Torture

Using Sara

This is my first attempt at a story. This story came from a dream. Please be gentle. More to come.

Dark Lords part 1

I have a plan on where I would like to take this stroy, but I am alows open to suggestions. If you don’t like the genres and themes don’t read the story. Thank you.

The One

Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.

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A Craigslist Fantasy Becomes Reality

A girl meets her Master for the first time! Warning this story is hardcore and involves puking if that is not your thing please move on if you like it please hit like, I REALLY appreciate it! Happy reading!

Learning How To Be Submissive: Part 1

Let me apologize in advance for the rushed last couple of lines. I was struggling to get my work to fit the rules. I hope people enjoy this story. This is my second story I’ve posted and is another (unfortunately) fictional story

Breaking Miranda Chapters 1 & 2 (Fully revised, changed, and edited)

****NOTE: This is a fully revised/edited story I already submitted. Due to many requests and the fact that I have so much free time coming up, I decided to make this a full story. I will submit a chapter or 2 every few days or less. For those of you who already read Breaking Miranda part 1 and 2- READ it again. I changed a lot and added a lot. The story makes more sense now. When I wrote them before it was like a ROUGH rough rough draft and this version should read MUCH better. I will have chapter 3 up in a few days. I have a wedding to go to so I’m not exactly sure but it should be up before Monday*********************************
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************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************Chapter 1
Jake is my lifeline. We have been in love since we were 16 years old. We both had to deal with a lot of shit in this life. We met waiting in the school counselor’s office with one of those awkward ‘Why are you here?’ questions. That same night we met up and hung out at the beach. We must have talked all night about anything and everything. We had so much in common; an alcoholic father, a dead mother, a lifetime of neglect. We became each other’s support. We needed nothing else. Well, a mountain of drugs.
Funny, you could say he was bad for me but to tell you the truth; I could have been much worse off. For one: he is the only guy I’ve ever slept with. I was headed to having the same relationship with men that a fat girl has with Twinkies. I had no mother. I had slutty friends (I dare you to find non-slutty friends in a public high school in Chicago). I had an ex Marine dad who’s only emotion was; Where Is My Fucking Bottle Anger. Oh yeah, four older brothers. They may have sheltered me for a while, but I was just reaching the point of outsmarting them when Jake came along.
When I turned 18, Jake and I were outta there. With my daddy’s credit cards and guilt money, combined with Jake’s drug money, we had the life. We got a beautiful apartment on the lake. We had the best parties and coolest friends. We had each other. By day it was business; phone calls, baggies, counting money. By night it was playtime. Our favorite place was the beach. Our summers were filled with arms, legs, bottles, laughing, fucking, and drugs.
Jake was a sensitive soul. He wasn’t one of those rough and rigid types. I did love him but sometimes I felt more friendship between us than raw animalistic heat. I on the other hand am a Gemini. Have you ever met a Gemini before? Well needless to say I am all over the place. I frustrate my friends by correcting them all of the time. I am also an endless jokester. Sometimes I push people so far that they actually get angry with me, and I revel in that anger. There is something sadistic about me. I love to get high. I love to be scared. I love rain. You know that song; I’m only happy when it rains. I think sometimes I am happier in the rain than anywhere else.
Today, on this fine summer morning however, I sat there staring blankly at the screen. Horrified of what was going to happen now that I agreed to let Kaleb come. Come here, to my home. Was I crazy? I must be fucking mad. As horrified at I was of this prospect, I was excited. I needed him. I need to have him. I sat there swatting down these damning thoughts down and they would just come buzzing back again.
Yep, I had been having a fling online for a few months. Six months now to be exact. I didn’t want a ‘fling’. I didn’t go looking for one. I was happy with my life. I was happy with Jake. At least that’s what I told myself at the time.
On Facebook one day I got an odd message from a very sexy guy named Kaleb. It said ‘It’s time we meet, isn’t it?’ Naturally I thought he had the wrong person. He told me I was the right person. Out of curiosity I kept talking to him. I thought he was just messing with me.
After a few weeks of talking we decided to exchange pictures. Oh my god what a beautiful man he was. He had the most beautiful face I have ever seen; Picture Travis Fimmel but so much prettier. We are opposites in the looks department (well in every department). I am small and petite. I am half Spanish and half something else. Who knows? I am not very dark skinned but I have very black long hair. I always considered myself pretty but hated my brown eyes and wished for boobs. . Turns out he was one of the richest descendants of a ranch in the beautiful state of Washington. Or so he said.
We eventually decided to talk on the phone. I would wait for Jake to leave so I could grab the phone. We could talk for days if we had the time. I am not conservative but having only been with Jake, I was inexperienced and shy with him. We could talk about anything. We would laugh and tease each other about everything. Seemed innocent enough, right?
One day sitting on the bed he jokingly told me to take my pants off (at least I thought he was joking) He said it in a teasing tone. I laughed and said
“Yeah sure, that would look great to have Jake burst in here and see me pants-less with a phone.”
“So you are saying you want to?” he quipped.
My cheeks got red. I blush so easily. I was instantly turned on and feeling awkward as hell.
“Take them off. “ he commanded.
“Kaleb, I can’t…” I retreated.
“Do it, now.” He advanced.
“No, Kaleb. I can’t. Jake could be home any minute.” I sighed.
“Why do you care? You told me you were going to dump him before I came down there. I am coming soon you know.”
Why did I agree to this? I really didn’t want to dump Jake. I had come to care about Kaleb now but I had been with Jake for years. He was more than a boyfriend to me. He was my best friend. Kaleb pushed and pushed me to dump him until I finally caved in and said I would. I honestly did think about it but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Kaleb was a man that was hard to say no to. Now I had agreed to meet him here in my hometown in a few days. What was I going to do? Well I figured I could just come up with an excuse and back out last minute.
“I’m serious Miranda, I want you so bad. I am so fucking hard right now. I want to be with you. I want to fuck you so bad.” he moaned into the phone. I melted inside. I reached down my pants and touched myself. I was slick and wet. I rubbed my juices into my clit as I listened to his deep sexy voice.
“Take them off for me babe; I want you to cum for me.” he growled “Now!”
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I took my pants off. I couldn’t help but feeling out of control. I did what he said. I listened to every direction he gave me intently. I listened to his strong, sexy voice command my body. I pretended it was him touching me…Rubbing me. I plunged my fingers deep inside of my tight hole, pretending it was his hard cock fucking me.
“I’m going to cum in that tight pussy soon, I don’t care what it takes, I am going to take you.” He moaned into the phone as he stoked himself.
“FUCK!” I yelled as I heard the front door of my house slam. “He’s home, shit.” I got up and threw my pants on as fast as I could. I threw the phone into the laundry basket just in time for my boyfriend to walk through the door of our room.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asked as he scrunched his brows together.
“Just not feeling well babe, that’s all.” I guiltily walked over to him and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. My face was flushed a beet red.
***A few days later***
“Miranda, you said I could come. You said you broke up with him. You said you were MY girlfriend now. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Everything will be fine.“ Kaleb argued.
“I… I am just excited.” I lied. “I can’t believe you actually did it.” I reached into my Altiods box and grabbed the biggest joint I could find. Shit I am in a lot of trouble. I lit it and sucked in the biggest hit my lungs could take. I looked up at the little heart shaped cam perched on my desk and blew out. If only he knew that I didn’t break up with Jake.
“When I get there you are going to stop smoking.” He said sternly.
“Yeah, right” I laughed. I liked an assertive man but have never been good at following orders.
“When are you going to be here?” I asked nervously.
“Soon, babe. Don’t worry.” He replied sweetly.
“Look, Kaleb. I don’t think this is a good idea right now.” I panicked. I had been telling him this whole time to just wait a while longer before he showed up. I told him I needed time to get over Jake. Another lie. I was really racking the lies up.
“Hey, I can’t really talk now; I gotta catch my plane in a few hours so I’m going to finish packing. Love you babe. Be there soon.” He signed off. The cam went black.
Well that was sudden. He didn’t even give me a second to argue with him.
Ugh why did I give him my address? He had a way of talking to me. I would say anything he told me to say and wonder about my stupidity later. I knew he was planning to come but I thought I had more time to break it off before then.
What the hell am I going to do? You see, I loved everything about Kaleb. I needed our nightly sessions so badly I would kill for them. I couldn’t say no to him, so I lied. I lied to both of them. I was about to be caught up in my own huge web of lies. I was about to meet the guy of my dreams. I was about to lose one (or both) of my boyfriends. Shit. I what the hell is going to happen? My thoughts raced. My heart raced. It’s time to tell the truth. I need to tell Jake or he is going to find out when Kaleb shows up at our door. I could imagine that scenario. I cringed.
I am not saying I am proud to have lied, but hell. I have never in my life imagined a man that could consume my thoughts so fully. Fill my desires so completely. I haven’t even met him yet. I have only been talking to him for a little over 6 months now.
The conversation with Jake went horribly. How could I be so cold? I didn’t mean to sound so cold when I told him. I was numb, exhausted, and afraid.
“You fucking said you quit talking to him! You fucking lied to me! I trusted you god damnit Miranda…” Jake had read some of the emails Kaleb sent me over the past few months. I was never very good at hiding things. When he questioned me about it I always told him it was just a little harmless online flirting. I promised him that it would stop.
“You fucking fix this now. You fix it now or we are done. You understand me? Done! I won’t put up with this shit ever again in OUR home.” He yelled so loud my ears were ringing.
He threw the phone at me. I ducked and it landed on the bed.
I knew I deserved his anger. He was right. I couldn’t go through with it. I had to end this thing with Kaleb.
“Fine, I will call him. I am so sorry I’ve hurt you after all we have been through. I don’t know how he does this to me? Since I met him online that day I just, can’t…”
“Shut up Miranda, you cheated on me.” He interrupted. “You lied and you fucking cheated, like a WHORE. I never thought you were capable of this. NEVER!” he slammed the door hard on his way out.
I picked up the phone and. I could hear Jake pacing in the living room. I dialed…No answer. I tried again and again. No answer.
Shit.
That night Jake slept on the couch. I couldn’t sleep. I must have dialed his number all night long with no avail. Come on answer! I pleaded silently. I was too chicken-shit to leave a message. The hours dragged on and I guess I finally fell asleep.
I woke up and shot straight out of bed. I grabbed the phone and ran to the back door as fast as my legs could carry me. Pretty damn fast. Breathing hard I saw that I had a few missed calls.All of them from a strange number.
No messages.
I called his number as I looked through the window at Jake sleeping peacefully on the couch.
“Hey babe, why didn’t you pick up” Kalebs voice startled me. Finally an answer. Thank god, I thought.
“I really need to talk to you” I said in a panic.
“OK meet me at the beach here. I’m at your favorite spot; the one you told me about. I’m in the Oasis here next to the park.” He sounded excited.
“How long have you been there?” I questioned.
“Well I just got off my flight and called a cab to bring me here until I could get a hold of you. Probably been here an hour or so. It’s beautiful down here just like you said. Get your ass down here woman, I need some company fast.”
I hung up without saying goodbye. Threw on a sundress and sandals and flew out of the house like it was burning down. Jake wasn’t up yet thank god. I stopped, looking back at our apartment.
Maybe I should tell Jake where I am going at least?
Nah. I can fix this on my own, I thought. It will not be easy but it will be a great life lesson.
My heart was racing. My knees were wobbly. I was nervous as hell. What was I going to say? Ooops sorry I lied to you; your whole trip was a waste, go home now? Oh yeah, I never broke up with Jake and I am not your girlfriend. This was going to suck. I laughed nervously.
I wandered the beach finding little peace. I walked to the Oasis and there was so sign of him. I walked up and down the peer and to the park, nothing. Maybe he was just messing with me; I started to calm myself. He does like to joke, I thought…
I walked back to the pier and sat down in a quiet spot and let my toes touch the water. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. I had always talked to the water about everything. I know it sounds crazy but you know, those thoughts you have that are so private you fear to write them down, well this is where I let them out. The water knows all of my secrets.
Part of me was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t there.
“I love Jake too though and I could never dump him. It makes things complicated. I have to tell the truth; it’s the right thing to do.”I spoke out loud and sighed. I kicked my feet through the cool water lapping at my bare toes.
“So you didn’t dump Jake?” I heard a voice from behind. A very familiar voice…
“SHIT!” I spat out like vomit as I clung to my stuff for dear life. I could feel my cheeks hot with embarrassment. My breath was caught in my throat. I buried my face into my knees. How could I look at him? Please let that not be him. It was him. What do I do! Panic? I can’t look, I thought. Don’t look at him you dumbass! I remember thinking that if I didn’t look at him for long enough he would disappear, or I would. Either way would have been nice.
“Miranda, look at me.” I could hear pain in his voice.
“I can’t look. I tried to call you, ya know? You put me on the spot; I didn’t know what to do.”I cried, tears streaming down my bare knees and legs.
“I put you on the spot? You told me that you broke up with him. You told me we could be together. You said yes to me. We are together.” I could hear the frustration in his voice. “I flew hundreds of miles to see you and this is what you have to say to me?” his voice was raising to uncomfortable levels. I could see people staring at us, they were surely waiting for a full fledge fight to break out.
“I don’t know what to do. I told you about all the things Jake and I have been through. I can’t just leave him, our lives are intertwined.” I looked up at him. “We have a house together. We have the same friends. We have been together for years…” my voice trailed off.
“Nothing that can’t be undone, Miranda.” He sat down next to me looking a little more calm now.
I got a glimpse of his strong arms and bare chest. I tried to look away from his piercing blue eyes unsuccessfully. “I am here now. What do you want to do?”
I thought all of those times I had seen him on cam, and in pictures were as good as it gets. I was so wrong. He was beautiful. He had strong, lean, muscular arms. His chest muscles made me blush upon inspection. He wore no shoes and had no shirt on. His jeans were worn looking and they were not tight but also not baggy and sloppy looking. His deep blue eyes were hypnotizing. His face looked like it had been made by the gods. His blond sandy hair was messy and yet it was the thing I most wanted to touch at that moment. He almost looked…Inhuman.
He brushed my black hair over my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch; gentle yet rough fingers. Hands made for touching, working…fucking.
“Hey I found a really cool place back by the woods in the park, let’s walk and talk.” he said, looking confused for some odd reason. As if his mind was elsewhere.
We walked and I talked. I explained everything. The good, the bad, and the ugly all came out. I told him why I lied about Jake. Why I lied to them both. I had my reasons, they sounded so good in my head but when I said them out loud I felt selfish and shallow.
“So you were still sleeping with him?” He looked angry “While we were together?” he shot me a look that said I should answer carefully and truthfully.
“I did” I admitted. “I was thinking about you though” I could feel my cheeks getting hot again.
He was silent as we walked. I ran out of things to say. I began talking nervously, trying to fill in the gaps.
“I get it.” He finally said. “The only question I have is; do you want to be with me now?” He threw his arms around me. “I have plans for us. I have so much to tell you and so little time” he smiled. Chills went up and down my body. I could feel myself getting wet. My face flushed.
“I am sorry I can’t be with you.” I smiled weakly “I still love Jake and he needs me right now.” The words made me cringe. I wanted to be with Kaleb so bad but how could I leave Jake? I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted another man I could not walk away from my life. Jake was my life. How could I have done this to him? I felt like such a slut. I felt…guilty. It was written all over my face. Everything happened so fast. I thought I could steer Kaleb off before things got too serious. It was just an internet fling. I thought I could control it with ease.
“I need you right now…” his voice was barely above a whisper and I could tell he was pissed. “I promise you, you are mine. It is destiny. You should never have been with him!” he was shaking and his fists were balled. “I should have never listened to Amaralei when she told me to not get involved!” he yelled.
I was starting to feel afraid. I was alone with a crazy person and nobody knew where I was. I was pissing off a crazy guy. Shit. He was not making any damn sense. I needed to get out of here and fast. He was now kneeling next to a tree with his head in his hands, muttering in some strange language that I could not quite make out. Oddly enough it felt so familiar and comforting to hear. Okay, I was going crazy too now…
I slipped the sandals I had been carrying onto my feet quickly. I knew I would have to run soon. He was still muttering next to the tree. Okay, on the count of three I am going to run out of the woods toward the beach area where there were more people. I would be safer there, I thought. It was about a hundred feet and I was a fast runner. Easy as pie, I thought. Feeling confident I started silently counting.
One…
Two…
Three…
I could barely feel my feet touch the ground as I sprinted off. My heart was beating fast and my limbs felt rubbery and clumsy as I ran. Almost there.
As I ran onto the hot sand I felt some relief wash over me. I looked back and he was nowhere to be seen. Thank god, I thought. I scanned the beach looking for other people. I waved my hands toward the Oasis in the middle of the beach, trying to get somebody’s attention.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around smacking right into his bare chest. Before I could even scream he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I started kicking and screaming as he carried me back into the wooded area. Could nobody hear me? Nobody even looked our direction. There was a man jogging on the beach about thirty feet away. He glanced at us and kept moving. I felt like I was dreaming. Why was nobody helping me?
It felt as though we were walking for hours, though surely it was only a few minutes. He walked swiftly and did not respond to any of my pleas. Finally, when we had wandered hundreds of yards away from the beach, he stopped and threw me off of his shoulder. I landed hard. I could feel pain in my left ankle. I realized my purse was gone and one of my shoes was missing. I was too terrified to speak. My throat was dry and rough from screaming.
He sat down on a log in front of me and we stared at each other. The look on my face was of confusion and fear. The look on his face was of anger and betrayal. I wanted to look away from him but found that I was unable.
“Why?” he finally spoke. “This was supposed to be easy. I was so sure that you were mine. Now it will not be easy and there is no turning back.” He rubbed his forehead in frustration. “All because you lied to me…To me. I could have waited. I could have convinced you Miranda.” He sighed.
I had no idea what he meant. He sounded so sane all the times we talked before; no hint of a psychotic personality. And now…Now, I was in trouble. I could feel it in my bones. I had to say something. I had to get out of here by any means necessary, or I was going to end up on a milk carton.
“I…” I paused choking on my words. “I am sorry. I do care about you. I just want to go home. My family will be looking for me. I p-promise. I w-won’t tell anybody about this” I cried. My voice was cracking and I sounded like a scared child.
He stood up. As he stepped toward me I crawled away from him. My ankle was throbbing I knew I would be unable to walk on it. He bent down and touched my ankle gently. Pushing around the lightly to see if I had broken anything.
“It’s not broken” he said calmly. “It will heal soon. I have herbs at the…the.” He paused as if he were trying to come up with a word for it. “House. They will heal it in no time.”
Something seemed to distract him. He slowly inched toward my face until he was nose to nose with me. Again, he looked furious with me. Furrowing his brows and curling his lips in a look of utter disgust he growled “Is that him I smell…” I did not answer. I looked away turning my face away from his. “LOOK AT ME!” He bellowed, scaring the shit out of me. He grabbed my chin roughly and faced me toward him again. “Answer me” he whispered through clenched teeth “Is that him I smell on you…”
“I don’t kn-know what you’re talking about” I stammered. Fucking lunatic…
“Don’t ever lie to me Miranda.” He said calmly. “I will not tolerate it from here on out. You must be honest and true. You must be loyal to me and to…” his voice trailed off. He looked stressed as though he was trying to hold something back and struggling with it.
“Lie down.” He commanded sternly. He stood up and started unzipping his jeans matter-of-factly. As if there were nothing weird about the situation we were in. He let them fall, kicking them to the side. His cock was huge. It shocked me, I couldn’t help but gasp. It wasn’t even hard and it was the biggest I have ever seen in my life. Not that I had much experience, but I knew that thing was not going to fit in me. He sauntered gracefully toward me like a predator stalking his prey. He kneeled in front of me again. His muscles were tensed and it was a sight to behold. My heartbeat pounded like a drum in my chest. My breath went shallow and ragged and my hands were shaking violently.
“Lie down.” He said again in a deep throaty growl. “Now.”
I was frozen. I could not move a muscle. I could not breathe. My lips were tingling from a lack of oxygen. Thump, thump, thump; my heart pounded fiercely in my chest. I must have looked to him like a deer in headlights.
He pushed me down gently and crawled on top of me, kissing my neck and rubbing my arched back expertly with his big rough fingers massaging and kneading my muscles. I was terrified but it felt too good to stop. I let out a moan that surprised us both. I had to be dreaming. It felt like time had stopped for me.
I could feel his hardness against my inner thigh and it sent shivers up my spine. I was writhing and panting so hard I completely forgot where I was. I forgot who I was. I felt like every inch of my body was on fire.
I had to stop this. I had to…
“No!”I sat up pushing against him. Jake…I can’t do this. I can’t. He will never forgive me. I love him. My thoughts were like a whirlwind in my head. “Please, I’m sorry…I can’t do this.” I pleaded desperately.
“I love you Miranda, I need you. I need to claim you before we go to…” his voice trailed off again. “I need you now.” He snarled.
“Please Kaleb, if you love me then stop! I need to think.” I cried. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. I felt so small next to him. I was petite to begin with; he was huge. He towered over me. There was no way I could over power him. The only chance I had was to run. With the condition of my ankle it would be difficult.
“I need you now! I can’t wait anymore. I won’t be able to control myself.” He growled. He pushed me down, pressing his hard, naked body into mine. In an instant he ripped my dress off like it was nothing. I watched it flutter to the ground in pieces.
I screamed as loud as I could. Putting all of the energy I had into it.
He covered my mouth. I panicked, I could feel myself slipping. I knew I was going to pass out. He unhooked my bra with his free hand. My nipples started to tingle and harden as he kissed and teased them with his tongue.
I fought harder than I have ever fought in my life and it took no effort for him to overpower me. Effortlessly, he held me. I was nothing to him. I struggled to move my arms and legs. He grew aggravated with my feeble efforts and pushed hard against me, showing me the full potential of his strength; as if he was trying to show me that fighting against him was pointless.
“Please Miranda, I need you, don’t fight this.” He cooed in my ear sending shock waves through my body. The shock of my own need hit me like a brick. I closed my eyes. This is going to happen to me, I thought. Oh my god I am going to be raped during broad daylight. He let go of my mouth for a second.
I immediately screamed. He covered my mouth again. I choked finding it hard to breath at all.
“None of that…” he smiled. “You are feisty, why don’t you just let go? He put two fingers under my thongs and plunged them deep inside of me. “I can feel that you need me too” he teased. I sat up against his strength for a moment. Electricity jolting through my body gave me monetary animal strength. He plunged his fingers deeper inside of my core. I immediately succumbed to pleasure and he took control again pushing my back down to the ground with ease.
With one hand over my mouth, he fingered me until I was dripping wet. Deep inside me, a place no man has ever been so fully. A strange mix of feelings was washing over me; I cried and moaned at the same time through his hands. I cried out of fear and moaned out of pleasure. All of my cries and moans were muffled.
I swung my free arm at him; punching as hard as I could. My fist slammed into his cheek. He looked as though he didn’t even feel it. I felt like a small child trying to wrestle a polar bear.
He stopped finger fucking me and explored my body with his mouth and free hand. I had just about given up hope that I was going to get out of this. I couldn’t stop my mind, heart, and body from conflicting thoughts and feelings. I knew it was wrong, I knew I wanted it, I knew I felt guilty.
More tears came flooding out.
He finally uncovered my mouth.
“I can’t stop, take it for me.” he moaned. “I will make it up to you.” He pushed his body into mine even harder. I could feel his cock straining against me.
“Kaleb, please, you are hurting me!” I cried.”Please stop I can’t do this. You don’t have to go through with this, we can talk. I won’t tell anyone” I begged.
Tears were streaming down my face. What had I done? This is my fault. I wondered if he was going to kill me. I wondered if I would ever see my family and friends again. I wondered if I would see Jake again. I wondered if I did see him, if would ever forgive me.
“I won’t hurt you…much. When I’m done, you won’t want me to stop. I told you a hundred times that when I first saw you I was going to have you right then and there.” He kissed my closed mouth, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I bit his lip hard. I could taste blood.
Slowly tracing my body with his big hands he reached down between my legs again. He pushed his fingers in. Slowly pulling them out of my wet, clenching hole, he stated rubbing my clit ever so softly; teasing, barely touching. I froze. I couldn’t move. He let go of my mouth and moved his head down. Licking and sucking. He teased my clit slowly and lightly with his tongue. Barely touching me still, he circled my clit, lapping me until I felt like I was going to die.
I raised my hips up and buried myself into his mouth. I felt a rush coming on. I was so close …I couldn’t control my jerky movements. I felt my whole body spasm with pleasure. As I came he grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted them off of the ground as though he was drinking me. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
I fell to the ground lifeless.
What is that feeling? My heart was beating so fast. I wanted him. I can’t do that, what am I insane? This, obviously insane, man is going to rape and kill me. He would probably throw my dead lifeless body into the bushes and be done with it. I tried to reason with myself.
He paused to look into my eyes.
“You are so beautiful. I am sorry if I hurt you at all, I just can’t help myself. I’ve never felt this way. I was not prepared for the feelings I would have for you. “he sighed.
I reached for the pieces of my dress without a second thought.
He grabbed my hand mid-air. “You are not done yet” he said fiercely.
Tears came pouring out again. Knowingly I laid back down on my own. There was no point in fighting. He was going to take me. I needed to save my energy for the moment I had a chance to escape. Now was not that time. He gently covered my mouth again.
He positioned himself on top of me, adjusting me with ease.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my clit as he wiped the rest of my tears away. He pushed against me. He positioned himself at my delicate opening. I instinctively began to panic again. Fear hit me like a brick. I knew I wouldn’t win but my fear was taking over.
I scooted up a few inches. He pulled me back down.
I twisted my body awkwardly, he straightened me.
I could feel his hardness brushing against me as I struggled. I could tell he was just toying with me.
He pulled me down and straightened me once more. He positioned himself against my delicate opening. “I need you to relax, or this will hurt.” He looked into my eyes and brushed the hair from my mouth.
He pushed his huge cock through my tight little opening stopping as the tip popped through. I felt immense pain consume me. He was barely inside me yet and I felt like he was stretching my little hole to its limit. He tried to calm me as he pushed a little deeper. I tried to sit up and regretted it. Pain shot through my body. I felt like I would rip open at any moment. There was no way he was going to fit.
I bit his shoulder so hard I could feel his warm blood leaking into my mouth.
He moaned with pleasure.
I spit the blood out all over his chest and watched in horror as it mixed with his sweat and dripped down onto my face and chest. Kissing my neck and rubbing his blood into my chest, he seemed to grow even bigger. I screamed so loudly that it even startled him. The sound that came out of me was that of a person being slowly killed.
“Don’t move…” he bit out through clenched teeth.
Out of fear I listened. “A little more” he cooed. He pushed in more. I could feel my body trying to accommodate him. More pain. Pain mixed with pleasure. My legs straightened as I tried to make it easier for him to fit. My toes pointed, I tried my best to relax my muscles.
It didn’t work. I had never been in so much pain in my life.
He slowly pushed, my tiny hole stretched out over his large pulsing cock.
“There you go baby, you can take it. That’s a girl” he attempted to calm me. He talked to me as though I was a little girl and he was teaching me how to ride a bike. “Relax, stop tightening up around me. Loosen and relax it will feel good.”
I let my body relax again. Another moan escaped me.
Call for help, don’t give up, I thought desperately.
He moaned as he pulled out slowly.
He pushed back in hard.
I screamed so loud he covered my mouth again. “Shhhhh….It’s okay.” He cooed.
When my mouth was secure he began pumping me hard. Every inch of his hard body was taking me, claiming me. I tried to scream, I bit his hand. He kept fucking me anyways, like an animal in a rage.
It started to hurt so fucking good. My body melted and I let him fully take me. He pulled me up onto his lap without pulling out. He grabbed my hips and rocked me on top of him. My nipples grazed his chest.
“Fuck me now Miranda, I have to cum now” he moaned deeply into my ear.
I hesitated. “No” I said as my voice cracked.
Out of exhaustion my shoulders slumped against him.
“Fuck me!” he yelled, scaring me from the rawness of his voice.
I rocked my hips slowly up and down the tip.
My eyes rolled back. My limbs went numb.
Ecstasy.
“You feel so good” he grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way down.
His hard cock… was so deep inside me. I wanted to hate it. I wanted the pain to stop…but I wanted his fucking cock so much it consumed my thoughts.
He cried out. I could feel his hot cum pumping inside of me. I could feel his cock moving inside of me.
I shivered as he filled me .He pulled out carefully. My legs were tensing and clenching as he slowly pulled out of me. I could feel every inch and pulsing muscle of his slimy, huge cock slide out of me. I could feel the warm sticky fluid leaking out.
Things went dark. I could hear echoes of his voice. I was being lifted.
Don’t fall …aslee…
Everything went black.
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It was so cold. So dark.
Where am I?
I felt around the area surrounding my bare feet with my cold and shaking hands. I felt something furry and soft beneath my body. It was some sort of animal fur rug.
My hands wrapped around my naked body. Shivering. So hard to remember… My was so foggy it was hard to think. Everything around me was so pitch black I could hardly tell if my eyes were open or closed. My ankle was throbbing like hell.
“Hello?” I whispered in a voice so raspy that it did not sound like my own and startled me. “Hello… Anyone there?” I choked out.
I searched around for my clothes and phone in the dark, unsuccessfully. The darkness was so consuming. I felt some sort of rough brick or concrete floor surrounding me. “Ahhhh…” I weakly cried out in pain. My body and muscles ached.
“Oh my god” I sobbed, remembering what happened to me earlier. Memories rushing back. I reached between my legs feeling the sticky, wet evidence of my reality.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, a shrill, piercing scream. A scream of total agony and terror echoed back at me. Howling, rasping. Was that me? I swear I heard something strange answer my call of pain. Growling, snarling noises seemed to echo from every wall. I could tell that this room was not big. If there was something in here I was not going to be able to get away from it.
In desperation I got up feeling my way around the room. There has to be a door here, right? My hopeful thoughts sinking as I felt my way around the small, empty room. I walked toward the center of the room, past the rug. I ran smack into something large. I screamed when I felt fur brush against my legs. I threw myself to the ground in fear. When nothing happened I raised a shaky hand cautiously to where the fur was. It was something solid. I felt it with more confidence now…”A chair” I said out loud, instantly relieved it was not something more offensive.
“Please, help me!” I yelled out loud again. Again I seemed to hear growling, snarling voices echoing back at me.
As I searched the small brick walls with my hands I realized how alone I was. I realized that I was probably going to die here. I would never see Jake again. This was it. This guy raped me, he was never going to let me leave…Alive. I shuddered at the thought and I sobbed as I planted my face against the brick wall. I let my face scrape down the rough wall as I fell to my knees. I could feel the blood start to bead up down the left side of my face and body as I lay on the floor crying like a helpless child.
“I’ll never see you again!” I screamed as my voice echoes off the damp, dank walls.
I reached for the ring on my finger. Jake’s class ring. The thought of never seeing him made me feel desperate and panicky. He was probably worried sick right now.
I would rather die than be tortured again I tried to convince myself. If I was going to die, I would rather it be at my own hand. I grabbed the ring tightly with my shaking hand and jabbed it into my wrist as hard as I could. I dug it in with all of my strength, sliding it down…down…I realized, although this would injure me it would not kill me. The sharp edges of the ring were still too dull to make a clean, deep cut.
All of a sudden my eyes were offended by a bright source of light. A brick door opened out of the smooth wall.
“Miranda…?” I hear his voice.
Starting to feel light-headed, I swayed as I felt the blood trickle down my bruised arm.
“What the fuck are you doing!” he dropped a tray full of something onto the floor. Rushing to me, he ripped his shirt off and kneeled beside me. He grabbed my arm and started to wrap it up with his shirt, tying it tightly into a secure knot.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit!” I screamed as I batted at him weakly with my good arm. I tried to squirm and scratch at his face. He shot me a stern look of warning.
Looking at him made my body tingle…I was feeling suddenly warm. Very warm. I could feel my cheeks burning and flushing. The room started to spin. It was getting dark again.
*Whack!* I feel a slap across my face. I felt a stinging sensation burning my cheek.
I lay wrapped in a blanket, shivering in his arms.
“You!” I yell with contempt and hate. Seething at him between gritted teeth I growl, “You fucking sick bastard. Let me go…” I thrashed around, immediately feeling more like a stubborn child than anything else.
“Shhhh, don’t talk right now. We will talk, but you are weak.” He said softly.
I glimpsed at his face with disgust.
Those eyes. They seemed to burn and soothe me at the same time.
They seemed to bore through me. Raping me, deep inside. Deep inside of me.
How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some greasy sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must be some sick fucking fetish? Maybe he was just a stark raving lunatic. I was better on the latter.
I cried. What else could I do? “Why do you fucking care you sick fuck. You did this to me? Remember?” I spat out between sobs and sharp gasps of air.
He lifted an eyebrow. He didn’t look away in shame like I expected. The eyes of a man that has done something wrong always show glimpses of guilt. Although I could see that he did not enjoy hurting me, I could see no guilt in those fiery eyes. He looked like a man who felt he had a right to take what he wanted. And he did. He did it with the pride of a king, a god…
We stared.
Was he mocking me?
He gently set me down into the chair that had startled me earlier. The pain of my body was immense. I cried out involuntarily. I could feel the pain of my new cut. I could feel the pain of my ankle. I could feel some strange pain from where I was violated. Stinging, aching. In the light I could see that my body was full of bruises. Some of them looked like perfect finger prints.
He reached in to his pocket.
“Take this.” he handed me a small white pill. I looked at it, examining it carefully.
“No, I don’t know what it is. Why the hell should I take it?” I laughed crazily.
“It is a pain medication. You are going to need it. You are not going to be happy with me for what we must do soon. I cannot explain anything to you ye,t but you must take it.” He looked concerned.
I got a bad feeling in my gut at that moment, washing over me a pain and desperation that could not be sated.
“You are not going to let me leave are you?” I pleaded.
“No” he said sternly. “Get that thought from your head now; it will only cause you more pain from this moment forth.”
“Ever?” I again pleaded as Tears rolled down.
He did not answer; he looked away from me and pretended to be inspecting the walls.
Get yourself together Miranda. If he doesn’t kill you, you have a chance, I thought.
“Am I going to die?”
“Not by my hand, not if I can help it.” he smiled, almost sweetly.
Disgusted, I attempted to look at my surroundings. A small room. The brick walls surrounding us were very smooth. Fur rugs covered parts of the brick floor. A strange looking Tiffany-esque lamp toward the center of the room gave off light. The chair I was sitting in was beautiful. It was solid dark wood and covered in exquisitely soft, white fur. It was reclined back and quite comfortable. There was a strange bag sitting next to me. The food and tray that he was carrying earlier was splattered across the floor to the right of us. There was no apparent door opening. How did he get in?
“What do I have to get ready for?” I said with fear crippling my already shaky voice.
“Me.” he said sternly. The look on his face said that he offered no apologies for what was to come.
I popped the pill into my mouth with my good arm. I don’t know why I did it. It could have been my death. In that moment I almost hoped that it would be. If I had a chance of numbing any sort of pain I would be a fool not to take it. I was at his mercy. Something he seemed to lack.
He picked up a flask, opened it and held it to my mouth as I gulped down hurriedly, spilling down my naked chest. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until the cool water slid down my dry, cracking throat.
I didn’t know what to say. So I cried.
He watched me intently, with a stoic yet pained look.
Don’t fucking look at me like that, you…pig. I thought it but dared not say it. How could he do this and look so unconcerned? I am bleeding, bruised, raped. He is sitting there pretending like this hurts him as he prepares to rape my damaged body, again. How could he do this? How?
“You said you loved me. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it? Just let me go!” I begged.
“I don’t have much time left. Save your energy please. I do love you, I do care. I will be gentle if you don’t fight me this time. You are wounded, but I have no choice. Anger me and you will not be so lucky.”
“Everybody has a fucking choice!” I yelled.
He looked away. “I do not.” he spoke softly.
He reached into the bag and pulled out some dressing for my arm. He took my arm out of the ripped shirt and cleaned it with some strange ointment that was also in the bag. He quickly and tightly wrapped it again with the fresh bandages. He also rubbed to salve into my apparent bruises and my foot. He spread my legs and began to inspect my most private areas like he was some sort of doctor. Carefully touching my flesh. He slowly poked a single finger into me, feeling around. I blushed ten shades of red. I could feel my cheeks tingling.
I wanted to kill him as he touched me.
Weakness and pain wrapped my flesh in agony.
He then walked to the middle of the room. He was feeling around the floor as if he was looking for something.
He then pulled up some rings from the floor. Strangely, they pulled out in perfect places around a rug. He pulled up a total of three large metal rings. I swear as he touched them they glowed a dark red, just for a moment. They were suddenly all opened from the center, like handcuffs would open. Yet they seemed to have no sensible mechanics that would allow them to open and close like cuffs would. They were just bare, metallic, metal rings. How did they open? I fidgeted nervously wondering if I was hallucinating. It was possible; with the situation I was just put through it should be no surprise. It still felt like a nightmare to me.
“I didn’t want it to be this way you know. I thought you were ready. I couldn’t wait.” he walked over to where I was sitting again. “You lied to me Miranda. That was a mistake.” He closed in on me until I could feel his hot breath on my neck and ear.
Unwrapping the blanket from me, he tossed it aside; exposing my naked flesh again.
I shivered from the cold crisp air.
He picked me up carefully, making sure not to touch my arm.
“Oh fuck this, not this again!” I cried and kicked. I writhed in his arms. I don’t care what it takes, I thought. I am not letting this sick fuck head take me without a fight. I strained in his grip as he sat me down onto the soft floor.
Forgetting about all of the pain for a moment, I fought with my life; biting him, scratching him. I tried to scratch the eyeballs out of his head. The dressing on my arm started to bleed through.
With chunks of skin missing from his chest and arms he placed his body on top of me.
I pushed, he kissed me softly. He traced my lips with his tongue so lightly.
I moved my head away from his face, burying it into his chest. I bit as hard as I could. I bit down so hard my teeth ached under the pressure. Finally I had a good grip with my teeth. I bit down. Harder… harder. His skin must have been tough as nails because I couldn’t seem to rip the flesh off with all my might. He didn’t struggle or show signs of pain. He let me continue to bite down.
He strapped my good arm into the ring.
He grabbed my jaw softly pushing a pressure point. I released his flesh from my mouth instantly.
Quickly he moved down to my legs, holding them down. I couldn’t sit up to swing at him anymore.
He strapped my legs into the other two rings quickly, with ease. My ankle throbbed like hell.
“Do I have to strap your other arm too? I don’t want to hurt you but if you continue to struggle you will hurt yourself worse.”
What choice did I have? I would rather have some freedom. Give me one fucking good chance and I’ll, and I’ll…what? What can I do?
He kissed up and down my body. I tried not to be turned on. I could feel his undoing his pants and I got wet in a flash. This is the fuck that just raped you. I kept repeating it in my head as I felt him grow hard.
“Would you like me to please you, or would you like me to be done quickly so you can rest, my lady?” he smirked.
“What the fuck do you think? Is this a joke to you? My life is a joke to you? You sick asshole!?”
“As you wish” he cooed to me as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs possessively in anticipation.
I growled. “I never wished for this…”
The tears came streaming down. I tried to hold them back. I tried not to let him see me cry. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of my tears ever again.
“Cry if you need. I will be done soon, I promise, beautiful. I will take care of you when it is over.”
I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. I sobbed like a lost child. He positioned himself on top of me as I sobbed. Gently pushing himself into me as I screamed as loud as I could. He caressed me. He looked into my eyes like I was his lover as I screamed in horror and pain.
I strained to accommodate him. I couldn’t take it. He pushed the tip in gently. Stretching me. He leaned down and pulled my ass up off of the ground to get a better angle.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His muscles were straining as he drew into me. His face was hard and calm. He never looked away from me. Trying to concentrate on anything but the sheer pain his body was imposing on me I stared back.
Sharp pain as he plunged his huge hard cock inside again. Harder. I watched his body jerk and lose control. Unable to move my arm and legs, I looked over to my bloody arm lying next to me as if it were a foreign object. If I could surprise him, I thought…I could gouge his eyes out before he even knew what was happening. I tensed my fingers and balled them into a tight fist.
He stopped.
Gently he grabbed my arm and pulled the other ring from the ground.
“No, no, no, no please…” I begged. “Stop, stop, please! Pleeeasse…” I cried like a little girl.
“I cannot risk you doing anything stupid in this condition” he sighed.
I heard a loud clack as he snapped it down over my wrist.
“It won’t hurt as much if you are still” he warned.
“How can I be still?! You are moving me around.” I screamed
He pumped harder. Each pump… his cock straining to go further inside of me. I began to relax myself.
Breathe slowly. Think. Think about Jake. Smiling faces.
“Jaaaake!” I moaned loudly. Trying to hold his face in my memory.
“Jake” Kaleb repeated angrily “Is not here.” Through gritted teeth, he curled his lips at me like an angry animal.
“Jake” I screamed again feeling not so helpless.
Did that strike a nerve?
Again I sucked down the pain as he rammed me harder.
“Oh fuck me Jake” I screamed.
The veins popped out in his neck. His body strained. His cock rammed in again.
He grabbed my neck as he fucked me. I could feel the sweat pouring off of his face. He ground his teeth together and growled “You were never his! You will never speak his name again…” He licked my ear and whispered into it “Unless you want me to gut him like a pig…”
My cut starting to bleed profusely.
Blood pouring out into the fur.
I watched it.
The pain started to elude me.
“I love you Jake…” I said out loud in either an act of bravery, or sheer stupidity.
He stopped pumping me. I could still feel his hard cock straining inside. He touched the cuffs that were restraining me so quickly I had hardly even realized I had been freed before he lifted me up swiftly. He carried me by my waist over to the wall and launched me against it. I felt my head hit the bricks hard.
He pressed his hard body against me as he wrapped his massive hand around my neck; lifting my body off of the ground he held me tightly by my neck, pushing me against the wall. I could feel my breath leave me. Gasping and choking I clung to his chest with my good arm, trying to get a hold. With my feet tip toed I still could not feel the ground. I could not look down.
“You will submit to your KING, wench!” his voice bellowed through the chamber like lions roar. “You will never speak his name again, so help me gods I will rip him into a thousand pieces and have you eat his flesh out of the palm of my hand!” He snarled wickedly. I could see the hatred in his crazed eyes. “Act like a whore and I shall treat you as one. Act as my queen and I shall treat you as that!” he screamed into my ear.
He stood there staring into my eyes, burning me with his anger. I could not breathe even if he decided to drop me at that moment. I had never been so terrified. I had never felt such anger. After what seemed like hours, his grip loosened. I gasped in air with a horrible wretched breath that did not sound human. My face was tingling, my lips were numb. He let me crumble to his feet as he continued to stare at the wall where he had me. Shaking and gasping I tried to crawl away. It felt like I was dying. My heart was pounding in my chest like a hammer. I was sure it would explode. I could see flashes of black every other second.
“I was not prepared for you to fight me…” he said, sounding calmer but still angry enough to kill me. “I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS…” He bellowed again smashing his hand into the wall. I could hear bricks crumbling to the floor.
I heard his fast stride walking toward me. I covered my head and screamed as I felt his hand on my head. He pulled his hand away for a moment. “You must never provoke me, Miranda. I love you like no other can, but you must understand….” His voice trailed off. “One day you will understand. You will love me.” He said sounding unsure for once.
He grabbed my chin and forced my head from the floor, to look at him. “I will do what must be done. You will submit.”
He pulled my limp body onto his lap. I could feel his hardness against my bare clit. I could not move or talk. I could not fight or beg. My body slumped against his. My head was resting on his shoulder. I could have fallen asleep then…Not because I wasn’t scared out of reality. Because…I was broken. I could not will myself to move. My limbs fell into some sort of atrophy. I remember thinking I must be in shock.
He gripped my hips and lifted my limp body onto his hard cock. He worked me up and down his shaft like some sort of limp doll…with ease he invaded me. I could feel every inch of his pulsing cock inside of me. I stretched over his cock like a glove that was two sizes too small. I felt so full. I felt like there was more of him inside of me than myself. The pain was immense and consuming. I felt pain everywhere, even though it was somewhat dulled, it was intense enough to make me wish I was dead.
I felt him tense. I felt his hands grip me so hard I thought my hip bones were cracking under the pressure. He started fucking me so hard I could not help but to let out a throaty grunt as he slammed his cock into the barrier preventing him spilling the guts out of my body. I could feel myself slipping back as he fucked harder. He caught me gripping my back between my shoulders. I could see his face now. He looked as pained as I. His face was sweating and I could see the veins pulsing at his temples. His teeth were gritted and he was growling as though he was in agony.
I could feel his cum pumping inside me as he held me, impaled on his pulsing cock. Everything about this was so wrong. In that moment though, he looked so helpless. He held me there like he was holding on for his life. He looked at me as though I was everything to him. I almost forgot where I was. I was so confused when I looked into his eyes. I felt like I was the one who should be comforting him, ironically. He slumped back, holding me…keeping himself inside of me. I collapsed on his chest easily.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and gently. Tears rolled out in crocodile size droplets. Dripping down my face onto his chest, they came to rest. I was not sobbing. I was not blinking. I just could not control the tears that fell from my shell shocked face.
I slept there. Listening to his darkened heart beat loudly…I slept. Finally.

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Rape of the Party Girls

Part 1
Rape of the Party Girls
Amy and April walked briskly down the quiet street, the clack-clack-clack of their heels on the pavement the only thing breaking the silence of the quiet December evening. It was cold, and they wanted to reach the Christmas party quickly; neither was dressed for these temperatures.
Both girls were 17, and worked part time as waitresses at a local restaurant while studying for their A levels. They were looking forward to the party, and had dressed to impress; close friends, their outfits were chosen to complement each other.
They had both selected short, colourful, loose skirts; cut well above the knee, they were higher on the left, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the wearer’s thigh. Their tops were tight, and ended some inches above their waist, showing their navels.
The girls were quite different in appearance. April was the slimmer of the two; tall, pretty, with long dark hair and a wistful look about her eyes. Slightly built and long-legged, her small breasts stayed pert and high beneath her top; the garment’s thin shoulder straps revealed that she had felt no need of a bra.
Amy was shorter than her friend, but more curvaceous; there was the risk that she might run to fat by her late twenties, but for now could fairly be described as luscious. Her blonde hair was cut short; the swell of her shapely hips and rear moved pleasingly under the skirt as she hurried to keep pace with her taller friend.
“How far is this place?” Amy asked. “It’s freezing out here.”
“It’s close, I think,” April replied. She looked round as they reached a junction, checking the street names. A white van drove slowly by; the young South Asian man driving grinned at the two girls as he passed, blatantly admiring them. They ignored him, naturally. “This way,” April said decisively, indicating the left turn. “It’s a couple of turnings down here.”
The girls set off once more, down a street with fewer houses that ran alongside a park; it was locked now, dusk having fallen a couple of hours previously. Reaching a further junction a couple of minutes later, neither took much note of another white van – or was it the same one? – parked at the roadside. It was a costly mistake.
As they moved to cross the road, Amy and April felt themselves seized from behind. Each girl felt a man’s hand clamp over her mouth and an arm wrapped about her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. The girls screamed in instinctively in alarm, and kicked out desperately. They saw the side door of the van thrown open and two men, both Indian or Pakistani, reached for them. Panicking, April kicked at them, but one of the two simply took hold of her ankles, his big hands encircling them completely. The other grasped Amy similarly, and the teenagers were bundled into the van. As one of the young men slammed the door shut, the girls heard the engine start and the van leaped forwards.
The whole abduction had taken only seconds.
*
“Drive! Drive!” someone was shouting. April felt the floor beneath her vibrate as the vehicle moved forward. She struggled, arching her back; her head was held against the torso of one of her attackers, his hand tight over her mouth. His arm was wrapped about her body, his fingers sinking into the bare flesh of her arm. Glancing up, she saw he was looking to one side, to the front of the van where a fifth man was at the wheel. April could not tell where they were going, only able to see the street lights passing above. Panicked, she looked forward, to see a grinning, gap-toothed boy of about her own age looming over her, his hands about her calves, holding her down. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her body.
April’s eyes widened in horror at what he was obviously contemplating, and she let out a muffled but truly terrified scream. She threw her head from side to side, consumed by mortal terror, only to see Amy held similarly to her right.
If anything, Amy was suffering rougher treatment. She, too, was held on her back, but one lad had his hand clamped tightly over her nose and mouth, while his other bent her right arm up her back. Her other hand was free only to claw at his fingers; he would allow her to loosen them enough to breathe through her nose, but closed his grip again the moment she let go. This meant Amy had no chance of defending herself from the lad – the youngest of the group, looking to be no more than fourteen – who was kneeling across her legs, his hands rudely caressing her thighs. April could see the muscles in Amy’s legs flex and tense under his molestations. Her skirt had ridden up above her hips. April could see she was crying, and felt frightened tears welling up in her own eyes.
The boy holding her legs grinned at her distress. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, leaning menacingly close. “Like it hard, do you, white bitch? Like a slab of dark meat in you? I’m going to give it to you harder and deeper than you’ve ever had it in your life.” He smacked his lips in a perversion of a kiss, sliding his hands up April’s bare legs. She squealed hysterically in protest as she felt him squeeze, just above her knees.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he laughed. “If you didn’t want me feeling you up, you shouldn’t have put the goods on display. I’m just getting a sample of what’s on offer, that’s all.” April heard his friend laugh at this, and cursed herself for not wearing trousers. Why hadn’t she dressed more modestly? Why did she have to draw such attention to her charms?
“Bloody hold on back there!” yelled the driver, in an aggrieved tone. “You’d better not start without me!”
“Alright, alright,” one of the youths grumbled. The one leaning over April scowled. “Soon, bitch,” he said. “You’re gonna get raped real soon.”
They drove for almost an hour, the girls held tight and helpless all the time, trembling and weeping as they were taken to their rape, always conscious of their abductors’ intrusive hands on their bodies. But finally, the van came to a halt. The engine cut out, leaving only a silence that seemed unearthly after so long.
It was then that April and Amy’s nightmare really began.
*
“Alright,” said the driver, “there’s no one around.” He turned and clambered into the back of the van. The others relaxed, and Amy and April felt their grip on them slacken a little. “Scream all you like,” one of them said, “there’s no one to hear you.”
Amy decided to put this to the test. “Help!” she screamed, “Help us! We’ve been kidnapped! Help!” April felt as though she should scream too, but she seemed frozen by fear, her vocal chords no longer under her control.
One of the youths slapped Amy hard across the face, sending the girl’s head fling to one side. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said. “We didn’t bring you out here to listen to your shit!” With a choking cry, she fell silent.
Now, the youths closed in on their prey. The lad who had mauled April on the journey loomed over her, taking her top and working it up, over her breasts, baring them to his view. April whimpered, “No,” as the rolled up top passed over her face; she felt her hair being pulled as the two boys forced it up her arms, then dropped it to the floor beside them. The youth put his hands on April’s breasts, fondling them roughly, rolling the girl’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Stop it!” she wailed, plaintively. “Sssh,” he remonstrated. “Don’t piss me off, or you’ll get a beating.”
April pulled frantically at her captors’ hands, but they were much stronger than she, and they held her down easily. Eagerly, the youth pulled her skirt and panties down, leaving the sixth former stripped before him. He hauled his baggy jeans open, his erect prick protruding, to April’s horror.
“No!” the girl wept. “Please don’t! I’m a virgin!”
“Not for long!” the boy laughed.
April stared at his cock in a dreadful fascination; she could hardly believe that this revolting thing was about to be forced inside her reluctant body! She clenched her slim legs together, protectively, terribly conscious of her nudity and helplessness, how her pubic bush, like all the private areas of her virginal body, was on view to them.
“Spread your legs,” he said. April shook her head, her eyes wide.
The youth reached into his back pocket and took something out. It gleamed in the light, and April recognised it as a knife. He held the blade down to her intimacies. “Spread,” he growled, “or I start shaving.”
Miserable, but terrified at the sensation of cold steel against her loins, April opened her legs for her rapist. She had no doubt that he meant his threat, that he would use the knife on her. He grinned, and there were whoops of triumph from his mates at her submission to the inevitable.
The youth was about to fall on April, but paused. He put the knife down, and took out his mobile, opening it to turn on the camera. “Smile, baby,” he grinned, and took a photo of April, nude and pinned down, spread-eagled for him.
“Nice!” commended one of the others. Inspired, the boys were pulling out phones as the youth lay down on April. He turned her head to face him and pressed his mouth to hers as she squirmed beneath him. She wriggled desperately as she felt his erect cock press into her upper thigh, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She tried to twist her head away, disgusted by the alcohol on his breath, but he followed her movements, his mouth exploring her face. Her hips were flinching back as she struggled to delay the moment of penetration. He thrust to her, but she slipped away from him.
Annoyed by her resistance, the young rapist lifted himself slightly and slipped one hand below him, between April’s legs. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, making the girl cry out in alarm. She had only ever explored down there gently, tentatively: now, his cruel fingers probed her ruthlessly, his two fingers delving roughly into her vagina.
He spread her sex lips and positioned himself to enter her. “Please, don’t,” April begged softly. “Please, please, don’t.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She looked pleadingly into his eyes, seeking any sign of compassion or mercy. He only grinned evilly, then forced his way inside her.
April winced as she felt him push into her. He settled, and pressed up against her hymen, that last frail defence of her body. Then with one brutal thrust, he tore through it, and was deep inside her.
April’s face was twisted in pain; he kissed her sweet, contorted lips, tasting the salt of her tears. She turned her head to the side; she could see Amy in similar straights, stripped and pinned down, while one of the gang kissed, licked and suckled on her breasts. He was between her splayed legs, Amy’s knees raised. As April watched through her tears, she saw him lift himself up to rape her friend.
“Look at me,” the young man on top of her snarled. He took her chin and forced her head round to look at him, his face inches from hers as he pounded her body, thrusting in and out of her sore, ravaged pussy. His hands were tight on her. He banged against her, again and again, bruising her hips. Then she felt him swell even more inside her, and knew instinctively what was about to happen.
He gasped and moaned as he spent his seed inside her, flooding her, filling her to the womb. April closed her eyes in misery, but opened them again; through her tears she saw the boy with his head arched back, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth hanging open in his ecstasy. He sagged forward, lying on top of her.
The lad holding her arms slapped him on the shoulder. “Dude, move over,” he said. “Someone else’s turn.”
“Hold on,” the rapist gasped, as he got to his knees. He wrapped his arms about April’s thighs and lifted them, raising her hips from the ground. “Let’s give my boys a chance to do their thing,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna give you a baby, bitch!” April moaned as he shook her, and she heard the click of a camera again. Couldn’t they just rape her and be done with it?, she thought wildly. Did they have to subject her to this extra humiliation?
There was blood between April’s legs, from her torn hymen. It mixed with the sex juices of their bodies, a last trickle of cum running through it. The boy rubbed some of it off onto his fingers and smeared it about April’s lips, thrusting them into her mouth, making her taste her own virgin blood. She lay back, weeping. The boys released her, but she didn’t even try to get up; all the fight was gone from her. She lay, spread out, naked, as the boys grinned down at her. “That is one fucked bitch,” said one, approvingly.
*
April and Amy lay side by side. They weren’t looking at each other. April was on her back, rubbing her thighs together slowly in a bid to ease the soreness. Amy was on her side, hugging herself, her legs drawn up almost to a foetal position.
The five youths were moving about their captives. The two who had already raped the girls were grinning and swaggering about. The driver, the eldest of the gang, was showing the photos he had taken of the girls’ abuse. The others were eagerly jostling for their turn.
“Was yours a virgin?” asked the boy who had taken April of his friend.
“Nah,” grinned Amy’s rapist, “she’s spread her legs plenty of times, I reckon.” Amy curled up harder at this, pressing her hands over her ears.
“I’m gonna fuck her now,” announced the youngest boy, a lad barely more than thirteen, reaching for Amy. The driver thrust him out of the way. “Wait your turn, sonny,” he snarled. The kid looked mutinous, but deferred.
The driver crouched down by Amy and took her roughly by the ankles. He turned the girl to her back and hauled her to him, her knees on either side of his legs. “Let’s see if she’s a virgin the other way,” he muttered, as Amy stared up at him through eyes glazed with tears. He reached into a bag and drew out a bottle of vegetable oil. One handed, he splashed a generous helping onto his fingers, still holding Amy’s left ankle. Then he reached between the teenager’s splayed thighs and rubbed it about her anus.
“No!” Amy shrieked, belatedly realising what he had planned for her. She reared up, striking at him, kicking as he seized her legs. “Hold her down!” the driver snarled at the youngest boy. The lad grabbed Amy’s wrists, a little clumsily, and pulled her down again to her back. She continued to resist, writhing and wriggling, unaware that her futile efforts were only exciting her abusers further.
The driver shifted forward, so that Amy’s plump arse nestled in his lap. He wrapped one arm about the girl’s thighs and used his free hand to position her feet over his shoulders. He looked down at the girl from between her knees, grinning at her tears. “You’d better not fight too much, or this will hurt more,” he warned her. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Let me go!” she whimpered, her defiance temporarily draining away before his arrogance. “Please, just let us both go. We won’t tell anyone.”
“Like hell,” he laughed. Gripping her thighs all the more tightly, he adjusted his stiffening cock to her tight rear entrance. He leaned forward, forcing the tight bud to open a little. Amy closed her eyes and bit her lip to stifle her cries, not daring to move.
The man adjusted his grip so that he held one of Amy’s shapely legs in each hand, his strong fingers sinking deeply, cruelly into the girl’s flesh. His hips drove forward, the bone hard weapon sinking deeper into Amy’s body. The girl felt the walls of her back passage being stretched painfully apart by the rude invader. She struggled to fight back against the rising tide of panic, knowing she was wholly unable to escape. Glancing to one side, she saw April on her back, being raped for a second time, and sobbed at what was being done to them both.
The driver forced his way another half inch into the teenager’s backside, making her shriek in pain. He laughed. “Oh yeah, baby,” he roared. “This is how you like it, isn’t it?”
“No! No!” the girl sobbed. But he only began to move inside her, withdrawing a little only to drive further inside her, in and out, repeatedly.
He leaned forward, pressing Amy’s legs closer to her body. He put his big, rough hands on the girl’s firm, hot breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing them hard. Amy closed her eyes and clenched her lips tight shut, turning her head away so that she would not have to look at the man who was forcing himself on her in the most humiliating and painful way.
She heard April gasp as a second youth came inside her, and was replaced by a third. This boy rolled the slim lass onto her belly, shoving apart her legs, and – as he held her in place by the hair – entered her already much-abused love sheaf.
The man sodomising Amy redoubled his in-and-out movements within her agonisingly stretched rectum as he approached his triumphant climax. She felt his grip on her tighten even more, his pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks, his balls slapping against her. Then as she screamed in despair, he flooded her back passage with a torrent of his sperm.
Amy sobbed involuntarily, weeping freely now, no longer concerned about putting on a show of defiance. She was too scared now, and ashamed of the way her body had been misused. As he slowly withdrew, she heard a ghastly sucking sound as air rushed back into her freshly-stretched rear; instinctively, she clenched her buttocks together, afraid of embarrassing herself before them.
Dimly, she heard the click of a phone’s camera, and felt a fresh surge of misery at the idea that her rape would be used as masturbatory material for these bastards and their friends. Then she felt small hands slapping at her, and opened her eyes to see the youngest boy positioning himself over her. Miserably, all resistance driven from her, Amy opened her legs for him. At least, she thought wretchedly, he probably wouldn’t take too long…
*
There was more abuse to come for April and Amy, more humiliation. The gang rape continued as the eager youths took turns with them. April was too traumatised at the violent loss of her virginity to put up any kind of resistance, and Amy was all too aware that it was futile. They were placed in various positions – Amy found herself on all fours while boy’s stiffness shafted her between the legs from behind; April was turned on her stomach, a boy on top of her, his hands tight on her breasts – used like bitches, while the others watched and laughed at their tears.
There were more photos taken, the girls forced to pose. The teens were knelt, up on their knees, their thighs apart, hands clasped behind their necks, raising their breasts while mobile cameras clicked. Amy was made to kneel with her head to the ground, reaching behind her to pull her arse cheeks apart, while the young man who had buggered her took close ups of her backside, to record his conquest.
Then, the boys having recovered their energies somewhat, and still lusty for their young captives, they unzipped their trousers and presented their cocks for the girls to suck. Listless, defeated, Amy offered no protest – she had sucked her boyfriend off in the past and knew how to make a man happy. April had never had a penis between her lips and was revolted by the idea; but though she tried to turn her head away, two of the boys held her head and forced her jaw open for the driver to push his way into her warm, moist mouth.
April spluttered as her mouth was filled with his sword, feeling it push her cheek outward. “Watch the teeth, bitch,” he snapped, taking her head firmly in his hands, moving it up and down the shaft. To her right, Amy was sucking one of the youngest boys; he was grinning in delight at the sight of a girl several years his senior obediently wrapping her lips and tongue about him, totally under his control.
He was the first to come, unleashing a salvo of sperm into Amy’s mouth. She pulled away, preparing to spit, but one of the others clamped his hand over her mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered in a low, threatening voice. Amy struggled briefly in his grip, repulsed at the thought of the thick, slimy substance sliding down her throat; but there was no avoiding it. When the boy she had just pleasured pinched her nostrils shut, Amy was left with no option but to swallow it down.
April was held in place, one arm twisted up her back, her head held firmly as her mouth was raped. One boy was adding to her discomfort by fiddling with her bottom, pressing his fingers into her crack. As the driver approached his climax, grunting and sweaty, he rammed his loins harder into the youngster’s face, the head of his manhood reaching the back of her throat, making April gag and retch. Then he came, flooding her mouth and firing straight down her throat. April swallowed reflexively, her pretty face twisting in revulsion at the sensation. Then he slipped from her mouth, allowing another to take his place.
All the boys had one or another of the girls suck them. Again and again, the friends were forced to swallow the evidence of the passion their lovely bodies had aroused. And then, finally, their long ordeal came to a close.
“We’ll ditch them where we picked them up,” the driver said, as he returned to the front seat. “That way they won’t know where they’ve been. Tell them what will happen if they talk.”
As they drove, the boys knelt April and Amy down and surrounding the closely. The girls were still nude, their faces red and puffy from crying. Silent tears were still trickling down April’s cheeks, and her inner thighs were stained with dried blood.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” one of the older boys told them. “We’re going to put these pictures of you up on the net, and share them round. You can’t stop that. But what we might not do is put your names and addresses on those photos. And in return, you’ll keep quiet about this, at least until you’ve had a long, hot shower to wash away all that DNA evidence. And if you’re shown any pictures, or asked to look at a line up, you’ll forget what we look like. Because if any one of us is arrested, everyone is going to know where you can be found, and how hard you’ve been fucked. And what you’ve had tonight will seem like nothing compared to what you’ll get then. Understand?”
Miserably, the girls nodded. They understood, only too well.
Amy and April were thrown out of the van at almost the exact point where they had been snatched from the street. They had been allowed to put their skirts and tops on, but the rape gang had kept their underwear as a souvenir. Wretchedly, barely able to stand on their trembling legs, the girls stumbled away from the van, not looking back. Sore, bruised, not speaking to each other – for what was there to say? – they made their way toward home.
But before they got there, they saw some familiar faces – a group of the friends they had been due to meet. “April! Amy!” they cried. “Where have you been? You missed a great party – you’d never forget it!”
Amy and April looked at each other, seeing the despair in each other’s eyes. It had, indeed, been a party they would never forget!

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Debbie Gets Pumped (Part I)

It was 9:25pm and Jim’s wife Debbie seemed to be totally unconscious 20 minutes after taking the drug in her herb tea. Jim had drugged her because they hadn‘t had sex in over a year and he couldn’t take it any more. Debbie was 45, and ever since their last child had been born 24 years ago she had been slowly losing her sex drive. She said that it was just so sticky and messy. She also worked in a bank and she claimed she was under a lot of stress lately and just didn’t feel like letting him do it, but he had to have it one way or another.
Jim, and an acquaintance, John, were having a drink at a local bar John had told him that he could get some pills for $50 that could solve the problem for him. Jim had agreed to meet him the next day to get the pills. But the next day when Jim had handed him the money, John said, with a smirk, “No, I don’t want the money, I think that I’d like to come have a look at her myself. So, no charge.” Jim thought for a minute and then agreed, “But just a look,” Jim said, “Because I can’t take the risk that she might get pregnant”. “She’s not on the pill? “ John asked. “No” Jim said “I had a vasectomy a quite a few years ago.” John’s voice changed to a low quiet pitch as he spoke, “So she’s completely unprotected then? How about her time of the month… err… I mean… is it close?” he asked with kind of a nervous stutter. “Well, yeah it starts next Monday, Why?” Jim asked. “Oh… Just curious that’s all. How does Friday night at about say… 9:30 sound?” John said, in excited nervous tone. Jim finally agreed and that Friday night he did it, at 8:30 Jim crushed the pill into Debbie’s nightly glass of herb tea, and about 10 minutes after drinking it, in a slurred voice she said that she couldn’t hold her eye’s open any longer and she was going to bed.
Jim sat in the living room dreaming about how good it would feel to quietly take her again after so long, as soon ass John got his look and left. He watched the clock, 20 minutes went by and he finally ventured into the bedroom. He walked to Debbie’s side of the bed and stood watching her quietly sleeping. He reached up and pulled the covers slowly down, still thinking she might wake up. It was the middle of summer, so she was sleeping in a short light cotton nightgown. He reached down with both hands and raised it up until it was above her beautiful breasts, then his attention went to the mound just bellow her belly, he pulled her panties slowly down and removed them. His heart felt as if it was beating in his throat, and his dick began to swell in my pants. Debbie looked so good, her tits were just right, she was a 38, double D, big enough so that lying there on her back they hung slightly to sides but still with nice large brown areolas with huge pink nipples, even through she had nursed three children. He touched her pussy mound, and traced his finger down along here slit and let it slip in slightly; it was closed tight. Just then there was a knock at the door; he pulled the covers back up and went to answer it.
It was John right on time. He peered into the house sheepishly and asked if everything was all right? When Jim answered “Yes” John quickly made a motion at the darkness outside and with what seemed like a blur, there were five strange men standing in his living room. All but one looked as if they hadn’t taken a bath in years, with unshaven faces and two had noticeable teeth missing. Someone asked where is she? Without thinking Jim pointed to the open door that led to the bedroom. There was a mad scramble for the door, and with Jim trailing them they were suddenly standing by the bed.
“This is the Debbie fan club,” John said, with a dirty smile,” They really wanted to see your wife when she wasn’t on duty at the bank. When I told them that I could make that happen, and when I told them about unfortunate little predicament, no protection and her period starting in a couple of days; they jumped at the chance of a lifetime. They all have little bones to pick with her, and Doc here is a gynecologist;“ he pointed to a man with glasses ”he supplied the medication for Debbie’s little adventure tonight, and comes along for some enjoyment that he usually can’t get in the office.”
One of the men said, “Let’s have a look at her.” And the covers were lifted up from the bottom of the bed revealing Debbie’s nude crotch. There was a flash of light and Jim saw that one of them had a camera. “Wow!” the man holding the covers up said, “I never thought this would ever happen. Just look at her unprotected pussy, wouldga’, Wow! Fuckin’ a baby up the bank bitch’s pussy, I don’t think it could get any better than this” and he tossed the covers all the way off.
They started quickly taking their clothes off. “Wait” Jim said franticly, but one of the men pulled out a large hunting knife, pushed Jim down into a chair and told to shut up and keep out of the way.
There were now five naked men standing around the bed staring like a pack of hungry dogs down at his helpless wife. With their cocks stiff and curling up towards their bellies, they all started stroking them. The smell of all the unwashed penises started to fill the room as they stroked faster.
John said. “Ok Doc, she’s all yours” and the man with glasses opened a black bag and set it on the bed next to Debbie, then took out a hypo with a 6“ long needle. He then got between her legs and started working on her, and at first Jim couldn’t see what he was doing, so he moved to the top of the bed where he could have better view, and watched as Doc already had a gynecologist’s speculum inserted in her pussy, and the needle was disappearing up into her. Suddenly Debbie’s eye’s and mouth opened wide, and for a moment no sound came out, then she started a long low pitched scream which grew as he very slowly pushed the needle deeper and deeper. He motioned to one of the other men who quickly put his hand over Debbie’s mouth. Then the syringe was depressed, her body stiffened, and Debbie’s crotch began to rise off the bed, in what appeared to be shear pain. “She’s awake” Jim said, but John told him to relax, that the drug allowed her to feel and react to everything, but not to remember any of it, “Doc knows what he’s doin’ “he said. Doc quickly grabbed her pussy mound, pushed down on it hard and yelled, “hold her down, don’t let the bitch move.” There was a mad rush and suddenly there were hands all over her grabbing and pushing the helpless woman down as she tried to buck and scream. He pulled the needle back moved it a little as he looked up her vagina with a small penlight and then pushed it back in very slowly as he depressed the syringe again finally emptying it, all the while smiling as if he enjoyed causing the helpless woman so much pain. Removing the speculum and patting her on the pussy mound, he said in a sinister voice, “There, there now Debbie, that wasn’t too bad, was it.” The men slowly and almost reluctantly released their holds on the tender parts of her body that they had been squeezing so tightly, and she whimpered for a few moments, then laid there rolling her head slowly back and forth, her mouth slightly open, moaning.
“What the fuck didga’ do to her Doc?” one of the men asked. “Oh, you’ll see, you’ll see” Doc said with an evil grin.
The man that had pulled the covers off her suddenly got on the bed and moved between Debbie’s legs spreading them wide. Two of his friends, one on either side grabbed her ankles and spread them even wider, bending her knees and pushing them up to her sides almost touching the mattress. He said, while looking up at the semi-conscious woman’s face, “Yeah, that’s it. Get those things out of our way, so me and Debbie can FUCK!” As he spit on his swollen cock and guided it to the entrance of the helpless woman’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down here slit a few times saying “Where the fuck are you hiding it Debbie, I know I saw it here a minute ago.” Then with a groan he pushed forward. “Ohhh FUCK she’s tight,” he said as he laid down on her and began to fuck it slowly in, groaning with each thrust. Jim watched helplessly as his wife was fucked by another mans cock for the first time in over 25 years. After a several pushes the man raping her rammed forward with all his strength. Debbie’s eyes opened wide and she let out a loud deep groan as his cock head hit her cervix and continued even deeper, stretching her vagina to its ultimate limits for the first time in over a year.
He started to slowly fuck her, whispering in her ear, “Ohh Debbie, ohh Debbie, fuck you Debbie, fuck you. Repossessing my truck is going to cost you, remember when I came into your office and said, “Fuck You Bitch!” Bet you never thought it would really happen, did you, you fucking bitch. Ohh fuck it feels so good to make you take it up your baby hole. I haven’t had a woman or touched myself for almost a week. It’s all yours bitch.” He very slowly pumped all the way in and out of her unprotected, defenseless pussy. Almost immediately, sticky, wet, sucking sounds started coming from her cunt as the pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock lubricating her vagina. From where Jim was now standing, near the foot of the bed he could see the man’s huge cock sliding in and out of his wife’s tight pussy, then after a couple of minutes her rapists balls tensed and tightened. Then he groaned and said, “Ohhh fuck YES! Here comes our baby Debbie.” and with all his strength shoved his cock deep into her belly, and held it there, stretching her cervix so tightly that it forced the tip of his cock through. Debbie’s eye’s bulged and she cried out, “Aaaahhhhhh.” The room became dead quiet for a moment, accept for the sound of Debbie’s long deep exhale, then he let out a deep grunt and Debbie groaned as the first huge squirt of sperm gushed through her cervix directly into her womb. His balls jerked and he let out a grunt with every huge surge of seamen. Debbie’s mouth was now open and immediately after each of his grunts she would let out a small breath with a female, “Ohhhhhhhhh”, as she felt each huge warm surge of thick liquid jetting through her cervix and filling her uterus. He pumped for what seemed like for ever, then he sat back with his cock still buried deep inside of her and said, “Fuck, I’ve never had a cum like that before. What a fucking cunt this bitch has!” He pulled his cock back until it was almost out, and another picture was snapped as his sperm oozed out around it. Pulling out with a loud sucking sound he placed his glistening wet cock on top of her pussy slit like a trophy, as more pictures were taken, a large stream of thick white cum ran from the helpless women’s cunt down a crossed her ass, forming a large pool on the bed under her.
Debbie moaned and tried to move, and her hands went towards her belly, but the men grabbed her arms and held her tightly in place as her eyes opened and rolled back in her sockets until all you could see were the whites. Her eye lids began to flutter wildly, her body tensed and suddenly a strange sound came from her crotch, and a long deep forced grunt echoed from her wide open mouth, as what sounded like a long wet fart that just seemed to keep going came from deep within her belly. As Jim looked over the shoulders of the man holding her ankle he could see globs of thick white seamen squirting from Debbie’s now open pussy.
“Fuck, I thought that she was already blowin’ out a baby for a minute, but it looks like you just pumped her too full of jizz, Jake.” One of the men said with a laugh. “I could feel something weird around the end of my dick” said Jake, “and it felt real good, especially when I was squirtin’. Kind of like her pussy was sucking the tip of my cock.”
“The sound was caused by her uterus contracting to get rid of the pressure built up by the sperm during the ejaculation, and forcing it out through her cervix.” Doc said, “As for the funny feeling on the head of you penis… well, that too was because of the shot that I administered directly into her cervix before the fucking started. It should get much, much more pleasurable for all of us as it continues to dilate her cervix. ” Debbie on the other hand will be experiencing a great deal of … should I say discomfort. As our penises invade and probe the deepest, innermost folds of her womanhood” Doc said, with a smile. “Not many men have enjoyed the beautiful sensation of having a woman’s cervix wrap around their cocks during sex. Normally it would be much too painful and dangerous for our wives or anyone that has any input about it, but Debbie here is a freebee, she’s not going to remember how see got pregnant, but for the next few day’s she will have a little trouble walking. A colleague and I learned the technique a few year ago; we called it cervix sex, and we tried it out on several… we’ll call them… low-income patients. They all got pregnant and one of the women developed an extremely violent infection; the pain and discomfort of the infection that followed was fantastic to observe. It went on for months before we finally put the bitch out of her misery. Since you boys seem to want Debbie to suffer, then I’m giving you the ultimate rape. With Debbie’s humiliation, indescribable pain during the sex, a terrible deep infection that might follow and we don’t want to forget the best part, she’s most likely already pregnant. Ok, who’s next; her cervix should be getting almost fully dilated soon.”
Another wild-eyed man jumped on the bed, eager to take his turn. Doc said, “Wait a minute” and getting on the bed, grabbed Debbie’s right leg, bending it up and against her chest. The man holding her other leg did the same. “Ok, NOW!” Doc said. Her rapist took his cock in his hand, pointing at Debbie’s open pussy, he rammed forward, hard. Again Debbie’s eyes sprang open and she let out a deep grunt as his cock slid in easily and hit her cervix. “Ohhh, FUCK, I CAN FEEL IT,” he said, as he pushed with all his strength. “Ohhh… FUCK… FUCK YES, IT’S GOING IN… IT’S GOING IN… ahhhhhhh FUCK YES,” he groaned.
Doc looked up at Debbie’s face, and could see her expression changing as her cervix was being slowly stretched for the first time completely over the man’s swollen cock. Her mouth had formed a large circle and her eyes bulged out more with each centimeter her cervix was forced open. Little female grunts came from deep in her throat as the man buried in her pushed with every muscle in his body. Finally he let out a loud long, deep grunt; Debbie’s eye’s looked as if they would pop out of her head at any second, tears ran down her cheeks and her little grunts stopped; her mouth wide open in an expression of unbelievable pain, as the ring of her cervix snapped over the head of his cock. Her mouth and eye’s still open wide in a look of painful disbelief, she finally started exhaling and moaning in a long high-pitched whimper.
Then Doc said, with his evil smile and still looking into Debbie’s eyes, “I never get tired of seeing this look. The moment a helpless woman is completely invaded.” “Take the bitch hard. She deserves it.” He said to the man that was inside her. The man started fucking and grunting in ultimate pleasure, her cervix was unbelievably tight, pulling on his cock head every time he pulled back. After only about six pulls and pushes he groaned, “OH FUCK… NOT YET!… OH FUCK NO… OH FUCK… UHHHHhhhh” as he started pumping his cum into her. Her expression changed again as Doc carefully watched. The mans grunts were loud and long as he pumped; Debbie, again let out her little female grunts after each of his. His grunts started to get quitter and further between while Debbie’s grew louder with each pump. Until he finally stopped, but her little grunts became one long groan. Doc looked deeply into her eye’s saying, “Belly feel a little full, Debbie?” as he pressed down on her tummy. She immediately groaned and let out a squeal.
The man inside her now sitting back on his knees said, “You FUCKING BITCH! I wasn’t ready yet. You bitch, I wanted more of you” and tried to pull out, but her cervix was wrapped tightly around his cock head, as he pulled, Debbie’s body tensed, she through her head back on the pillow, arching her back, raising her body off the bed and groaned. Doc said to the man holding her other leg, “Hold the bitch tight” then looking at the man raping her said, “pull hard” He pulled back with his muscles straining, and his cock slowly emerged from her cunt. Debbie’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, her back arched until it looked as if it would break, and her mouth opened wide, but with no sound was coming out. As his cock head slowly came into view, the pink ring of her cervix was still holding on tight.
“That’s interesting,” Doc said. He reached into his bag and came out with a pliers-like device with a slightly rounded head. He told her rapist to pull harder. The man reached down and put both hands around his cock and pulled back until her cervix was stretched out of her body. Doc put the pliers around her stretched cervix near the entrance of her pussy and squeezed. Debbie found her voice once again and a sound came from the depths of her throat that made everyone, accept Doc, feel her pain. A deep “YAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa” came from her as her body bent and distorted even more, but the men held here tightly in place. The device around her cervix squeaked as it clamped down, and with a wet snap, her cervix released his cock head.
Doc squeezed the device until it locked down on Debbie’s cervix, holding it in place just outside her pussy. “Looks like Debbie’s going to give us more of a show than I thought tonight.” Doc said, with an evil laugh. He looked over at her husband Jim and said, “Come over here; you probably won’t ever get another chance to see it like this.” Jim walked over to the bed and looked down at his helpless wife’s cervix, as the device held it outside her body, looking like the tight end of a balloon. A trickle of blood dripped from it’s opening onto the bed, and then his eye’s went up her body to where the four wild eyed men with devilish smiles, were holding her down tightly, her back was still arched, her head twisted back, buried into her pillow, and there was a continuous deep gurgling sound coming from her wide open mouth. His wife was not just being raped, that would be bad enough, but the innermost parts of her womanhood were being forcibly pulled from her body for all to see. One by one each man touched the tender ring of her clamped cervix, while the gurgling sound coming from her got even deeper.
“Touch it.” Doc said, looking at Jim. Jim reached down and with his index finger gently touched Debbie’s cervix around the exposed pink ring. “Don’t be a pussy” Doc said, “Get your finger in there and really give it a good feel… like this.” And Doc took his own finger and shoved it roughly into the slightly open cervix ring. The deep gurgling sound coming from Debbie’s throat got louder and turned into a cross between a gurgle and a weak scream, which became louder as Doc inserted his finger deeper into her cervix until it pushed against the clamp. “Come on, you do it to her like that” Doc said to Jim. Jim took his index finger and placed it at the entrance, and with a jerk, quickly pushed it in. Debbie’s reaction to his invasion was the same as with Doc. Jim held his finger against the clamp and could feel Debbie’s hearting beat in her cervix, which was tightly wrapped around his finger. “Ok, that’s enough armature fingering for today. Let me in there.” Doc said; He grabbed Debbie’s cervix ring with his fingers and pulled it open hard. “Lets get the bitches ring stretched out like it should be.”
Debbie’s body began to shake as if she were having a seizure; her back was already arched and her head was bent back so far that her face was almost upside down. Then her body slumped back onto the bed as she passed out from the pain. “Damn” Doc said in a angry voice, “ I wanted the bitch suffer more before she went back under. I had a few more little tricks to show her.” Dock released the clamp and Debbie’s stretched cervix slowly disappeared back into the depths of her pussy.
The next man got on the bed and placed his swollen cock in the open entrance of her cunt, he then placed his hands on her hips. Lunging forward with all his strength he buried his cock all the way in through her stretched cervix and ramming it into the back of the uterus. Debbie’s belly bounced violently and a visible mound could be seen where his curled up cock head was pressing up, as an almost disappointing grunt came from her. Her voice was just about gone from all the screaming, so all that she could was make an “UUHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” sound trailing off to nothing. He began to fuck her with a jerky rhythm that made her belly bounce even more. He closed his eyes and fucked for only about 2 minutes, then suddenly groaned and slowed his rhythm, grunting with every push, as he emptied his balls into her uterus filling it again. With every pump and surge of his sperm, the small bulge in her belly got a little bigger. He pulled out quickly and Debbie’s cunt made wet farting sounds again as the cum gushed from her overfilled womanhood.
End Part #1
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