Look." I said " I know what you are doing. It is very sweet, but it's not going to happen. You can't order me out of this. Let me be. I will work it out."

  He turned on his heel and left. I felt relieved. He could be more than a little bossy sometimes.

  I tried to sleep but couldn't, heard the door shut and the car start. Bagels and New York Times.

  He wasn't giving up. Well neither was I. I took my mystery to the sun room and made tea and coffee. Tea for me. Coffee for him.

  I was feeling sorry for myself, two nights ago my daughter graduated from High School and left the next day with friends for a week at the beach. I trust her and felt happy for her. Her friends are good. She has a lot of common sense.

  Happy for her but for me deep sadness. I felt listless and depressed. She was going away and I was missing her already. I thought about it while I sipped coffee and looked at the trees off the patio.

  About ten minutes later he returned and went into the kitchen to make the bagels. I listened to him cut them and put them in the oven. I waited for the ding but nothing happened. Curious I walked into the living room.

  There was a dining room chair in the middle of the room facing the sofa. No Peter. I heard him rummaging upstairs and then saw him walk down the stairs in his jeans and tshirt. He had the riding crop in his hand.

  I should explain. The riding crop was something he bought for our play. Spanking had been a turn on for me,something we experimented with a while ago, but never discussed. This was not, definitely not the time or the circumstance. I was legitimately sad. I did not need this.

  But Pete had that look in his eye. I would not let it scare me. I was prepared to stand my ground. I am no shrinking violet and I was sad enough to shift into anger quickly. He would not be prepared for what I was about to say.

  When I am angry, I sometimes assume rationality and going on the offense is the best strategy. I was forgetting it was the worst strategy for Peter.

  I asked "what are you doing?"

  He said "you are forgetting your gratitude discipline".

  The word discipline rankled. There's something frightening about someone standing in front of you with an object of pain and saying discipline.

  "Peter. This was something I started for myself. It has nothing to do with you".

  Even as I said these words, I knew it was the worst thing to say. I saw myself goading him on. 'Why am I doing this?' I asked myself.

  I tried again.

  "Honey. I did not mean to snap." His eyebrow lifted. 'oh shit' I thought, this does not look
good.

  "Look, I know I am not doing what I should but please, don't do this. I will work it out on my own. I promise. Really."

  It did not help that my voice squeaked while I said 'really'.

  "You are not working it out. " He replied .

  "You are sulking."

  Sulking? I felt this rise of anger inside. Sulking. My baby was leaving home. Not allowed to sulk. This is not carrying on over a bad haircut. This is serious. I wanted to slam something down hard and fast. I wanted to grab that riding crop and hit his arm. But I knew how foolish that was and besides I could not bring myself to look at it as though by not seeing it what was likely to happen next wouldn't.

  I think if he started to yell or force me that would have been it. But he did neither, he undercut by talking sympathetically to me.

  "I know you are upset and sad. That is very natural. But you are locking yourself away. " Tears started to blur my eyes. I thought

  " Fuck it and fuck him." And all the pain rose to the surface. I started to turn away and walk toward the bathroom. I felt angry and unsettled. As I passed by him, he reached out for my arm and I shook him loose.

  His reaction was quick: he grabbed me and lifted me up off the floor and in one quick move I landed on my stomach over his knee. I put my hands on his legs and pushed up and at the same time swiveled my hips to the side. I was halfway up when he grabbed my arms and pulled me back down lifting one leg over mine.

  I was pinned on his lap. With his free hand he pulled my pj bottoms down and began smacking my bottom hard with his open palm. I fought at first, kicking and grunting but inside I was shaking. And outside, well he is taller, stronger and his sharp smacks hurt. Slap after slap landed on my bottom. At first I was shocked. I was very quiet, just sort of feeling everything and not sure of what to do.

  " You will thank me for each slap" he ordered.

  Bullshit.

  "Don't hold your fucking breath." I answered through gritted teeth.

  He slapped me about ten more times. Then he did what really put me over the edge. He talked softly to me. He told me I was hiding from him and creating depression for myself. It was true. He rubbed my bottom as he talked. He told me what a good mother I was and that he knew it would be difficult for me when she left, but that we had a long time of learning how to live without kids at home. He told me that he loved me deeply and he would not let me turn the sweetness of being a good mother into an excuse for depression.

  Then he picked up the crop and it lashed across the middle of my bottom, and then more across the bottom where the thighs meet the rounded part. They really hurt and I started crying. Something broke inside me.

  All the sadness surfaced and when the crop began on my thighs, I suddenly I realized wetness was flowing down my legs. He stopped and caressed me gently. I think he started slapping my bottom again.

  He said "honey. I won't stop until you thank me." I was so past fear. So past denial. I was somewhere between pain and ecstasy. I sighed. And I started thanking him. I thanked him a few times and then I think I was crying. And it was so hot. I wanted him to hold me and I knew he wouldn't unless I thanked him. And I loved his strength. I heard the wisdom in what he said. I was still hurting, but I was letting it out and it felt good to do that.

  He lightened the intensity and let go of my hands. I felt him reaching for something in his pocket and was totally surprised when he pulled out the little vibrator.

  He began varying the smacks and the vibration.

  "Spread your legs" he said "but don't come".

  At the word "come" I exploded and he chuckled. He rubbed my bottom and then lifted me up and kissed me and plopped me in the corner.

  "Stay there" He said. He lifted up my hands and placed them on the wall. "Don't move." He returned with the camera. He took a picture of my butt and then showed it to me. I was shocked to see my bottom red and covered with crop marks. As I held it in my hands, he whispered in my year

  "thank me". I turned and started to unbuckle his jeans. He chuckled

  "Not yet, thank me for the spanking and thank me for the crop". His dark eyes dared me to defy him and at the same time sparkled with love. He was so hot. I could not resist him.

  I whispered "thank you my love for this beautiful, hard, hurting spanking and for the crop. I will be enjoying this for a while."

  He laughed and dragged the chair over. He dropped his jeans and sat in it and pulled me to him. I was still sopping wet and he slid in so easily. He and I moved me up and down, I was so wet and he was so hard. My breath quickened as did his. I could fee him close and he lifted me up.

  "Not yet" he whispered. He stood up and turned me around so my head was bent over the back of the chair and he entered me from behind, fucking my pussy and then he pulled out and put his hard hard dick in my ass. He leaned over and pinched my clit. I about screamed.

  "Now come!" He ordered.

  I obliged and so did he. The sounds of our ecstasy filled our empty house. I was limp and so was he. His hips against my sore behind hurt and were so hot at the same time. He slipped out and helped me stand and I slipped my arms around him, and he surrounded me. It was heaven. "My sweet woman" he whispered "I love you in each moment. I am difficult and I am hard with you, but I will always love you deeply."

  The End.

  Tracey's Family Affair

  "Bob sweetie, are you sure that everyone is coming today? Even Billy?" Tracey asked her husband Bob with more than a hint of eagerness. They had just pulled into driveway at her mother-in-law's house, ready to celebrate her 70th birthday. Tracey was hopeful that a certain family member would be present.

  "I think so hun. Mike and Gloria are away, but I am pretty sure Billy is going to make it for his grandmother's 70th." Bob responded to his wife. She smiled and hopped out of the car.

  Thank heavens, Tracey thought to herself. She was desperate to see her nephew. Tracey grabbed the sandwich tray and her little black purse and headed toward the house.

  "You grab the baby, sweetheart!" Tracey called back as she quickly walked past the house and toward the backyard, eyes peeled for her target.

  "Oh hi Tracey! Thanks so much for coming!" Tracey's mother-in-law Carol said as she approached.

  "Happy Birthday! You don't look a day over 29!" Tracey sweetly greeted Bob's mother.

  "Oh thank you dear, I feel it though. You really look great though! It's hard to believe that you had the baby." The old woman responded, as she took the tray from Tracey.

  Tracey beamed. She always took tremendous pride in her appearance and loved receiving compliments. It's true, Tracey thought to herself. She had worked hard to get her gorgeous figure back after having her baby nearly 16 months prior. Tracey had exercised regularly to get back in to shape. The extra-curricular exercise with Billy was the best part though, Tracey giggled to herself. The only noticeable difference in her appearance since before her baby was that her breasts had grown a cup size from their original C-cup. Tracey knew that she did not put so much effort into her appearance on that day to impress Carol though. She scanned the yard for Bill. He would not be hard to miss. He was by far the largest member of the family, and the only black relative as well.

  "There's my little girl!" Carol said as Bob stepped toward his mother, holding his young daughter. Ariel was a beautiful young girl, who looked almost exactly like her mother with soft white skin and blonde hair. Tracey was glad that her daughter looked so much like her. She would have been upset if she had looked like Bob. Tracey's husband was a relatively handsome man, with a fit build on a slim frame. Still, Tracey did not want her children taking after him.

  "Carol, is Billy here?" Tracey interrupted her husband as he wished his mother a happy birthday. She could barely contain herself. She did not have to wait for an answer.

  "Right here Trace." Bill answered from behind, his deep voice making Tracey spin around instantly. She was unleashing her perfect smile at Bill, and her big, dark blue eyes looked over him excitably. Tracey
had curled her eyelashes and was wearing her usual pink lipstick. Her beauty was not lost on Bill. Tracey's blonde hair, perfectly manicured as always, was pushed to the side in front and hung just above her shoulders in back. Her innocent beauty never failed to have an effect on Bill. He noticed Tracey's large pink earrings and necklace, typical for his fashionista aunt, as she moved toward him.

  Tracey reached up and put her arms around Bill's neck. Although he was a foot taller than her at 6'5, Tracey's 4 inch heels left her at the height of Bill's chest. Tracey pulled her nephew Bill in for the kiss that she had always greeted him with since first meeting him as an 11 year old roughly 9 years prior. Tracey had kissed Bill on the cheek initially, but over the last two years they had always kissed on the lips. Tracey felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her body as Bill pressed his thick black lips into her soft pink lips. It's been way too long, Tracey thought to herself. She was careful to make sure that the kiss did not appear as sexually charged as it felt. Still, it was Bill who pulled away as the kiss stretched beyond one second.

  "We're all so glad you came Bill! It's too bad your parents are still off on their mission!" Carol told her grandson. Bill's parents were missionaries stationed in Africa at the time.

  "I would never miss my grandmother's birthday. Of course it's great to see the rest of the family too." Bill laughed as he hugged Carol. Bill had been adopted by his missionary parents while they were in Africa nearly 20 years ago. He had been brought back to a family that was completely white, and they had accepted him with open arms immediately. Some of the in-laws who would join the family in the following years did not accept Bill completely, but they generally kept their opinions to themselves. Since marrying his uncle Bob when he was 11, Tracey had always been fond of Bill. She was eternally grateful that he had become her nephew.

  "Hey boss how's it going?" Bob asked his nephew as he gave him a playful punch. Tracey was still beaming following her kiss with Bill as she watched. Her husband looked puny and small next to his huge black nephew, and Tracey was more than aware of it. He could never match Billy, Tracey thought to herself knowingly as she felt a tingling sensation in her vagina. Bill was 6'5 and very muscular, although his body retained leanness due to how highly defined his muscles were. Bill shaved his head and had a handsome face with strong, thick African features. His nearly pitch black skin was shining in the summer sun. Bill was a complete alpha male and completely irresistible to Tracey.