SEX STORY #57
THE SURROGATE
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.
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. The waiting room was rather small, but 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. Finally looking up
she said, “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 fantastic orgasms I 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,” asked
the doctor? “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.” 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.” “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.” “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. 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 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. 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. 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. What 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. 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, he warned her not to make
a sound. 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. 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! He unsnapped his pants and kicked them off, leaving
him naked from the waist down. He had a very muscular legs and buttocks, and his
penis pointed straight at her as she lay helplessly before him. 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.
Her nostrils were filled by these nauseating aromas, and 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. Not being
able to control herself, she wrapped her legs around his back and began meeting
his thrusts! Her positive response drove him into a frenzy, and 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.” “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. Her hand drifted down to her pussy
and began stroking her hardening clit. 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. As her orgasm
flooded her cunt, and her only thought was on the knife and penis, she knew that
instant that this is what she truly wanted--and it wasn’t a problem at all!!! |
