Bdsm/ non consensual

I've always been a little embarrassed about this one, I wrote it a few years ago for submission to Literotica this was way back before they had established various categories for the stories, I just read a few and decided to try my hand at it because to me they seemed too 'crude' and in some cases downright crass to be 'erotic' but I've realised that since everyone is different, perhaps I should have been less judgmental.
This is my only foray into 'eroticism' when I read it back now, it seems I obviously tried too hard and it's lacking a fair bit, but someone may enjoy it.

Dreaming

I've been dreaming for a while, Your thick fingers reached out for me - even the size of your hands couldn’t encompass one of my breasts.You laughed at that.
I remember flinching in expectancy of being roughly fondled - instead your touch aroused me as no one else had managed before. My inner thigh slowly becoming damp and my moans gradually escaping - I wasn’t even aware of it at the time, I used to pride myself on how quiet I was before I met you.
I can feel myself becoming warm now at the memory - a kaleidoscope of images moving too fast for me to capture on this page, the taste, smell and texture of you, all haunting me.

You broke into my house and tied me to the bed while I slept.
It was a delicious kind of fear to wake up - disorienting, couldn’t see, couldn’t move - I didn’t know where you were until I felt your breath on my inner thigh a split second before that glorious tongue teased the entrance to my opening. Light flicks with just the tip before plunging in to desecrate me - you knew I wasn’t quite comfortable with this form of intimacy but you took my guilt at feeling this pleasure by using force. In my minds eye I pictured people I didn’t know watching as you took me, all waiting for their turn when you had had your fill, ignoring my pleas to be untied.
I had my first real taste of fear when you lifted me and slid beneath me - I was still on my back and I couldn’t turn over - and then I felt the second pair of hands.

The shock made me rigid. My fantasy was now a reality and I did not know who was in my room, in my bed - I knew your touch, your smell, but the other was a mystery to me.
Smile for the camera honey” the voice was smothered laughter, a hint of smugness as I began to struggle against my bonds, alternately pleading with you to set me free and questioning the identity of the other.
I could feel your arousal as I writhed against you trying to free myself.
The other hands began stroking my exposed inner thigh as you grasped my breasts in an attempt to steady me. I bucked against this intrusion - my pleas becoming more insistent, my head thrashing from side to side, rubbing against you in a vain attempt to remove the blindfold, I remember your laughter, the way you urged him to do what he wanted. I just remember relief when you qualified this with an admonition not to hurt me

Then I remembered the camera. I had allowed you to set it up the night before on the understanding that I could keep the film but we ended up not using it - you said the battery needed charging.

The realisation that I had been set up for this sparked another bout of struggling - this time I didn’t care if I tore my hands bloody trying to escape.
I jerked away from the feel of questing fingers and felt the pain of penetration in the one opening I'd never allowed anyone. I screamed aloud and tried to lift myself up but was prevented by the hold you had on my breasts.
“"relax baby"” you breathed in my ear, I was tense and quivering, I could feel your pulsating intrusion and I whimpered. The other hands had finished their questing, they withdrew and were replaced by the touch of another mans cock. The shock distracted me from your gentle rhythm.
I started to sob a little as I heard the tear of a foil packet followed by a chuckle as he thrust deep inside me.

I could feel you both rubbing against each other inside me - the pain was being transformed into something exquisite, the orgasm, when it came, shocked me with its intensity.
There was not the usual build up and fade away - it built up, and up, and up then crashed though my system tearing though my soul and sucking the universe through my left eyeball.
I don’t know how long I hung between the stars but as I dragged myself back to consciousness I felt a little bereft.
The blindfold had finally come loose and I was still tied spread-eagled on my back, I could see the camera, its red light winking in the corner of the room. The head resting spent across my chest was dark-haired, it felt strange seeing that - used as I was to your blond one.

I closed my eyes as he moved - I didn’t want to see his face as he looked at me, it didn't matter who he was now, I just couldn’t bear to see his expression. With a small groan he lightly kissed my breasts then pulled himself away from the bed to allow you to move. “Thankyou” he said, as though I’d had a choice, then loosened my bonds - just enough to allow circulation back into my limbs. I’d managed to tighten them with my struggling. After replacing the blindfold you both left the room.

I don’t know how long you were gone, I dozed for a time. I awakened to your touch as I was untied from the bed, you took me to the bathroom and you and your friend watched as I went to the toilet - even blindfolded I could feel the weight of your stares. You tied me to the shower rail with a rope long enough for me to kneel in the stall with my hands above my head.
I then underwent the most thorough cleansing of my life.

I never had the guts to show this to more than a couple of friends before, so please be nice - I know there's nothing really wrong with it, it's just not my normal kind of thing.