Rape me!

Well... recently I have started doing deliveries. No not pizza!! One of my regular stops is this private gym. They would kill me for calling it that, they would say, private wellness center. It is a fancy gym for rich dudes. There are always 95% ripped dudes wearing spandex shorts and topless or in a light tanktop. The first time I visited my jaw dropped and I was looking around with a fucking goofy grin slathered across my face. The attendant noticed me staring and I must have turned beet red. After my first visit I could not stop imaging that room filled with so many amazing male bodies. All I thought about was those sweaty boys until the next week when they had another delivery! My panties were soaking wet by the time I arrived with the package. The attendant signed for the delivery and I fumbled with words, as I typically do.

"Uhh, what is this place for".

"It is a private wellness center"

"Uhh, thanks"  Aaaaand I walked off.

Oh god I fantasize about those boys I only get to see from the entryway. I plot and scheme on how I can get in there.
I could show up and say I am a stripper they sent for "John".  Lol the attendant would recognize me now and the jig would be up once I started to try dancing.
I could pretend to faint and they would carry me inside and tend to my every need.
Then an idea sticks with me and runs round and round in my head. Maybe I do not need to do anything, maybe they are plotting to grab me and rape me. Maybe the next time I open that door, three strong men will pull me into the back of their private resort, rip my close off, and fuck me until I pass out. I cannot get this idea out of my head.

I put a lacy top, short jean skirt and sandal-pumps in in my bag and keep them there so if they call again I can dress to impress. This time only a few days pass when I get called back. In the front of the van a strip off my shorts and panties and slide on my skirt, take off my top in lieu of what is essentially lingerie, and slip on the sandals. My face is burning hot and my crotch is throbbing. I grab the box and head in. This time I turned a couple heads, smiled and made eye-contact. I made a little bit of small talk with the attendant to spend a little more time there. Then I left with a drip heading down my inner thigh.

Since then I have received a call nearly every day and I usually dress up a little for them. Every night I come home and wish that they had raped me. I want them to force themselves on me. I truly do. I do not condone rape but this would be consensual... but not.

I know it will not happen and maybe that is why I am writing this, but if somehow they read this, you know who I am and I give you permission to rape me. Tell your buddies, show them this post, you may rape me!

You will know for sure that it is me because I will keep a light blue hanky in my back pocket tied to a note that says, "Rape me"

This goes for any of my readers, if you ever find me out with a light blue hanky in my pocket, pull it out and you will have confirmation that I want to be raped by you.

Please, rape me.

Consent rules:
Bruising is ok in areas that can be covered by clothes
No serious injuries
You can penetrate any hole with anything, noting the above rule.
Any gender is ok
Any number of people is ok
You cannot keep me for more than 12 hours
Bondage is ok
Biting is ok as long as you do not break the skin
No scat
Prefer no watersports
I am disease free and you must be too
You can finish anywhere you want, I cannot get pregnant

What I will do:
I will fight
I will not bite hard
I will say no and beg for you to stop
I will not scream (we do not need the police unless they are into that sort of thing)
I will submit. If you tell me to stop fighting, I will, if you tell me to shut up, I will.

Please rape me.