Make Me Straight

I hate myself for writing this, and you'll see why in a minute.

I'm sorry, Katie. Your girlfriend is a horrible person.

* * *

It's Tessa here! I have great news! I just got engaged to my childhood friend and soulmate, Katie! If you don't already know about her, I'll fill you in.

First of all, I can't remember a time without Katie. We've been best friends throughout our lives, and it was almost inevitable we started dating in highschool. We overcame adversity together and navigated the uncertainties of adolescence.

We have our occasional fights like every couple, but we always work it out and make up. We have never once gone to bed still angry with each other.

While we're both fairly feminine, she looks even more feminine than me, with her medium-length hair to my shorter hair, her five-nine height to my five-seven, and her 38D breasts to my 32Bs. And although my blonde hair and blue eyes look attractive on me, her red hair and green eyes drive me crazy!

It's amazing how often people are surprised when Katie tells them she's gay. "But you're so pretty!" they say. She just rolls her eyes, but we always laugh about it later.

I couldn't live without her.

I know those are just words that some people throw around casually, but I really don't know how I could go on without her in my life. And this might seem cheesy, but it really does feel as if Katie and I were living in some kind of magical fairytale.

At least, that's how it usually is.

But sometimes when I'm with Katie I'll have dark thoughts. For example, when we have sex I'll often imagine I'm just getting her ready for a man to come in and rape her. Despite being a lesbian she'd cum hard on his cock, and it'd change her world forever.

It'd change her forever.

Obviously, I'd never act on these fantasies. But recently I found some like-minded people online interested in exchanging our darkest fantasies. My goal is to work my fantasies out in an imaginary setting so that I can go about my life free from their interference.

But some days I don't know if I'm simply expressing my fantasies in a healthy way, or if it's corrupting me further.

* * *

I had just come home early from work on a Friday afternoon. Katie and I were planning to go out for a romantic date, as was our usual for Friday nights.

When I walked in I heard muffled screams.

"Katie...?"

I followed the sounds to the living room, and when I got there, my mind shut down. I couldn't process what I was seeing at first.

A large, muscular man was hunched over Katie, pinning her to the floor, his huge cock forcibly shoved into her tight pussy, and there was evidence of her torn hymen. Her arms were bound and her mouth was gagged, and she had a long, thin cut down the right side of her face.

When the man heard me coming he quickly punched Katie on the side of her head, knocking her unconscious. But he made no move to get up.

"Well, you're fucking early, Tessa. You weren't supposed to be here for another hour," he commented in a gruff voice, sounding as casual as if he were talking about the weather.

"Wh-What?"

Who is this man? What is he talking about? How does he know I'm Tessa? What is he doing here?

I must have looked confused because he clarified, "Well, yeah. I was supposed to get further along before I had to knock her out. Your instructions."

This can't be real...

"Huh?"

This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real!

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Come on. I have some other stuff planned. Oh, and by the way. I won't even touch you, like we agreed. I'll just make you so wet tonight you'll beg for it yourself."

Like we agreed...

Those words suddenly jarred my memory.

* * *

Tessa: Mmm... And wouldn't it be so hot if that address I gave you was real?

Tessa: And the spare key was really under the fake stone outside?

Tessa: And we actually went through with our plan?

DykeFixer: Oh? Sounds like it might be real. Is it?

Tessa: Hehe..  I can't tell you that. I'd be such a naughty fucking dyke!

Tessa: Oh fuck I'm so close. I'm about to cum. Please???

DykeFixer: First tell me if it's real. Or I won't let you cum.

Tessa: It's real! It's all real! Everything!

DykeFixer: Good girl. Now cum for me.

Tessa: Fuckkkkkkkkk!

* * *

That never actually happened! It was just a fantasy! Wasn't it?

I must've finally snapped. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was just supposed to be some harmless fantasy. I'd just work out my kinks and I could go back to my idyllic life, get married to Katie, and we'd live happily ever after. But I ruined everything. I ruined her.

I finally found my will.

"Get out. Get out. Get out! Get out! GET OUT!"

He seemed a little surprised at my sudden outburst, but he got up and casually gathered his backpack. As he walked out the back door, I dropped to my knees beside my unconscious soulmate and gathered her head in my arms, tears falling from my cheeks to hers.

"I'm so sorry, baby! I never wanted this to happen!"

But even as I said that, my cheeks weren't the only things wet.

My panties were completely soaked.

* * *

After that, I called for an ambulance and told the paramedics, and later the police, that Katie was already like that when I got home. After her cuts were treated and a rape kit performed on her, she went home with me to begin her recovery.

I never told her what really happened, or my involvement, but I cared for her over the years. She was never fully the same after that, but she finally started being able to go outside, and talk to other people besides me.

But I never forgot the feeling I had when I first saw her unconscious form on the floor after she'd just been brutally raped. Lying there bleeding with cum dripping out of her formerly virgin pussy.

My broken little bird.

* * *

This story hit home on more levels than I'm comfortable with admitting. Despite how much it arouses me, it also embodies one of my greatest fears. That these "harmless" fantasies about Katie could somehow become a reality, no matter how improbable.

I know I haven't been around long, but I need to take a break from all this. In the short time I've been here, I've met some very kind and amazing people. They've made me smile and laugh, and they've listened to my doubts. Many have tried to reassure me, telling me that these are all just fantasies. Just harmless kinks.

I'm sorry, but I still can't make myself believe that.

Katie, if you ever find this, just please know that I would never let anything like this happen to you. I swear it.

I love you more than words can express.

-Tessa