- NonConsent/Reluctance
- Free Use Academy for Girls
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Click here*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
The day I arrived at the "Free Use Academy for Girls" I wasn't in the best mood. How would you feel if your family decided to ship you off to boarding school? I was feeling very unloved by my parents as I dumped my bags in a heap on my dorm room floor.
"I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to unpack. I would stay and help you but your father and I are in a hurry," Angelica, my stepmother explained.
"I want to say good-bye to my daddy," I told her.
"Lydia, just because you are eighteen doesn't mean that you can just do whatever you want."
"Who sends their college student to an all-girls private college? I got into Vassar. I wanted to go there. Why did you do this to me?" I begged her to explain it to me. A smile was playing on her lips. She was enjoying my pain and suffering. I knew that she didn't like me but my father hadn't clued in. He thought everything Angelica said or did was perfect, even if it was getting rid of me.
"Trust me, I did this for you. You need to experience life a little bit. This is for your own good."
"Tell my father I love him for me."
"Of course I will," she called but I knew she wouldn't. "I'll let them know you are ready to begin your adventure here. Good luck, Lydia!"
"Thanks," I called after her as she walked away. I began to unpack and I was making good progress when the door opened and a young woman about my age walked in.
"Hi there, you must be my new roommate. I'm Danielle," she stuck a hand out and I shook it. She was taller than me and thin. She had light blonde hair, which she had pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing the school uniform, which was a plaid skirt, stockings, black pumps, and then a weird "bib" that went over a crisp, white shirt.
"I'm Lydia."
"So do you have any idea what kind of school this is or did someone you hate send you here and not tell you?"
"Someone I hate," I told her and she nodded.
"Well, then. Let me explain the rules here. The rules are that the men rule. The men here are allowed to have sex with us whenever they want. You have to let them. If you don't, they can force you and trust me when I say that is not a good idea. I fought things at first but you can only fight against them for so long before you get caught."
"That doesn't sound right. They can't really do that, can they? Please say you're kidding," I begged her but the look on her face told me that she was telling the truth.
"I wish I was kidding. Oh my God! Get inside! Close the door! He's coming!" I watched the fear in Danielle's eyes and I listened to her, following her commands. She locked us in the dorm and we hid in the closet, waiting for whoever this guy was to pass. The only thing was, he didn't pass. He was looking for me and he wasn't going to stop until he found me.
"Lydia Halili? Are you in here?" He banged on the door a bit before opening it up with a key.
"He has a key to our dorm?" I whispered to Danielle.
"I'm afraid so. There's no escape."
"Holy shit!" I screamed as he busted into the room.
"In the closet? Are you hiding from me?" the man asked us.
"No, we are here ready to serve you. Do you want to fuck us?" Danielle asked.
"Danielle? Why are you telling him it's okay to fuck us?"
"Because it is. The men here are allowed to fuck any of us women as much as they need to. They cum right inside of us and hope to get us pregnant. This is where you and I are both going to become mothers."
"Mothers? I'm not ready for that yet."
"You must be Lydia. Let me introduce myself. I'm headmaster Alistair Higgins. I'm gonna put a baby in you, you little slut!" He wasn't a tall man but his presence was much larger than his stature.
"No need to call her a slut, Mr. Higgins. It's only her first day!" Danielle scolded him.
"Oh, you're next, Danielle. I can't believe you haven't gotten pregnant yet."
"So, wait! You mean my stepmother sent me here so I would get knocked up! What a bitch!" I was starting to realize the truth about what was happening.
"Take off your clothes, Lydia. I want to show you all about how free use works."
"Free use?" I asked, oblivious to everything. This place was crazy and I wasn't used to it. I had never heard of a place where men were allowed to fuck women whenever they wanted and cum right up inside of their pussies. Had my stepmother done this to me as a punishment because she knew I didn't like her? Did she want me to suffer through being fucked against my will and then end up knocked up? I couldn't believe what a bitch she really was.
"Faster, Lydia. Take off your clothes. My dick is hard and I want to use that pussy."
"No! I don't want you to!" I screamed but he was already grabbing me and forcing me onto the bed. He ripped off what was left of my clothes and Danielle assisted him in holding me down. Some of the other girls had opened the door and they were watching. They wanted to see what Mr. Higgins was going to do to the new girl. I gave them a show, fighting him off with all of my strength until I couldn't fight anymore. I accepted the defeat as his bare cock sunk into my pussy for the first time. He was pumping his cock in me as the other girls surrounded the bed.
"I want some of that cum," one of the girls cried with a longing that was baffling to me.
"No, I want it!" another called.
"I want to get pregnant!" another girl screamed.
I didn't know what to think as Mr. Higgins held me down. Danielle had climbed up onto my face and her pussy was hovering just over my mouth. I had never licked a pussy before but when she lowered it down all the way I felt my tongue reflexively moving.
"Cum in her pussy!" Danielle screamed at Mr. Higgins.
"Maybe I should bring some of the guys from the men's school over here and let them have all of you little sluts. I can't believe how good your pussy feels. It's going to feel so good to cum in you. Hey, one of you girls get down there and lick my balls so I can dump a load in this new one."
"It's not fair! I want your cum!" Danielle whined.
"Yeah, it's my turn to get cum," another one of the girls was saying. I could feel someone's tongue beneath us, licking Mr. Higgins's balls. I could feel the wetness of her tongue as she worked his balls. I knew he was about to cum but when he began to moan I was shocked at the sound. I had never allowed a man to dump a load of cum directly into my pussy. I had never wanted to end up pregnant and here I was taking a thick, gooey load up in my pussy because those were the rules here in this weird school.
"I want the cum!" one of the brunette girls screamed. She dove into my pussy face-first, pushing Danielle and Mr. Higgins out of the way so she could get her tongue into my hole. She took a finger and stuck it inside of me. When she pulled it out, her finger was full of cum. She took her finger and stuck it up her plaid skirt. She was depositing the cum that had been in my pussy into her own pussy. It was the weirdest shit I had ever seen and I couldn't believe anything would motivate a woman to do such a thing.
"Excuse me," I asked the girl. "Why are you doing that?"
"As soon as we get pregnant, we can leave this place. Didn't you know that?" she asked with a cool smile. "If you didn't then maybe it's time you did. Once you get knocked up, you get to leave."
"So my stepmother did put me here to get me pregnant!" I cried.
"Maybe she wants to be a grandma," Danielle offered.
"No, the bitch wants to ruin my life. I got into Vassar! I should be there now studying and on the path to my PhD!"
"Oh, Lydia," Mr. Higgins laughed. "You think you're going to Vassar? Once you get pregnant you're going to have to put another life ahead of your own. And for the record, not everyone gets to leave when they end up pregnant. It just depends on what your parents paid for. You, Lydia, are going to be here a long, long time, whether you get pregnant or not. You're going to be my little sex slave and you're going to like it."
"Do you have any more cum for us?" the brunette asked him. "Some of us get to go home when we get knocked up.
I did get knocked up. I was pregnant and never once did I get to see a doctor. Mr. Higgins kept right on fucking me throughout my pregnancy and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. The other girls came and went and I was the only one that was still left and I had no clue how I was ever going to get out of that stupid school. I gave birth to my first baby that October. I had been there over a year by then.
Angelica never came to visit me, but she did call often to check up on my progress. One day, Mr. Higgins brought me the phone and handed it to me.
"It's your stepmom," he informed me. I grabbed the phone and put it up to my ear.
"Angelica?"
"Lydia! I hear you had your first baby! How many do you want? I think three is a good amount, don't you?"
"Three? Why three?"
"You'll never be able to go to Vassar with three kids. Sorry, honey. That's life."
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.
"Because your father loves you more than he loves me. But once you're a disappointment with three kids he'll see things differently. Should we make it four kids? I know Mr. Higgins is having a fun time with you."
"Angelica! Please! You can have my dad! I just want to go to Vassar."
"What was that? You're breaking up. Oh well, I'll call back next month, you little whore! Have fun getting used!" The line went dead. I looked up to see Mr. Higgins grinning at me.
"I brought some of the guys from the guy's school to dump some cum in you, Lydia. You look depressed. Chin up! Only three more babies to impregnate you with and you can go home!" He looked proud of himself.
"No! Please!" I cried but the guys were already holding my legs open for one another so they could fuck me. I squirmed, trying to get away but even I knew I would never escape. I succumbed to their cocks, all the while thinking of what could have been. I was almost something in this life but now I was destined to be three holes and a heartbeat. I was destined to be a baby factory.
- COMMENTS
The real mind-boggler, of course, is people complaining that porn isn’t realistic. Porn. Not realistic. Say it isn’t so 😂😂😂
Are people seriously whining that »» free «« smut isn’t as long as they’d like, isn’t as detailed as they’d like, doesn’t include some variation they like, etc? Yikes.
Fun fact: People who write for free write what they want, not what Internet User #395,616,395 wants. Not quite what you’re into? Then read something else. Or, write something – make it exactly what you’re into! Then enjoy commenters whining that it’s not quite what they’re into 😂
Can't say I'm a huge fan of stories that break too far from a possible reality. Certainly possible she could end up at a school where she is abused like this maybe, but breaks reality if her father does care about her and doesn't contact her in a year, and they think they can keep her long enough to have four kids.
Also, the sex is a bit clinical with not much detail. I guess as short fantasies go it's okay, but I'd have liked a little depth and detail too.
Interesting and unfortunately there really ARE individuals (male) precisely as you describe. Its a kind of hell I stumbled into and was so damn shocked I threw up afterwards. Lets hope they all find themselves in the prison they so richly deserve!!
I may have mentioned that I'm not that into "free use academy" stories and I rarely write them, but when writing this I imagined it to be something only elite, rich people have access to, kind of like a Harvey Weinstein retreat. In terms of the story, details about how this situation came to be just aren't important to me. You can fill in the backstory with whatever you like but the premise itself is unrealistic and unbelievable, so the actual logistics of how such a place could exist is pointless. We all know (or hope) that there are not places like this. It's a fun thought but it's kind of like having a story set at Hogwarts. We all know there is no such place and it doesn't make sense that such a place would exist, but we enjoy the ludicrousness of the situation and in this case, the crazy rape fantasy and impregnation moments. So, my decision to leave out all of the meaningless background information was deliberate, since this whole genre of "free use academies" is like writing a fairy tale or fantasy world in which the laws of physics no longer apply. If this was a book, then I would address such details, but this is a very, very short story and I don't want to waste time and effort on details that don't add to the hotness factor. I don't want to waste time explaining the "why" when my focus is getting people off. I just want to get to the story and the details that get people cumming. I know most of you on Literotica don't know my backstory or how I came to exist as a writer here on Literotica. Those details don't really matter. All that matters is that I'm here, I'm horny, and I love writing things that make people cum. You don't need my backstory to get off.
The president couldn't keep his blowjob a secret yet somehow no-one knows about this rape factory? That question kept dinging in my head so I couldn't fully get into the story.
An interesting point though, is that in Fan No Hitori and Whitewill's forced impregnation school stories, some of the girls were deliberately prevented from getting pregnant (Anal and Oral only) and they would beg for vaginal ejaculation so they could get pregnant and leave. This story started to touch on this idea, but didn't quite get there.
Minor point of object, she's 18 and can go independent and do what she wants. It would make a lot more sense if she were younger and didn't have as much control over her life, and since the this site mandates characters be over the age of 18, I can do a mental substitution and let that point slide.
I understand that people are uneducated on this topic, which is why I am taking a moment to educate. I have been writing rape fantasies for the past 6 years and I am used to people having strong reactions to my work. However, once I explain what I am about to explain, most people do get it. Rape fantasy is NOT the same as role-play. I repeat, RAPE FANTASY IS NOT A ROLE PLAY.
Rape Fantasy Role-Play is acting out a rape fantasy in a controlled situation that is actually NOT RAPE because is is consensual. However, it is not simply a fantasy anymore. It is now becoming action that acts out the rape fantasies of one or all partners involved. You see how the rape fantasy is separate from the actual action? The actual rape role-play may not act out every aspect of the rape fantasy because the action depends on agreement between all involved parties, so there may be parts of the actual rape fantasy that may not be appropriate to actually act out.
A couple of comments here stated that this story is not a rape fantasy, while rape role-play IS. This is not correct. Rape fantasies take on many forms. They are in film, pornography, in books, in our thoughts, and maybe even in our discussions with others. What makes them fantasy is that they are not real and they are not part of your current actions. They remain in the mind as thoughts. Once you begin to act out a rape fantasy, it become a role-play. It is still not actual rape, but it is an extension of a fantasy in which people are taking action to act out their rape fantasy. That is not the same as a fantasy. Do you see the difference? I have already written a bit on this topic, so I'm going to share that writing here. This is taken from the beginning of a book I'm working on that contains extreme rape fantasy. It isn't edited yet, so please excuse any typos or errors. The actual story that goes with this "warning" will be released in late 2021.
*Extreme Trigger Warning* The following piece of art will be offensive to most people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This is extreme dark erotica, do not read if you don’t know what that is.
I placed a big trigger at the beginning of this book for a good reason. I also want to clarify that writing this story was not a huge turn-on for me. I typically enjoy writing rape fantasy, but for me, this story triggered some past trauma of a time when I was raped. Writing this was cathartic for me, in the way that reliving trauma can be for those who suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. There are a great number of topics that don’t arouse me, but I still write them. My goal is to grow as an author and so I am doing this story (and every story) to grow. I consider this request a challenge and I tried my best to deliver a good story that will turn on people who are into this particular kink. I do also need to clarify some things about rape culture before I proceed.
Rape Culture is blaming the victim for being raped by saying things like, “Oh she shouldn’t have dressed like that,” or “She was asking for it by walking like that.” Rape is never the survivor’s fault. It is always the rapist that is to blame for raping someone. Similarly, rape culture is also blaming the reporter who reported the story of the rape, the doctor that performed the rape kit, or even the writer that wrote the story about rape. Rape culture is about blaming everyone and everything else around the perpetrator, making excuses for a rapist as to why he or she was pushed, coerced or made to rape someone. It is making excuses that blame victims, movies, podcasts, and porn. To clarify further, there is only one thing that causes rape: rapists.
Most people are able to discern the difference between fantasy and reality. That is why it is okay for adults to read things like the story you are about to read. As an adult you can read a story about rape fantasy and recognize that it is fantasy and it is not real. You can read such a story without it making you want to really go out in the world and rape someone. Fantasies are things that we imagine and they are not real. Just because I want someone to suck my toes in a fantasy does NOT mean that I want that to happen to me in real life. Just because a someone is into rape fantasy, that does not give you the right to rape them. It does not give you the right to sexually pressure, harass, or coerce them into having sex with you. Just because someone in into rape fantasy, it does not mean they actually desire to rape someone in real life, or be raped in real life. It does not mean they want to engage in rape role-play either. It is simply something that arouses them in their head.
Fantasy is a set of thoughts or words on a page. Fantasy can be a movie or even talking to someone about something that turns you on. Fantasy ends there. Once you try to act out a fantasy, it becomes reality. Rape should always stay a fantasy and never become a reality. Rape role-play is a different situation, in which the person who will play the part of “victim” should outline their hard limits beforehand with their partner(s) who will play the rapist(s). Safe words, check-ins, and aftercare should be part of this plan, and as always, the submissive party should always be the one in control of the situation, able to stop the role-play at any time.
You might be wondering why I’m saying all this. It’s because I feel that education about rape culture is important, especially when it comes time for me to share a story like this one. It does contain some violence and it definitely crosses some lines that I’m not used to crossing. I want people reading this to understand that saying, “Jennifer Johnson is publishing things that make men want to rape people,” is part of rape culture. I am not a rapist. I am a writer and I use words to tell stories that are catered to people’s sexual fantasies. Rape fantasy has a wide variety of people who enjoy it for sexual reasons. Both men and women read this type of literature. Both men and women have rape fantasies for a variety of reasons. In fact, rape fantasies are so common that 65% of women admit to having had a rape fantasy. Fantasizing about rape is absolutely fine. I’m sure you’ve had all kinds of fantasies, both sexual and nonsexual. You may have fantasized about what it might be like to murder someone, what it might be like to die, or what it would be like to beat the hell out of someone you don’t like. That doesn’t mean you should go do those things in real life. You shouldn’t do illegal things. You know this. So why would a story written by me cause anyone to actually do the things they read about? You would think that this is common sense, but people tend to get angry when they read stories like this and tell me that I’m giving rapists material to masturbate to. They accuse me of glorifying rape and all kinds of other things that they would never assume about any other genre.
Let’s talk about movies. How many movies depict rape? Lots of them, right? Do those movies cause you to rape people? No, of course not, because you are a normal person and you know the difference between fantasy and reality. It works the same for violence. How many movies depict violence? A great number, I’m sure. Does this movie violence cause you to go out and beat people up, shoot them up, or murder? No, right? Again, you are normal. You know the difference between fantasy and reality. When you read a fictional book, do you think it is real and try to go out and do what you read in the book? I certainly hope not.
This story is like any other story, except it contains a topic that truly upsets many people. That is why I say, DON’T READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY VIOLENCE OR RAPE. If you have been raped, I urge you to skip this story.
Remember, the only thing that causes rape is rapists. Rapists are mentally ill people that are rapists no matter what movies they watch or which books they read. They may have rape fantasies too, but the difference is that they don’t see the difference between fantasy and reality. I don’t believe that I should have to censor myself because rapists exist in this world. As a survivor of rape myself, I understand that rape fantasies have been a major part of my healing process. By people saying I am not allowed to write rape fantasy because rapists exist, they are playing into rape culture. They are blaming and censoring me, a victim of rape because somehow rapists can’t help themselves or they don’t know the difference between right and wrong. That is utter bullshit. If I have a rape fantasy, I should be able to write about it and publish it. So, I am. If you don’t like rape fantasies, obviously you should stop reading now. For those of you who do have rape fantasies, it’s okay. As long as you are not a rapist, it is perfectly okay to engage with this fantasy, knowing fully that it isn’t real and of course, you don’t want to really rape anyone and/or you don’t want to really be raped in real life. Thanks for reading, and enjoy responsibly!