My gangbang fantasy always starts out the same way. The bar is dimly lit and smells of stale beer and sweat. A jukebox in the corner plays a low, sultry tune that seems to pulse through the room, setting a sensual mood. At the bar, a group of four men sat nursing their drinks, their eyes scanning the room with a predatory gaze.

Among them was a ruggedly handsome man, named Jack, I think. He had a rough beard and piercing blue eyes. I could tell he was used to getting what he wanted; tonight, he wanted something wild and taboo.

I sat alone at the other end of the bar, my long legs crossed and my eyes downcast. I wore a tight-fitting black lycra dress that accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination.

His gaze lingered on me momentarily before he turned to his friends.  “I’ve got a proposition for you boys,” he said. Then his voice went low and dangerous. But I can still hear him say, “Grab some rope and meet me in the back room.” The other men exchange glances before nodding in agreement. They finished their drinks and walked into the back room.

After the room clears, he approaches me at the bar. I am a vision of beauty, with long, dark hair and full, pouty lips. His eyes blazing with lust. “You’re mine now,” he growls into my ear as one of his hands roughly grabs me by the back of my head, and the other roams over my body. Any sound I tried to make was muffled by his mouth, crushing mine.. 

Then he suddenly jerks me from the bar stool, wraps an arm around my neck and hand over my mouth, and drags me into the back room of the bar.

Once there, the other three men grope me and tie me to a makeshift bed; my hands are bound above my head, and my ankles secured to the bedposts. I look up as the men leer down at me. My eyes were wide with fear and excitement.

Jack surveys their work and, with a grunt, says, “We should take turns with her, give her the fucking of her life.” then, with a switchblade knife begins to slice my clothes off. Squirming and whimpering do nothing, and soon I am naked.

Once I was nude, the other men joined in, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my breasts, legs, ass, and pussy. . As the night wears on, the men become increasingly reckless, their desires spiraling out of control. 

They use toys and restraints, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. But even as they took their pleasure with me, I remained bound, my body at their mercy. I am their plaything, their toy, their slave. And I just when I think I could not take anymore. They finally fuck me; all at once, I have their cocks pound into my cunt, ass, and mouth with a fierce urgency.

As the sun rises, I lay there, my body trembling with the aftershocks of all of my orgasms. I eventually opened my eyes and realized it was my gang rape fantasy again. 

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