This is purely fictitious. It’s going to feature abduction and rape. If either of those are triggering for you, you’ll want to skip this post. Also, this errr…. turned out a lot darker than I thought it was going to be. I don’t really write erotica ever either, so please don’t judge too harshly.
Consciousness. Too warm. Stifling. Eyes blink but see nothing. Thoughts would race, except everything seems to have slowed down. The last thing I remember is something sweet smelling, burning as it was inhaled into lungs, spreading across the tongue like some sort of obscene candy as fabric was held across mouth and nose. Fading away, but there had been people’s hands on me, hadn’t there? It would be so easy to just… float off. Struggling to hold onto coherent thought. It’s hard to breath, the heat is oppressive, and I realize I’m curled up into a ball. Back hurting, I try to uncurl and all I get for my efforts is a sharp hot pain at the wrists and ankles. I fade back out, lulled by the humming purr of a car’s engine and the chemicals still in my system.
Coughing, coming back to myself gasping… cold. Unable to see, mouth gagged, bound to some form of chair. I tense with fear, the only sound I hear is the drip of liquid from what I’m sitting on, onto the floor. The things blindfolding and gagging me, tied so tightly it digs into flesh. A brusque hand at my throat the only warning before a growing expanse of chill air creeps across flesh as clothing is cut away piece by piece. Rigid with terror, a whine of fear becoming an almost inaudible squeak through the gag. ”Don’t move and don’t make a sound. No one is coming to save you” a low voice growls right in my ear, making me jump as frigid metal leaves a sharp kiss on my neck. A trickle of warmth glides its way down chilled skin as the stale tasting gag is removed from my mouth. One instant I’m upright, the next I’m on the floor. Still tied down, the entire right side of my face a growing blossom of pain. Too shocked and horrified to make a sound, other than the involuntary grunt that escaped my lips when my body hit the ground. My ears are ringing from the blow as I hear someone softly say “Stupid cunt…”
I’m untied and picked up with seemingly no effort. They handle me as though I might just be a large bag of laundry, some thing that they don’t care about one iota. An object. I’m dropped roughly onto a hard surface not far below me. Wrists are maneuvered up above my head at the same time as my legs, dangling from the knee down are pressed back against the supports of whatever I’m on. A soft, almost buzzing sound enlightens me as to what they’re using to bind me. Zip ties. I can’t help myself, I try pulling at my restraints. I can hardly move an inch. A flush of humiliation rises on my cheeks at the same time as I blanch with terror as I realize my thighs are spread wide, my most delicate parts available for whatever they want.
Hands press hard at my wrists “We don’t want you hurting yourself, that’s what we are here to do.” One by one each of my limbs has the zip tie clipped off and replaced with a cuff of some sort. I can only shiver in fear as a hand callously clamps down on one of my breasts hard, making me inhale sharply with pain. I feel the edge of a blade at my throat again, teasing the light cut made earlier while a hand putting pressure on my mouth causes me to open it. A thick cock is forcibly shoved in, a voice growling menacingly from above, “Suck it well, or I’ll make you so ugly no one will ever want you”, the blade caressing my cheek simultaneously. Flinching, I lick, suck, and caress the hard length as though my life depends on it with lips and tongue. Swallowing the thick, almost viscous saliva, I struggle to force all of him down. Ignore the tickling, don’t cough, don’t gag. Please, please don’t let him cut my face up.
While focusing all my attention on sucking cock like there’s no tomorrow, my nipples are pinched and twisted viciously by another individual. A brutal thrust buries a cock between my legs with no warning, making me cry out around the one shoved down my throat. Both hard lengths drive in and out savagely, taking their pleasure of me without the slightest care for vulnerable flesh. The man at my head tangles one hand in my hair, the other, still holding the knife teases along my skin leaving cuts here and there as his hand twitches. Tears stream down my cheeks unnoticed, small rivulets of blood trickle feeling hot on my skin. The sensitive flesh on my inner thighs is abused by strong hands as the rod of flesh keeps assailing my insides. Don’t think about what’s happening. Just do what you’re told so they won’t hurt you. Crawl away to some dark corner within, I can’t let them get to me. I lose track of time, of what they’re doing. It becomes a blur of blood, sweat, and fucking.
Gagging, forced to swallow so I don’t choke. An uncaring swat on my mishandled body follows shortly. I thank whatever god is out there, that they’re done. The cuffs at my wrists and ankles are unfastened, I’m picked up and surprisingly gently put down on a couch of some sort. The blindfold is pulled off, an opened bottle of water held to my lips so I can sooth the roughness at the back of my throat. A hand rumples my hair up, a kiss placed on my forehead. I look up blinking at a face I recognize, a deep voice chuckles, saying ”Good girl. I hope you had fun…”
Like this:
One blogger likes this post.
