A rape fantasy insemination Pt II

A Lorelei guest on a dive outing to Lake Mead

The Photo: The Lorelei’s insemination guest encased in a Hunter Gates Pro-AM 1050 Drysuit on a dive outing to Lake Mead. The suit and Interspiro FFM were borrowed from the selection at The Lorelei since she didn’t bring a drysuit and didn’t want to have to clean her FFM after diving the lake.

Baby sitting: I’ve ended up showing Jacques’ Lichtenstein insemination princess around the area while she isn’t busy with Jacques. It’s ironic how I’m trying my best to keep from becoming preggers by that beautiful man from him planting his seed in me and she is here trying to conceive by the same man! Go figure! I’ve sort of rationalized him fucking her by telling myself it’s his job. He is good at it and has fun making a living that way so I’m happy for him, and I do have him to myself most of the time. For purposes of writing about her I’ll call her “Semeni.”

Semeni’s rape: I watched from the voyeur viewing room (behind the mirrored glass wall in the ballet studio) the other day when they had their first rape encounter. She was in a black latex Rubber 55 catsuit, gloves, hood and black satin Repetto La Carlotta toe-shoes. She looked lovely and as though she just might be able to defend herself. Jacques looked so virile wearing his oiled Lash Leathers and rubber soled steel toed boots as he watched her warm up at the barre. The scenario was that he was a drifter who had found his way inside The Lorelei (it’s impossible for a stranger to get through three levels of security) and has a thing for lithe dancers so when he opened the studio door and found her at the barre he immediately came on to her. She watched him approach and went up onto her toes so she would appear taller. She is 6’2” en pointe so with Jacques at 6’4” she could almost look him in the eye.

He tried to touch her hand and she pulled it away, but didn’t back up and he moved further into her space. Her feet were in second position and she saw his eyes drop to her exposed crotch so she tried to close her feet into sous-sus - fifth position sur les pointes - but he was quicker and she found his hand between her legs as her thighs came together pushing his thumb deeper into the soft flesh of her vulva. She gasped and slapped him which rocked his head, but didn’t move him back an inch. She opened her legs again to try to pull his hand out of her crotch and tried to knee him but he turned and deflected her knee which bounced off his thigh. By then she was tilted at an angle against the barre and grabbed the barre to steady herself while trying to pound his chest with a balled up fist or slapping him with an open palm. At that point she had been struggling for about four minutes when he hit her in the solar plexus with his fist knocking the wind out of her and she collapsed back against the barre.

Forced entry: While she was winded he pulled down her crotch zipper inserted his fingers and ripped the crotch of her catsuit. By the time she could breathe again he had spun her around and opened her back zipper pulling it down mid way then pulled the rubber catsuit off her shoulders and down around her upper arms pinning her arms to her sides. He was very fast and except for her legs she was immobilized in seconds. She was so rubber legged that she couldn’t stand much less use her legs to defend her self so he just draped her over the barre and checked her for lube – I could see her FCM glistening on his fingers and her labia so I knew she was ready to be penetrated. I watched fascinated as he unzipped the crotch of his Lash Leathers folded back the protective tongue and eased himself out of his cup. He was already massively erect and dripping pre-cum as he spread her labia and positioned his tip at the entrance to her vagina and pushed. I could tell from the angle at which he entered her that with a single powerful stroke he had under-thrust her diaphragm and penetrated her fully as her eyes went wide in amazement and she moaned. Then she gasped and screamed when his glans rammed the soft open tissue of her ripe cervix. She squirmed trying to adjust her hips and pull herself off the barre, but Jacques kept pushing her back down. By that time her feet were in second again and her chest was resting on the folds of her rubber suit that were between the barre and her breasts.

Semeni’s orgasms: Jacques was holding on to her rubber sheathed hips and driving his shaft into her lifting her off her platforms at the maximum depth of his thrusts and I could hear the thud as the flesh of their pelvises smacked together and she screamed every time he rammed her cervix. I was waiting for it and just like I told her both shanks of her Repetto pointes shattered. They broke the third time he dropped her onto he toes as he withdrew and she sank even further into her shoes decreasing whatever little control she had over how her hips were positioned. I was sitting just on the other side of the mirror and her latex hooded head was within a foot of the mirror so I got to watch her facial expression and the saliva and snot drain from her mouth and nose to pool on the Marley beneath her as Jacques had his way with her.

About the time her shanks broke Jacques hit his stride, found her G-spot and took her to a shuddering, moaning, screaming orgasm. But that wasn’t the end of their encounter. He kept pounding her cervix and her screams became louder and more plaintive and then suddenly the tenor of her screams changed and I knew she had passed her pain thresholds and was about to have a cervical orgasm. I had never seen another woman be taken to a cervical orgasm before and her face was dripping sweat snot was bubbling from her nostrils and her body wasn’t just quivering she was shaking violently and then she began a long high pitched scream as he tipped her over the edge into a cervical orgasm. He finished inside her just before she fainted. Jacques told me later that Semeni has very strong muscle contractions when she orgasms, though, he was quick to point out that they were not nearly as strong as mine.

He stayed inside her for a few minutes as she regained consciousness and they both tried to catch their breaths. Then he withdrew, he was still erect (I love his ability to do that) and inserted his fingers in her vagina to ensure the rim of her diaphragm was back against the anterior wall to make sure it would fit in her pubic notch when her vagina returned to its unaroused state. He helped her to strip out of her ruined catsuit and she helped him out of his Lash leathers, then he took her immediately to bed for a post coitial nap while his little swimmers made their way into her tubes. He said later that he was pleased she didn’t try to claw him with her nails and she had actually become affectionate. When I saw her in a bikini as we were dressing in our thermal undies and drysuits during our dive trip to Lake Mead the next morning there were no bruises on her body even from the blow to her solar plexus that subdued her so I was pleased to see that Jacques can defeat a woman w/o seriously harming or marking her.

Rivals: Semeni told me during our dive trip that she really enjoyed being overpowered by Jacques. And she is looking forward to fighting him again. She really is in very good physical condition and was just a bit sore from their encounter. She doesn’t know he is my primary lover and I think I hid my emotions well. She was asking what it was like to be taken by Jacques underwater. I was trying to be objective and let her know how much fun Jacques is w/o coming off as possessive though from the looks she gave me I think she might suspect he is more than a work associate to me. This was the first time she had been with a man as well endowed as he is or experienced a cervical orgasm and she is hoping for more though as everyone says about cervical orgasms getting past the initial pain is a real test.

In all honesty I did think how easy it would be to drown her in an unfortunate diving accident, while the two of us were diving by ourselves. It would have been easy to put something to cause nausea in her sports drink that we use to stay well hydrated while diving then take her out into deep water and go down to 60 or 80 feet where the pressure starts to disorient some divers on regular gas and when she vomits in her FFM she could easily panic especially after I crimp the hose to her suit inflation valve. Then she would only be able to release air from her suit not increase buoyancy to reach the surface and drown before I could help her get to the surface. My psychiatrist thinks my mood swings will stabilize as soon as Semeni returns to Europe.

Night Fights and obsession

Her mouthpiece torn out during a night fight

An insemination project: Jacques was in Bavaria on a project for a week after the first of the year. He is in demand as a sire for much of the reproductive age European aristocracy who need an acceptable sperm donor. The mission he agreed to accept was to inseminate a 28 y/o German Countess, Katrina, whose husband was emasculated during a saber duel over her. Her husband’s doctors assured him there was nothing to worry about and that with micro-surgery everything would be just fine after an interval of recovery, but that’s not what happened. He could get an erection but his sperm count was extremely low so that for all practical purposes he shoots blanks. As often as he fucked her – several times a day while she was fertile - she didn’t conceive, so she decided on an approved donor and since she loves to swim decided to have his sperm deposited hard against her cervix the natural way, during dive-sex in the castle pool.

Stalked: Katrina was Jacques sixth European aristocratic client and she was a difficult one because she is headstrong and has always gotten her way. The Count is in Africa on safari and would be away for several months so she lacked the affection she badly needed. One common side effect of having such an intimate insemination is an emotional attachment between the woman and her donor and that’s what happened. She developed an emotional attachment to Jacques so strong that she began to stalk him while he was still in Europe on business. He thought he had managed to lose her, but she had followed him back to Vegas and unbeknownst to us - since I’m his primary lover - she had targeted me thinking if she could get rid of me she could have Jacques. That sort of thinking is pure fantasy I know, but I think that is how she saw her chance to possess Jacques. Jacques had no idea she was in Vegas and I didn’t know she existed when we accepted an invitation from another casino owner to a Night Fight party at his home in the hills. He is a rubber fetishist and diver and enjoys dive-sex and occasionally invited a few likeminded couples to a get-together for an orgy of partner swapping and dive-sex in his 40 foot deep pool with most of the lights turned off. Jacques and I had been to one of his Night Fights in December and enjoyed it so we thought another near-rape experience would be fun.

Envy, lust and adrenaline: None of the women knew one another, or so I thought, and we all wore very similar 2 mm neoprene SwimSkins with crotch zippers, hoods, gloves, booties and flippers so the men couldn’t tell us apart with our masks on and regulators in our mouths. While we were still in the ladies dressing room I asked if everyone was wearing a gas guard and they all said or nodded yes so we were all protected to that extent. The ‘Rules’ of a Night Fight are that there are no rules other than it’s considered cheating to drown an opponent. Women can fight women for a man. Men can fight each other for a woman. Men and women can fight to prevent one going with a different partner or being raped so there is an amazing amount of adrenaline fueled by envy, lust or fear released in a relatively small space. SCUBA gear for all is wetsuits, masks and regulators (no FFMs) so that it’s easier to flood an opponent’s or lover’s mask or pull his or her regulator from a mouth. All of the women wore twin-hose regs so we could see better w/o having to look through our bubbles and one wore a dive-knife which I thought was strange.

Survival: As soon as everyone was suited up the lights were turned off and the women went into the pool first. And when we were spread out then the men entered the water. I noticed right away that another woman, the chick with the dive knife, was in my space, far too close and behind me and so I swam to the bottom and backed against a wall so no one could get behind or below me and looked up. From the bottom it was easier to see the divers silhouetted against the dim surface lighting. I watched the shadows of the other players and a man started down toward me, but before he could get to me the woman invading my space was back and she grabbed my right hose and tried to yank my mouthpiece out. She might have been successful if I hadn’t had my spit-strap fastened. When that didn’t work she brought her right leg up and unsheathed her dive knife. I was trying to push her away when she grabbed my air hose – the right one that supplied fresh gas - again and tried to cut it. The titanium mesh in the corrugated hoses prevented her from puncturing much less severing it and gave me time to react. I jerked the mouthpiece out of her mouth just as she was inhaling and she swallowed a lot of water and was never able to recover. I broke the wrist of her knife hand and she dropped her knife and began to vomit which was a bad sign for her because there is no way to clear a submerged vomiting diver’s throat so she either inhales vomit or water when she tries to inflate her lungs. She suddenly stopped struggling and was unresponsive, not a good sign but it made it easier to get her to the surface

Wetsuit mascarriage: At that point I knew the fight was over and I found myself trying to prevent her drowning. I dropped both our weight belts and the buoyancy of our wetsuits floated us in an uncontrolled ascent to the surface. We hadn’t been down more than a few minutes so I took a chance that neither of us would get DCS and fortunately we didn’t. When I got her to the surface I pulled out my mouthpiece and yelled for the EMTs. The EMT crew that was on standby pulled her out of the pool and took over. Jacques had noticed a diver in trouble and come to help though not recognizing me in my equipment until I got to the surface and my face was no longer obscured by my mask and reg. As soon as the EMT pulled off the unresponsive diver’s mask and hood Jacques recognized her as the German Countess who had been stalking him and told the doctor in charge that she might be pregnant. Her heart had stopped but they managed to get it started again with a defibrillator Then they placed a tracheal intubation tube and tried to suction out some of the vomit and water and then placed her on oxygen in a portable ventilator.. Jacques said she nearly drowned. I think it’s more correct to say she drowned and they nearly brought her back to life. When the EMTs cut her wetsuit off they found blood and fetal tissue in her vagina where she had spontaneously aborted the baby Jacques had given her.

Clouded judgment: Neither Jacques nor I can explain why a diver with her experience would dive while pregnant or not have her spit-strap fastened if she intended to get into an underwater fight. Unless she was so obsessed with Jacques and therefore hated me so intensely that her determination to rid herself of the woman who she thought stood between her and Jacques clouded her judgment. I’m not sure that me pulling the reg out of her mouth so she inhaled all that water caused her to vomit or if it was because of the effects of water pressure on her pregnancy. No one will ever know for sure. When they got her back to the private hospital that the fetish community uses for this sort of accident they put her on a larger respirator which is breathing for her and her heart is circulating blood but the brain wave monitor they connected her to shows there is no brain wave activity so she is brain dead. The Dowager Countess is trying to find her son in Africa to tell him that his wife died during a swimming accident while vacationing in the U.S. The hospital will need the family’s permission to pull the plug on the ventilator. Meanwhile her lovely body is in a permanently vegetative state. The hospital orderlies look at a patient in her situation as being a freebie because they can mount her and finish inside her with no fear of pregnancy or anyone complaining. Afterward they just need to suction out the semen and change the sheets.

Insemination and spider gags

Spider gag – a ring gag with side extensions

A recent ‘beautification’ project: Taryn and I have been busy helping keep the valley beautiful by cleaning up after ‘accidents’. Returning readers know that the major players here don’t want the public to accidentally come across that sort of thing or even hear about it. The last accident seems not to have involved drugs as so many do, at least not directly. This one seems to have had jealousy as the motive.

Jealousy: A very high-class escort who specialized in latex encasement encounters had reported being stalked by one of her clients, though that’s not exactly how the complaint was worded. She was found in the small room in her Co-Op she used as a gym. She was dressed only in ballet boots and a black open-faced latex hood with full shoulder skirt and had a spider-gag in her mouth. A friend who is also an escort had a key to her place and found her and called their duty supervisor who reported the problem to her Director and eventually I was called. The friend was told not to touch anything and leave the Co-Op.

The victim had been shot through her open mouth. The bullet punched a small hole through the back of her hood and buried itself in the soundproofing paneling of the wall surrounded by a small spray of blood and bits of brain. Most of her brains had been trapped in the latex hood that sagged in the back where her skull had been shattered. The force of her exploding skull blew blood and brain tissue down inside the hood and all over her back. The force of the shot had thrown her back against the wall and the draining brain tissue running down her back left a bloody trail down the wall. Her knees buckled and she fell forward on to her knees and then on her face. Not a graceful way to go, but by that time she was past caring. She had fresh semen in her mouth and vagina. She was wearing no device inserted in her vagina and there was a partial pack of Seasonale contraceptive pills in her tote along with the slit-kit she used professionally. She was wearing nothing worth harvesting. Her boots wouldn’t fit either of us. A decorating service will clean the walls and floor and patch the bullet hole.

Bye-bye Bi-chick: Robin’s insemination project is over as is my keeping the A-list actress calm during her fertile days when the two of them were baby dancing. She promised to let me know if she is preggers, which should show as hCG around Christmas. And if she is they will be filming her abortion at our clinic a few weeks later, after they get some shots of the physical changes to her breasts and of her vomiting from morning sickness. Before all this started she had a fertility test, an HSG (hysterosalpingogram), which checks a woman’s fallopian tubes to make sure they are clear so eggs can enter one end and sperm the other. Her Hollywood Gyn said her tubes are clear so she should have no problem getting pregnant.