The following dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
My eyes are closed so I won't have to see the sight in front of me, but I sure feel it. The old man forces my head down his cock over and over. His stiff manhood violates my mouth as he physically moves my head. Over and over I feel his cock slide over my tongue, not to mention smack the back of my mouth at times. And oh, I can taste that violating old cock.
As I blow him, I try not to think how I'm in the doorway of his apartment naked, on display for the world to see with my hands tied behind me. If he was my husband, I could write this off as us being sexy and adventurous, but this is as far away from that as you could get. Not just because he's older than dirt but because I've already been abused, molested and made helpless by strangers.
"That's it, use that mouth and those lips for Da-Da," Grandpa croons as he uses both hands to move my head up and down his hard shaft. The others that stripped and molested me referred to him as Paul, but everyone here calls him Grandpa.
"Christmas come early?" Some male asks as it walks by in the apartment hallway. I hear his heavy footsteps from down the long hallway getting closer with each step. He calmly walks towards me like this, treating this as a perfect normal sight to see.
"It surely did!" Grandpa replies to the man and they both laugh. They laugh evil, knowing laughs while tears fall down my cheeks.
That was the fifth person to walk by. Each one that has walked by acts like what he's doing is normal. Not one of them questioned if I even want to be doing this. They all are complacent with my new-modern rape, treating me as less than human. In fact, one woman told Grandpa he needed to be rougher with me, as she knew I could take it.
Tears fall down my cheeks as this is my fault. I got myself into this, and I don't know how to get out. I came here earlier tonight to try and rid the dark itch inside me from being raped. Where all I wanted was to confront my rapist and let him fuck me one final time. To have an orgasm like he gave me that fateful day he raped me.
But that's not what happened. What happened is I found this apartment complex is Perv's Plaza, where every apartment contains a sex offender. This is where they live as a community, looking out for and helping each other. Where when a victim shows up, someone other then their rapists prepares them, which boils down to being used by the entire community.
I did confront my rapist, but he denied me. Told me to go to some other apartment. Since I had taken an edible, I wasn't thinking correctly and stumbled onto the apartment of two evil women. There I was prepared, served up and violated by the two women.
"Here's your Christmas gift young lady," Grandpa says a few moments later, pushing my face against his stomach. He says this to mock me as under my breath I've repeated the phrase, "This is my Christmas gift," and variations like it. Having an intense orgasm like the day I was raped was supposed to be my Christmas gift. A gift that my husband or kids could give me.
I start to struggle at my face pressing against his old, saggy skin, not because his cock is gagging me or anything, but because I know what's coming. Being made to suck his cock is horrible enough, but I can't take him cumming in my mouth. I thought for sure he would come on my face, or maybe my breasts as he's made all sort of comments about how large they are.
His hands wrap into my hair, pinning me to his stomach. When I try to pull back, my hair gets yanked, painfully keeping me in place against him. Then I feel him cum in my mouth, his old man seed flooding my mouth as he moans loudly. Like a firehose turned on, my mouth feels flooded.
Starting to sob, I am forced to swallow his seed. My sobs are loud and ugly and powered by my own orgasm. Being so disrespected and humiliated like this overpowers my emotions. The feeling of being so helpless and used is too much for me to take so yet another orgasm moves over me. I can't even blame it on the edible I took earlier as this is like my fourth orgasm of the night.
The waves of joy move over me fast and hard. They cause my body to shudder and squirm where I am somehow able to hold in my moans. I'm sure my face turns red and filled with bliss as the sexual pleasure overtakes me. And with my body betraying me, I swallow all of his cum. Every single drop.
After he stops cumming, he holds his cock in my mouth. I know he does this as some sort of control thing, knowing I can't pull back until he wants me to. Where I'm made to taste his cock and cum in my mouth, knowing there's nothing I can do about it.
"Now young lady, you know you deserved that, right?" Grandpa asks, his cock still in my mouth. Only he yanks my hair and angles my head, making me look up at him. He does this, not caring that I'm crying.
"You deserved to be facefucked like a whore, and swallow all of my cum," he continues, as if he is my father teaching me some life lesson. A lesson that involves his dick in my mouth.
"Can...can I be given to
him
, now. Please?" I ask the old man, not wanting to converse with whatever mantra he may have about raping women. Even with his cock in my mouth, I know he understands me.
"Stand up little girl," the older man says, ignoring me. He then pulls on my hair, removing his cock from my mouth, not caring that it hurts me. After he pulls upward where I do manage to stand up with a grunt, wanting to scream at him that I'm not a little girl. I'm in my thirties, damn it.
"You can go ahead and drop the act. We both know you aren't hurt or being tortured," Grandpa states, still in that fatherly/teacher tone. Acting as if he's not keeping me tied up and naked in his hallway. If there is a better example of being violated and tortured, I can't think of it.
"We both know that the real person you are mad with, is yourself," the old man says looking at me as if I'm the degenerate rapist. Hearing this stuns me so much that I find I don't have a ready response.
Right after saying this he moves into his apartment where I think he's going to close the door on me. But instead he goes to a trunk that's against a wall. He opens the old thing, where I expect it to be filled with old people stuff, but it's not. It actually looks empty from where I am.
"Spare me your arm chair old man rants. Don't want to hear it," I tell him, finally able to think of something say, trying to be defiant despite my helpless stance.
The old bastard has to know that despite having my hands tied behind my back, I could still overpower and hurt him. Sure, it may be a fight, but I'm sure I could win. It would just take a few good kicks to put him down. As for everyone else here...that's a different matter.
"You whores are all the same. You come here as if we are some cruel, evil overlord, forcing you to do whatever, mind-controlling you," Grandpa continues, seemingly not hearing me.
He pulls out rope from his trunk. It's a yellowish white rope that looks rather soft. It's not the harsh sort of rope that you are used to seeing but rope that looks soft as if it wouldn't leave marks on skin. This worries me greatly.
"You come here, knowing the truth. It's the truth you learned the day you claimed you were raped," he continues, clearly preparing a speech he's said several times. He even makes the double-quote motion at the word "claimed."
Moving back into his doorway, the old man lifts the end of the rope up. When he does, I see the end of the rope has a metal ring woven in it. He lifts that ring upward, where I see a hook on the top of his door frame. This thick hook is on the outside of his frame, pointing out.
"You all cry and sob, telling anyone that will listen how you were raped. That it was the single most horrible memory of your entire life. That you will never recover. Yet you can't help yourself from coming here. Going back to the one that wronged you, begging them to do it one more time. And you know why?" Grandpa continues, getting more passionate as he speaks.
Now that the rope hangs down from the hook, he turns to look at me, wanting an answer. My attention is on the rope, which looks to be at least ten feet long and made of yarn or something similar.
I try not to show any emotion at the rope as I have no clue what it is for. Knowing this evil bastard, it could be for anything. From tying my tits together to choking me. Or if this guy is senile as I fear he may be, he might be setting up a clothesline.
Grandpa then grabs my shoulders and pulls me towards him. He pulls me so we are nearly face to face, where I pull my face back, fearing he might try to kiss me. But he pulls me forward again, showing he is the one in charge by doing it much harder. He does this till I am in the door frame.
"It's because you know you deserved what happened. What he did to you that day, wasn't some pervert getting his rocks off. It was fate. It was a man teaching you your place. He was giving you a lesson, showing you aren't some precious flower to be treated like a princess, but a stupid ugly whore whose only purpose is to get her cunt fucked," Grandpa explains with a great deal of hate.
Hearing this stuns me for some reason. Sure, the fact I am naked and helpless to this old man has a great deal to do with it, but there's more. It's his eyes. They aren't the tired, senile look that so many older people have. His are full of fire and passion. And more than that, he honestly believes what he is saying, which is oddly powerful.
Upon hearing him say this, I admit that this is a thought I've had myself. Of course I know it's not true. Just wild thoughts caused by out-of-control emotions. But being violating as I have been, you think and feel a lot of crazy things that seem to make sense.
"After you are shown your place, you whores come here, claiming to be victims," Grandpa says, his voice softening. He then turns me around, making me face out into the hallway as I still stand under his door frame.
