Taken!

By Rory Black

A classified ad brings them together. "Sir" seeks submissive women, and Junna seeks something more than just dominance...

Beautiful young Junna wants a man she can trust to just take her, "like a game or a romance novel." Her husband wants to watch his wife please another man. "Sir" needs only one public meeting to prove himself the man they both seek.

"Sir" also sees the disaster coming, but cannot resist Junna's Japanese beauty.

Taken, by Rory Black, the author of The Kinky Neighbor. An erotic tale of dominance and submission, full of consensual scenarios that pretend not to ask permission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rory Black
• Release date: Oct 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301254194

Rory Black

Under the name 'Rory Black' Michael D George is the author of the wildly-popular Iron Eyes westerns, coming from PP very, very soon! Writes Michael: "In my time I've done a lot of things. I've been a barber, a freelance commercial artist, a portrait painter, a grave stone designer (a dying trade), an animator and an author. I did spend a few years in the Merchant Navy and was lucky to have travelled around the world four times before I was 23. I spent a lot of time in America during those days and cruised for two summers between California and Alaska. Now it is forty years later and these days I spend most of my time writing novels under my own name and no less than seven pseudonyms. I've been lucky to number a few of my old cowboy heroes as friends, and my walls are covered in the photographs of several of my cowboy hero pals. Ive written a lot of books and have plenty more stories still to tell. As one of those friends, the late, legendary Monte Hale used to tell me, 'Shoot low -- they might be crawling!'"

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Taken!

A Tale of Fantasy Rape

by Rory Black

Published by Rory’s Black Pen

© Rory Black, 2012, 2016, all rights reserved

Front cover image © Soralee | Dreamstime.com

Young Beautiful Asian Woman With Flawless Skin And Perfect Make-up And Brown Hair Photo

Her Rape Was Their Fantasy

Her name was Junna and she was beautiful. She was 21 when we met, the oldest child of Japanese parents and born here in the U.S. She had long, luscious black hair, almond eyes, and that gentle, yielding beauty that some Japanese women have. If you managed to drag your eyes down from that lovely face, you would have seen a slender, willowy body that looked every inch the ballet dancer of her youth. Except for her chest, which she squeezed into a D-cup. I have never seen another Japanese woman so naturally well-endowed.

I met her through a classified ad of all things. This was back before the days of Web 2.0 and more social networking sites than you can reasonably count. Back then Yahoo offered free classified ads, and since I was between girlfriends I put one together. I wasn't looking for anything serious so I indulged my kinks: I advertised for a submissive woman, no experience required. After a few weeks the ad had brought me a half-dozen conversations and two hot one-night stands. Then one Thursday night I logged in and received the following message:

Dear Sir,

I have a fantasy of being raped, but I do not want to actually be raped.

Is this something you could maybe help me with?

Junna

I almost dismissed it as a joke. My finger hovered over the delete key, but I hesitated. To that point I had only heard from serious women. Some of them just had questions, and others panicked when the time came to move get physical, but nobody ever contacted me as a prank. So I clicked the reply button instead.

Dear Junna,

This might be something I can help you with. It depends on what kind of fantasy you have.

If you want to kick and scream and bite and cry while a guy plunges in and out, you should find someone else.

If you want a man who will, with your consent, force you to have sex with him any way he wants while you protest and pretend you don't want it, I might be the man you need.

Let me know,

(signature)

She must have been sitting at the computer, because I got a reply within five minutes. In fact, our first full e-mail conversation happened that night.

Dear Sir,

What I want is the second, definitely. The first sounds too much like real rape. I want it to be like a game or a romance novel. Maybe pretend you're a burglar or something and you find me in my silk nightgown. Maybe I beg you to take what you want and leave, but what you want is me and I'm powerless to resist as you have your way with me. Maybe I pretend to struggle a bit, but I wouldn't actually try to hurt you.

Is this something you could help me with?

Junna

I immediately fantasized about the nightgown scenario with a beautiful submissive, and had to masturbate before I could reply. Little did I suspect that she was even better looking than I hoped. My response told her that I thought we had the same sort of ideas in mind and that we should find out a little more about each other before we considered going any further.

No more than a minute later I got another message:

Dear Sir,

That sounds like a smart idea. Would you meet my husband and me for coffee tomorrow night at the Starbuck's on Pruneridge at 7:30?

Hopefully yours,

Junna

Husband? She was married? And he knows about this and wants to meet me? This was getting kinkier by the minute.

I responded in the affirmative and she told me to look for a Japanese girl with long black hair and black jeans, sitting with a red-haired man. So she was married, so what? At least he knew what was happening. I spent the rest of the evening contemplating the situation. If this was her idea and he was going along with it, he would try to sabotage us. If it was his idea, he'd try to make sure it happened. She definitely sounded interested, though -- assuming he wasn't writing in her name. I didn't want to think about that though -- if he arranged this meeting as a surprise, the evening might get ugly. I tried to stay positive and hope it was both their idea.

I arrived early, hoping to choose the