It was driving Julie Morgan crazy! She couldn't seem to have an orgasm without first imagining herself being viciously raped by an unknown attacker. She had read all the books on female arousal, and even though they all repeated the mantra that just because you fantasize about something, doesn't mean that you really want to go through with the said fantasy! This was all well and good in theory, but for Julie it was becoming almost an obsession! When she first started having sex at eighteen, her orgasms were directed to her boyfriend, but as the years passed by, more and more she had to have this picture in her mind of he being forced to perform the most intimate acts on a total stranger. In most of her fantasies her assailant was black or Hispanic with a huge erection. She couldn't figure out it's significance, but she was worried enough to contemplate seeing a "shrink" about her problem! Julie hated the thought of talking about her "problem" with a stranger, but she felt she had no choice. Letting her fingers do the walking, she found the number of several doctors who specialized in dysfunctional sexual obsessions. After calling them and briefly speaking to the each physician, she decided to make and appointment with Dr. Margaret Kohler. Even over the phone, it was apparent that Dr. Kohler had a very empathetic way about her. Her voice was smooth and reassuring without being too syrupy. Julie got the feeling that maybe Dr.Kohler could finally give her an answer, or at least and explanation for her problem. So with a little trepidation she made the appointment for the following Wednesday at 4:00pm.
Margaret Kohler's office was located on the tenth floor of the Murrow Medical Building, and while the waiting room was rather small, Julie attributed that to the fact that unlike a medical doctor, a psychiatrist didn't have a lot of emergency patients, and could keep the sessions more or less to the proscribed times. An attractive receptionist was seated at a small desk outside a door that lead to the inner offices. Julie approached her and was greeted with, "Oh, you must be Julie Morgan, fill out these forms and the doctor will see you in about fifteen minutes, she is finishing up with another patient." Julie took the stack of papers from the receptionist and sat down to complete them. There were the usual insurance forms that she quickly disposed of, but the personal history questionnaire, that was another matter. The questions became increasingly direct when it came to describing her particular problem. Spending most of fifteen minutes on it, Julie finally put down her pen and waited for the doctor.
Doctor Margaret Kohler wasn't anything like Julie had imagined. She was tall and slim, and much younger than Julie was expecting her to be. Dr. Kohler introduced herself and asked Julie to sit down in the padded chair in front of her large wooden desk. The doctor sat down and spent a couple of minutes reviewing the personal history form information that Julie had given her until finally looking up and saying, "Is this a pretty accurate account of the problem you're having during sexual activity?" Julie nodded, and added, "The thing is, it seems to be getting worse, I can't seem to have an orgasm without the thoughts and images of me being brutally raped, it used to be what I thought was a passing fantasy but now it dominates my whole sex life!" "Have you talked it over with your boy friend," asked the doctor? "No, I'm afraid he wouldn't understand what I was feeling and take it as an affront on his manhood," she answered, "there's no way that I can tell him!" "Tell me then," continued the doctor, "are your orgasms satisfactory when you have these fantasies about being raped?" "God yes," exclaimed Julie, "they are the most fantasticI have ever had in my life, nothing my boyfriend could do to me could ever approach the high I get from thinking about being taken forcibly." "Do you think that you really want to be raped," asked Doctor Kohler? "I don't know," answered Julie, "that's what worries me the most, I'm afraid that I might consciously or unconsciously put my self in a position where I may get hurt trying to satisfy my own curiosity."
The doctor leaned back in her chair and seemed to day dream for a couple of seconds, then asked Julie, "If you could satisfy your desire of being raped in a safe way, would you consider it?" Julie thought about it for a moment or two and then answered, "If it was guaranteed safe, yeah, I would try it." "Well," continued the doctor, "we have a way of satisfying your curiosity without putting you in any kind of danger, have you ever heard of a surrogate?!?" "You mean like surrogate mothers, that sort of thing," answered Julie? "No, not like that," said the doctor, "what we have here at the clinic are trained sexual technicians, or surrogates, who can play just about any role you throw at them, in your case, the role would be one of an attacking rapist, with the main difference between this and the real thing, however, is that you can stop the session at anytime." "What we have found is, that after a person actually experiences their ultimate sexual fantasy, it isn't a fantasy anymore, and the excitement quickly wears off, and I think that you are a prime candidate for this type of treatment," added the doctor. It had never entered Julie's mind to actually try it, so she wasn't exactly prepared to answer without some thought. The doctor, realizing her anguish said, "You don't have to make a decision right now, but think about it, I believe that this type of therapy go a long way in solving your problem." Julie then asked, "Who would do something like this?" The doctor reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a two inch thick loose leaf binder. Opening it up, she showed Julie the pictures of hundreds of men, of all different races, ages, and sizes. "I think that we can find someone in here who would fit your idea of a mad rapist," intoned Dr. Kohler! Julie, now looking intently at the pictures in front of her, stopped when she came to the photo of a thrityish looking black man. "What about him," asked Julie, pointing to the picture? Dr. Kohler removed the picture and checked the information printed on the back. "This is a thirty four year old black male, six feet tall, and two hundred pounds," she answered, "yes, I think he would do nicely!" "How do we go about doing this," asked a slightly nervous Julie, "would it be here at your office?" "Oh no," replied Dr. Kohler, "this too much of a controlled environment, it has to be out in the city somewhere, to make it realistic enough to have the desired affect." "What happens if I get to afraid and want him to stop," Julie asked? "We'll give you a "safe" word, a word that you can use at anytime to stop the whole program, so if for example your safe word was "needle", all you would have to do is say that word and your surrogate would stop immediately, it's that easy!" "When would it happen," questioned Julie? "We can't tell you when or where, but I can tell you that it will be sometime in the next two weeks," replied the doctor. "Do you want to go ahead with the treatment," asked the doctor? "Yes, yes I do," responded Julie, "set it up, I want to do it!"
For the next few days Julie gave every black man she met and extra look. She wasn't even sure anymore of what her surrogate looked like, after all she only had a few seconds look at his picture! After four days without so much as a hint of contact, she called Dr. Kohler's office to make sure all the arrangements had been made, she was assured that everything was set up and that her surrogate had been given his assignment. She decided that it wasn't doing her any good to dwell on the subject, so she tried to keep it out of her mind and think about other things. When she arrived home from work that evening the lobby of her building was empty of people, but this wasn't unusual because there were only twenty five units, and most of the tenets were young people who had jobs and spent a lot of time away from the building. Getting on the elevator to take her to the third floor, Julie was startled when from out of nowhere a man slipped into the elevator behind her. Before she could turn around and get a good look at him, he had one arm around her waist and a knife at her throat! Even though she knew that this man was there to fulfill her fantasy, she was none the less terrified! In a low harsh whisper he said, "One false move or a sound of any kind and I cut you, got it!?!" Julie nodded her head and tried not to make any unnecessary movements. "Push your floor number," he ordered! Julie pressed the button to the third floor, and they both waited in silence as the elevator slowly traveled up to three. When they got there and the doors opened, he captor told her to walk to her apartment and unlock it, also reminding her again that any sound would result in a slit throat! Julie fumbled for her keys, almost dropping the to the carpet, and with shaky hand unlocked her apartment door. The door swung open and she was shoved violently inside, so hard in fact that she fell down! He quickly shut the door behind him, and grabbed Julie by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "In here," he ordered her, pushing her into the living room. By now Julie had gotten a good look at his face, and she couldn't tell if he looked like his picture or not, however, he definitely looked meaner that his photo! "Sit down," he said, pointing to the wooden rocking chair her mother had given to her as a house warming present, while reaching into his pocket, he produced a roll of duct tape, and proceeded to tape her wrists to arm rests on the chair. He did the same to her ankles, taping them to the front chair legs, and then taking a small piece and putting it over her mouth. When he felt she was totally immobilized, he took a stroll around the apartment, and although she was still afraid, Julie was getting a little used to his presence, and relaxed a little bit. The feeling of his large powerful hands had made Julie's vagina begin to dampen, and incredibly she was feeling was almost exactly the same feeling her fantasy gave her! When he returned to the living room, he was carrying a bottle of beer and a sandwich, which he had made in the kitchen. "Hope you don't mind if I borrow some food," he laughed, and then took a long drink from the beer bottle. He sat down on the couch to finish his snack, looking at Julie as he ate.
As he was finishing, he ask her, "Hey bitch, you ever get fucked by a brother?" Just hearing him ask that question made Julie give out a soft moan, as her cunt was now sloppy wet and desire was welling up in her crotch! Getting up from his seat, he walked over to her and pulled the tape off her mouth, burning the skin where it had been attached. Again flashing the knife, warning her not to make a sound, and with his other hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Julie was transfixed as she stared at the huge black dick only inches from her face, and although it was only semi hard, it was bigger than any cock she had ever seen! Large veins ran the length of a shaft that was dominated by a head that looked to be the size of a pool ball! Even in her most exciting fantasies, she never imagined a cock as magnificent as this! He move a little closer until she could feel the heat coming off the big pecker, a little closer yet and her lips brushed against the beautiful head. He pushed a little more and she let the head into her mouth! "Jesus," she thought, "I'm gonna cum from just from giving him head!" Her pussy was now a jumble of jangled nerves, and with her legs taped apart, she couldn't get any pressure on her clit, and it was driving her crazy with lust! The shiny black organ was now at full erection, and it was so large that she had trouble getting much past the head into her mouth. Taking his knife, he cut the tape on both wrists, and then leaned over and unhooked her ankles. Pulling his cock out her mouth, he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to her feet and demanded, "All your clothes off, NOW!!!" Shaking with lust, Julie quickly shed her clothing and stood naked in front of her intruder. "Nice tits," he commented, as he looked her over carefully! Julie was sure he could see how wet her vulva bad become, but she brazenly posed for him with her legs partly spread anyway. She was brought back to her senses by the ringing of the telephone, she automatically reached for it on the end table, but he grabbed her arm and made a threatening gesture with his knife! She needed to answer, because she was expecting a call from her mother, and if she didn't pick up, she might come over to check on her. After hearing her explanation, he said, "Okay, answer it, but if you slip up, I'll cut you fucking throat!" Again he put the knife to her neck, and then motioned for her to pick it up. Julie picked up the phone and what she heard on the other end of the line made her blood run cold with fear, no, make that terror! It was Dr. Kohler's office, and they were calling to inform her that the surrogate she had chosen had broken his leg and she was to come in and select another one. Putting the phone down after saying okay, Julie began to shake all over, she actually thought she would become physically ill! Her intruder removed the knife from her throat, and Julie slowly turned to look him over more carefully. His big penis still sticking out obscenely from his unzipped fly, now seemed much more menacing than it had only a few minutes before. "Gonna fuck you now bitch," he said, grabbing her by the arm, dragging her into the bedroom, and throwing her onto the bed. Her mind was now spinning completely out of control as he unsnapped his pants and kicked them off, leaving him naked from the waist down. He had very muscular legs and buttocks, and his penis pointed straight at her as she lay helplessly before him, and while still holding the knife in his hand, he slid on top of her, crushing his chest onto her breasts. She could smell alcohol on his breath, and he had terrible body odor, and as her nostrils were filled by these nauseating aromas, she felt tinges of vomit in her throat. "Open your legs, bitch, daddy's gonna fuck his little while slut!" With the knife pressed against her throat, she either complied or died, so she slowly spread her pretty thighs, and waited for the him to take her. "You put it in cunt," he ordered! Tears were now welling up in her eyes, but she reached her hand down and took a hold of the rock hard erection and guided it to her cunt lips. "P-please don't hurt me," she pleaded, now realizing that there was a very good chance that she might be badly hurt, or worse!
Gently working the head into her slit, her eyes rolled back into her head as he plunged all the way in with one quick jab! With her throat tightening, and her lips becoming dry, her vagina responded to the massive invasion with a huge orgasm! A loud moan escaped her lips, and he laughed and said, "Can't get enough black meat, can you, you little fucking slut!?!? Her moan seemed to be a signal to him to start jamming her helpless pussy with his black fuck pole, and not being able to control herself, she wrapped her legs around his back and began meeting him thrust for thrust!!! Her positive response drove him into a frenzy while he bored his penis in and out of her cunt until they both exploded in a simultaneous orgasm! When he pulled out his prick, it caused her cunt to to spasm one last time, but she was now totally spent and lay in a heap on the bed as he got dressed. "Where's your purse," he asked, as he buckled his belt. "In the living room on the couch," she replied. He left the room and returned a few seconds later, going through her open pocket book. Finding about two hundred in cash, he shoved it into his jacket, and then went for her credit cards. When he was ready to leave, he said, "Sorry, but I've gotta tie you up, I can't take a chance on you calling the cops!" She started to protest, but he just ignored her and taped her hands behind her back and her ankles tightly together. He placed one last piece across her mouth, and headed to the door. He stopped, came back to the bed, and ripped the phone cord out of the wall. "There," he said, "I'll leave the phone in the living room hooked up, if you can get the tape off your mouth, you might be able to slide out and call for help!" Then in a flash she was alone in her apartment, as she heard the front door open and close, and the sound of steps going down the hall towards the elevator.
It took about three hours for Julie to free herself, but instead of calling the police she called Dr. Kohler's answering service and left a message for the doctor to get in touch with her as soon as possible. Sitting down with a glass of wine, she sat by the phone and waited. Ten minutes later it rang, and she was speaking to the doctor. She poured out her story, leaving nothing out, and then waited to hear what the doctor had to say about all of this. "Julie," the doctor began, "when you thought that the intruder was a surrogate, were you really afraid, I mean, did you fear for your life?" Julie answered, "Well at first I was, but then I slowly realized that I wasn't in any real danger, and no, I guess I wasn't really afraid until I received the call from your office." "That's right," continued Dr. Kohler, "it's impossible to induce the kind of fear you were experiencing in your fantasies if you knew that there was no real danger, so for that reason we called to make you think that you were really with a real attacker!" "I believe that now when you come in for your follow up session, we'll have something to really talk about!" Julie stared into the phone and was momentarily dumbfounded when she heard the doctor's story. Finally hanging up, she still didn't know if she was repulsed or not by being the target of a rapist!
Later that night in bed, she was still a bundle of nerves because of had what she had gone through earlier that evening but her hand drifted down to her pussy and began stroking her hardening clit while her mind began to drift as her finger rubbed the hard little nub. Without even being aware of it, her thoughts turned to the big black penis that had so taken care of her pussy, and as her orgasm flooded her cunt her only thought was on the knife and penis, she knew instantly that this is what she truly wanted--and it wasn't a problem at all!!!