Fantasies

• Anna

As she sat on a chair of the cafe, her back against the wall, Anna had a full view of the cafe. She saw Roslyn by the window, head low as she used a small table as a makeshift stool, watching the outside carefully. Anna remembered the young woman saying she wouldn’t mind being claimed by the right person, and felt a wave of revulsion. She wouldn’t betray the other girls, for a man, would she? No. No, she wasn’t claimed. Anne shook her head and sighed. She was feeling out of sorts from this whole horrible day. Paranoid. Frightened.

She also saw Zarina in the cafe, her roommate who proved to be such a great companion when the chips were down Zarina was also watching the outside, lost in thought. No, Anna was safe, she really should relax now while she could. At least, if all else failed, she knew she could count on Zarina.

With her eyes closed, Anna thought back to the question of choosing who would claim her, if she had a choice. Her thoughts wandered towards a man, taller and stronger than her, his shirtless torso showing his abs and toned arms. Maybe a bit of fat on him too, not a bodybuilder body, but still strong, with wide shoulders and strong arms that could wrap around her and pull her closer to him. Make her feel safe and happy in his arms before he pressed his body against hers, his warmth radiating like a stove as he kissed her neck and she felt his beard against her skin. He would be confident, possessive, without being rough, kissing lower and lower down her body until she…

Anna shook her head. No, not the time. She couldn’t be thinking those kind of things when women were being assaulted all over the world now.

Including her mother.

The pain hit her again, almost as hard as the first time, and she had to cover her face to hide the tears that sprung, fresh and bitter. To hell with sex, to hell with her fantasies and to hell with this world. She would rather die than be claimed. Maybe one day she would find a man strong enough to protect her, and noble enough to not claim her. But now she couldn’t even think of such a thing. It brought her too much pain.

• Roslyn

She looked outside idly, watching for any threats that might approach their little hideout. So far, this road looked very quiet, especially compared to the chaos at the campus, and the sun was slowly going down. She gave it an hour or two at most before it was dark. Despite the unpleasant prospect of walking through the city while it was dark, she was still glad for this small stop at the cafe. True, Roslyn enjoyed the food. She had been starving all day. But more than that, she really appreciated this chance to calm down and relax in relative safety, like this was her first chance to breathe since she had been on the run.

The campus was too busy, full of people all the time. Even when she was with Ethan, she could not relax. She was always afraid of not pretending well enough, of another man figuring their secret and claiming her or Kaitlyn. And there was of course the constant noise of screams, things breaking and sex.

Of course, she had only to think that before she spotted someone. It was an older man walking down the road with a younger woman in tow. From this distance she couldn’t see how old she was, middle aged at least or younger, wearing a black suit and her brown hair flowing to her back, glossy and well taken care of. The man looked much older, with what little hair he had being completely white. He had sunglasses and was dressed much more casual than the woman. Maybe they were family and he was protecting her, Roslyn thought idly.

She was then immediately corrected when the woman stopped the man in his tracks and pulled him into a kiss. He seemed surprised, although he quickly responded and began groping her ass, even mid-kiss the woman hiked her skirt up and exposed herself, stockings and black lingerie, for all the world to see.

Zarina and her exchanged mute glances before they continued watching. At least the old man seemed too busy to pay them any attention. Indeed his attention only focused further on the woman in his arms as she slowly got down on her knees and fumbled with his belt. And before the voyeuristic eyes of the two women, the woman began blowing the old man enthusiastically. They could see her head bobbing furiously before she pulled it out to lick and tease him, smacking his dick on her face before resuming it. He only leaned back against the car and made an o with his lips as he looked down, no doubt enjoying the show.

Roslyn wondered if she would do the same, in the woman’s shoes. Would she eagerly suck on an old man like that, without a care for who saw? Would she let him use her petite, younger body as he pleased? Let him fuck her rough and without care for her well-being, like she was just a toy, a fleshlight?

She blushed slightly at the thought, even as she felt a bit of shame. It was taboo and wrong, she knew, but she had always been more attracted towards older men. Roslyn had always been ashamed of.her body. Nevermind late bloomer, it felt she had barely bloomed at all! Small height, small hips and even smaller breasts. Sometimes it felt to her like the only things she got from puberty were the bad things, hairy legs and periods, while the good had eluded her.

But she noticed sometimes men looking at her still, especially older men, and despite knowing how wrong she was it still secretly turned her on. The thought that her young body could be considered attractive, sexy even, combined with the contrast that her petite body would make while riding a larger, older man… She would never admit those thoughts to anyone. But in her secret fantasies she pictured herself that way, being worshipped and fucked by a dirty old man.

Like the woman they were now watching. She had now turned her back against the old man while grinding her ass against him. They could faintly hear the plap plap sound as her ass smacked against his hips, although her moans were louder. They could see her face from here, and even distant as they were her pleasure was clearly visible.

It was just a fantasy, right? It’s not like Roslyn was actually going to let herself be claimed by a dirty old man. So it was ok if she pictured herself as the other woman, fucking in public with a much older man while going crazy with pleasure, knowing she was going to be his **** for the rest of her life…

Her cheeks flushed slightly. She wondered if Zarina had any similar thoughts as hers, but when she glanced aside again, the muslim woman seemed to not pay attention to the live sex show in front of them, her eyes were lost in thought.

‘Maybe I’m the weirdo then,’ thought Roslyn, slightly embarrassed even as she looked back at the woman fucking the old man. And Roslyn tried her best not to look like she was enjoying the show.

• Zarina

The sex that they had just seen was turning Zarina on, and she hated to admit that. These desires were something she buried deep within herself, shame upon shame, but all the happenings of today were making them bubble up to the surface again.

She often had fantasies of being humiliated and dominated, of being **** to do things that she would never do of her own will. And the more she pushed down those fantasies, the darker and wilder they became. Of her being **** to walk around the city naked, exposed for all to see, or even being fucked by multiple men within view of an audience. Fantasies of men rubbing their cocks all over her face, and cumming on her lips, her clothes, her hijab, so everyone would know what a slut she was. Then they would fuck her pussy relentlessly, using her like a fucktoy until they came deep inside her, despite her protests, until she was pregnant. Pregnant with a half-white baby.

And this is where the fantasies got truly shameful. Of her being called vicious names and slurs - slurs that she had heard a few times in her life in the most unpleasant of ways - by white, strong, powerful men as they denigrated and sullied her, before fucking her mindless with pleasure until she was crawling back for more. The ultimate humiliation. The degradation of her religion, her culture and her basic humanity…

Zarina felt herself getting moist down there and closed her eyes tight, cursing internally. ‘Al’ama! What the hell is wrong with me?’ She had obviously never acted on her desires, being in fact still a virgin. Hell, she had never told her desires to anyone, not friends and certainly not anyone in her family. And yet… Here was this claim day, and suddenly these things seemed possible. If she was claimed she could do all those things and more… With no shame, no guilt. Just blissful joy, like the woman outside experienced, as the old man arched his back and bucked, clearly cumming deep inside her pussy while she moaned loud enough for them to hear.

“Yeeeees. Cum deeeeeep in me, yeeeeees!”

Would Zarina one day be like that? Would she enjoy it? Maybe under a kind master, like Ethan -

No, she thought, closing her eyes again. She should not think like that. It was dangerous, and worse, it was shameful. She had to fight back against these desires just like she had to fight back against any man that would take her so. And if the world expected Zarina Ahmedi to roll over and accept being claimed, then the world didn’t know her at all.

But she still wondered what Ethan was doing away from the group for so long, and she felt herself getting aroused again, triggering another wave of shame. Why the hell was she born with such fire in her loins? She would be much happier, she thought, if only she didn’t have such shameful fantasies.

• Ethan

Blood was rushing to his face as much as it was rushing to his cock, although with different effects. Both caused by the blonde woman behind him - his woman, he thought as he felt another twitch from his cock - as she rubbed her tits against him and ran her fingers all over his upper body.

He wanted so badly to let her go further, to make her go further. For her to worship his cock the same way she was worshipping his upper body before taking her pussy, sinking deep into her and making her fully his. He could command her to do that, to do anything, and she would obey him. This thought made him even harder, almost painfully so, and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

Ever since well before this day, he had these desires. Fantasies of dominating women, making a woman crawl on her knees and fucking her throats, before gently petting her head and saying ‘good girl’. Of driving a woman red with shame and pain, before driving her crazy with pleasure and lust.

And now, here was this claim day, and suddenly these were not just fantasies anymore. They were attainable. Within his arm’s reach, literally. All he had to do was order this woman that was in her power, and that seemingly wanted to be used in such a way, and she could fulfill all his wildest fantasies. And she would enjoy every second of it too. And if he claimed any other woman - such an easy thing! - they would do the same.

Ethan trembled with desire. It was so easy, so simple. All he had to do was speak, or touch, and he could have it all. But that would make him no better than a monster and a bully, and he hated those with a passion. Ethan loathed those who lorded their power over others, the petty tyrants and assholes that littered the world. Those that made this already difficult world a little bit worse, just for their own satisfaction. He was raised to be kind and thoughtful to others, and to him these were not just words, but ideals he wanted to live up to. It’s who he wanted to be.

“Stop,” he said, his words soft and his breath ragged. But she stopped rubbing herself against him and, slowly, he disentangled himself from her before pulling down his shirt and facing her again. “Enough massage for now. Feeling better?”

Nadia’s face was also flushed, he noticed, some hair clinging to it with sweat and she looked at him with a blissful smile and eyes glazed with lust, desire, and need to please that was becoming familiar to him. “It felt wonderful,” she said, while brushing hair away from her face. “But… Don’t you want to go a little further?” She asked, while looking down. The tent in his pants was clearly visible.

“We stop here,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, then another, to calm himself. “And no more taking off your clothes, or my clothes, during a massage.”

“But - ” Nadia began.

“Promise me.” Ethan cut her off, looking her right in the eyes without blinking. She bit her lip before nodding.

“I promise, Ethan. I won’t take off my clothes, or yours, while massaging you from now on.”

He sighed, then smiled sheepishly. “Ok. Let’s look presentable before we leave.” He said while straightening his shirt and adjusting his hair. He also carefully adjusted his pants until his tent was less visible while taking deep breaths. Nadia also adjusted her shirt and hair, although she refused to take her eyes off Ethan as she did so, her sigh flickering down every so often, and the desire in her was clear.

He wanted it too. He wanted it so much it hurt. But if the price for getting all his fantasies fulfilled was his morals… Then the price was too high.

• Nadia

Ironically, Nadia didn’t really have any sexual fantasies anymore. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say she had only one fantasy, an enormous one that eclipsed all her other thoughts and desires: the need to please and obey Ethan.

And even now, as she did her best to look calm and not like she had experienced the best orgasm of her life, she felt a shiver of pleasure as she obeyed Ethan’s commands. Even if his commands made it harder for her to make him feel good! The contradiction was teasing and frustrating in equal measures. But she found joy, even in that.

It was like dating when she was inexperienced and shy, slowly finding her limits and then enjoying the dance and the fun around these limits as she slowly got comfortable, and allowed these limits to go back further and further. Sometimes these hit hard limits she would not tolerate being broken - although now she would have no trouble breaking any of them for Ethan - but other times she remembered her limits going back much further than she ever imagined, bringing her and her partner great joy.

But now the situation was inverted, with her at the whims of Ethan and his limits. But she was sure she could still enjoy herself within these limits and she slowly prodded and tested… And she was sure that in time his limits too would recede, until he was fully and completely honest with his desires. She could hardly wait.

And as they left the storage room and ran by Kaitlyn and Jasmine cooking in the kitchen, both of them looking at the two with suspicion as they greeted them, and later when her and Ethan stepped into the cafe again and greeted Anne, Zarina and Roslyn, Nadie pictured each of the women on their knees, worshipping Ethan as he deserved. She imagined being a part of his harem, one of many as they gave him more pleasure than his wildest dreams. His happiness mirrored in each of their ecstatic faces. A bliss shared among their entire group, binding them deeper than anything they had ever experienced before… She could hardly wait for that too.

But she was patient. If she had to wait, she would.

“We talked,” said Ethan, glancing at Nadia before addressing the whole group. “She will give me massages. Make me happy, without breaking boundaries.” She saw nods from the rest of the group and smiled back at them.

“Yup,” said Nadia. “It’s a good compromise.” And she left all her hidden desires and thoughts unvoiced. For now, she would bide her time. And if the women came to trust Ethan more, that would only make it easier to claim them, if she could convince him to.

• Jasmine

Both she and Kaitlyn watched as Nadia and Ethan walked out of the storeroom and into the main room of the cafe. They seemed normal enough, although Kaitlyn’s comments put Jasmine on edge. Still, right now they had **** but to trust him. And trust Kaitlyn too, she supposed.

But when she looked at Kaitlyn, it was more than trust that Jasmine felt. The raven-haired beauty was confident, sure, in a way that made you want to trust her even if the end of the world was happening. But the way she smiled at Jasmine that made her feel butterflies down her stomach in a way that she was not used to.

Jasmine was meek and passive, the exact opposite of Kaitlyn in every way, so the admiration would be there even if Kaitlyn didn’t give her the good kind of goosebumps. And it was so easy for Jasmine to imagine the punky girl walking up to her and taking charge, pushing the black girl against the wall and smiling down with her usual foxy grin, piercings glinting in the light, before she leaned forward and kissed her. A little pushy, a little confident, without being too rough… But sexy as hell. Kaitlyn had also shown her tongue piercing to Jasmine once, and the thought of the metal in her tongue rubbing against Jasmine’s lips made her shiver just to think of it. Either of her lips, honestly…

She briefly considered doing something about these desires. Maybe hint them to Kaitlyn and see if she responded well… But she quickly thought against it. The girl already had a lot on her plate, she didn’t need a bi girl awkwardly coming onto her on top of everything else.

“Oh, eggs are ready!” Said Jasmine, smiling at Kaitlyn.

The other woman nodded, packing shut the last of the eggs and then looking at her small pile of containers. “Nice, Jas! Thanks for the help! We can have another whole meal thanks to you.”

“It was your suggestion,” she replied, giggling a little. Damn! If it was possible for a girl to claim another girl Jasmine would have been toast! She watched Kaitlyn stack up all the containers and almost walk out the door before she turned back, cocking her head.

“Coming?” Kaitlyn smiled.

“Oh! Yeah, sure!” Jasmine followed behind her, cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment, and maybe a hint of lust.

• Kaitlyn

She left the Kitchen and stepped into the room with the packed eggs proudly raised above her head. “Guess who got us some food for the road?” She paused for dramatic effect, smiling, before saying, “not me that’s for sure! Jasmine did most of the cooking.”

“It was her idea.. And she did help,” protested Jasmine, smiling.

“It smells delicious,” said Zarina, smiling while looking vaguely anxious. She steadily refused to look in Ethan’s direction as she gathered her thoughts. “But… It looks like a lot of food, and we already all ate. Is your house that far?”

“Not that far at all,” Kaitlyn replied. “But I dunno how food is going to be for the next few days. I get the feeling uber ain’t going to be doing a whole lot of delivering, if you get my meaning.”

She gestured towards the empty cafe and Zarina nodded quietly.

“That’s really smart,” said Ethan, smiling at her while reaching out. “I’ll help carry the eggs.”

Kaitlyn almost flinched when he extended his hand… And she hated this. Hated that she always felt the need to be on guard next to him. Not the least because she honestly had a crush on Ethan.

He was really her type, shy and considerate, and being handsome didn’t hurt of course. Although he wasn’t handsome in a macho way, but more androgynous, in a way that really pushed her domme buttons. She liked to call his type ‘cute and peggable’, and boy did she enjoy pegging guys like him. Thrusting into them, slowly first, then faster and faster while slapping their asses until they were moaning and panting and cumming their little brains out… While the strap-on rubbed on her clit and made her cum HER little brains out too. A fair trade, or so she thought.

Or maybe she would tie him up and torment him, licking his body and then his cock until he was squirming and begging for release, before playfully denying him and slowing her tongue more and more until he became a horny mess, all under her power.

But that was before today, before a man could suddenly touch a woman, say a few words, and turn an independent, tough as nails domme into a fucking stepford wife nympho. She felt disdain for any man that would dream of doing this to her. I mean, talk about a downgrade!

And now Ethan had claimed a woman. Some girl from his class she didn’t even know. But worse than imagining her crush fucking a helpless nympho with stars in her eyes, the worst was knowing that their relationship was changed forever.

She could not relax when he was within arm’s reach, and there was no way she could ever try and dom him, or even have sex. It was too much of a risk, and even if he was a perfect gentlemen… Even then she wasn’t sure it would be the same. The claim thing had changed their dynamics too much. So much power in a man’s hands, even if they never used it. It made her attempts at being dominating feel phony, almost ridiculous.

Maybe one day, with enough trust, she might peg a guy again. Maybe Ethan would even win that trust from her. She could hope. But right now, she couldn’t help but feel that femdoms had it tough in this new world.

“Sure, you can take half,” said Kaitlyn out loud, giving him the containers. Behind him the blonde bimbo smiled at her. Kaitlyn smiled back, even as she felt no joy in seeing ger. “And not to scare any people here, but I think we should get going. I don’t want to walk too much when it’s dark.”

There were murmurs and nods among the women. Then Ethan scrounged in his pocket with his empty hand and pulled out his wallet.

“What are you doing?” Asked Roslyn.

“Leaving money…” Said Ethan, awkwardly as he tried pulling out cash with one hand. Nadia eagerly took the eggs from his other hand. He looked grateful at her before fishing out a few notes.

“We don’t know if the owner will even be back,” said Anna in a skeptical tone. “Or if they’ll appreciate our money.”

But Kaitlyn smiled, despite herself. A genuine smile this time. Truly this was an Ethan move, and made her heart squirm and her crotch itch for her strap-on. “I think it’s nice,” she said while putting down the other eggs and taking out her own wallet. “Just because the world is going crazy doesn’t mean we can’t be civilized.”

There were murmurs of agreement between the others, and even Anna agreed and took some cash from her own wallet.

And so the group left the cafe, with the shelves almost bare of any baked goods, a pile of notes on the cash register and a small note that read:

Sorry for taking your food
Large group + hungry
Hope you are well

And they al stepped out of the cafe and back into a world that grew stranger every minute. Soon, it would be nightfall.