Recommended that you start with the previous chapters. Everything is just fantasies, not based on real events. If you can't stomach themes of violence, coercion and abuse, please do not read this story.
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Katie woke up with a tremendous headache, head body feeling tired and heavy, her mental state foggy. She was in her bedroom, window blinds closed and not sure how she got there or what day it was. It was on Sunday that Paul drove her to his mate's house but she couldn't tell how long ago that was. Reaching for her phone required a lot more effort than it should. Her joints felt achy, as if she had done a triathlon the day before.
Squinting at the bright screen, she learned that it was Monday afternoon. What happened in the last 24 hours? Why did everything hurt? Closing her phone, her gaze fell on her wrist, circled with rope marks. What the hell, she wondered. The same marks repeated on the other wrist. This was wrong. Getting up, she got out of the beach dress she wore (why was she in that thing, anyway?), turned on the light in her room then stood in front of her full length mirror.
The sight shocked, appalled and terrified her. She gagged and gasped for air at the sight of her body, marked with purple red stripes, bite marks and welts. They ran from her chest to her thighs and they burned when touched, at least the ones she dared to touch. Her back wasn't in a better condition, with stripes criss crossing from knees to shoulder blades. The thick buttocks looked like someone tried their best to ruin them, with barely any of her pale skin left untouched.
She found herself on her knees, fighting to breathe, as she wept and fought to keep herself together.
"No... no... no..."
Broken memories started to surface. Paul's friend, Jay, assaulted her while Paul laughed. Drinks, a lot of drinks. Another man. Wait, more men? The sun burning, bodys closing in, pleasure, voices, pain, heat. God, they fucked her, didn't they? Was she raped? What are these marks?
The image of a room came up, men laughing, screaming. No, she was the one screaming. Pain everywhere, losing her legs and cumming hard. An orgasm and agony mixed and indistinguishable from each other. Someone entered her, ignoring her screams to stop. Did he even hear her, or was she screaming for something else?
The pain irradiated from inside her, not just her skin and joints, but from her core, down to her vagina. She felt uncomfortable when Paul fucked her in the past, but this was different, as if someone twisted a brick inside her. There must have been bruises and lacerations, how the hell did that happen?
The rest of the day passed with Katie trying to put together fragmented memories. She was sure that multiple men had their way with her. Her body was abused in ways she never experienced before, the evidence strewn across her body. She didn't dare let any of her housemates witness this, so the couple of times she ventured out of her room Katie wore long sleeve clothes.
Another piece of the puzzle was a deposit in her bank account. A notification popped, informing her that a considerable sum was now in her account, enough to cover her rent for a few months. It came from the account her boss used for paying her pub salary. Paul had bribed her in the past, following the times she gave in to him as well as the times he simply had her without her consent. So far, he'd use a combination of blackmail and financial pressure to coerce her into having sex with him. This sum only confirmed that he wanted her to shut up about Sunday's events, no matter how horrific they might have been.
This wasn't the whole picture though and Katie was well aware of it. There were moments of absolute sexual pleasure, moments that only a vulgar and well endowed man like Paul could ever give her. And she knew it. She never got to report Paul and his mates to the police, or confide to someone. Not only because she'd get exposed and lose her only source of income, but also because part of her enjoyed submitting, revelling in the humiliation and absolute control a filthy man could have on her.
Surely though, this was different, right? Most likely drugged and gangraped, openly abused and tortured, the cops would drag them all to prison. Were they though? What if Paul shared the videos of her begging for him to fuck her with his huge cock? Or when she was on her knees sucking him like an insatiable slut? Or when she let Paul and that sick bastard, Jay, to cuff and fuck her? Who knows what she did last Sunday while drugged? She had a faint memory of either getting herself off, or someone doing for her, moaning in the hands of faceless men. How much of that was now on someone's phone? Were there videos of her torture?
She felt too fragile, stuck in a cycle of self pity, rage, despair and defeatism. On one hand, fuck them, she could report their crimes and drag them to hell with her. On the other hand, maybe she'd have been more careful and not let things slide this low, just deal with it and move on as best as she could.
Her housemates had reached out to her, but Katie couldn't talk to them about this, not yet. She simply excused herself as feeling under the weather and isolated for most of the day. A knock on her door alerted her. Soph let her know she had a late evening visitor. It was her boss, apparently worrying about her. The thought of her abuser close to her again gave Katie an anxiety attack. He had already violated the sanctuary of her own bedroom before. What did he want now?
Paul entered without asking for permission, doing his best impression of being sincerely worried about his employee's well being. It may have fooled her housemates, but not Katie. Their initial defensiveness was dropped, on the face of Paul's acting, though it was hard masking the abusive piece of shit he truly was.
"Katie, would you be ok? We'll be in the lounge if you need anything." Sophie asked.
Though Katie needed help and protection, she was already broken by Paul and was too scared of challenging him directly. She simply responded she'll be OK.
The obese middle aged man closed the door behind him, gently latching the door. His point was made: she was all alone with him now.
"How are you doing luv? I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"You bastard, why are you here?"
Fear and rage rose inside Katie, trying to be tough.
"Well, that is not the right way to greet me, after all I've done for you, yes? I think the monies in your bank account demonstrate how much I care. Me and the boys wanted to thank you for... your company yesterday."
Her jaw almost fell on the floor.
"Company? You and your boys raped me! Look at me, LOOK AT ME!"
"Now now, no need for shouting, Katie, I think you've been unfair."
"You bastards raped me, you ruined me..."
Katie sat on her bed as if broken, choking as tears streamed down her face.
Paul dropped himself next to her, his heavy body causing her to sink towards him.
"Now, you are making me look like the bad guy. You know I got those videos of you begging for my dick, yea? I promised to keep them offline if you behaved. You had your fun, you got your money, no harm done. Why so prissy this time? Are you trying to ruin this for everyone?"
Her attention was brought to Paul's phone, where he loaded a video.
"This video isn't by me. Oi, look here, don't tell me you are not enjoying yourself!"
The video showed Katie on her knees, getting herself off while fucking her pussy with an empty bottle. A man walked up and started face fucking her as she worked herself harder, cumming hard while choking on the man's cock. Katie recognised Jay as the man fucking her. The memory of that was blurry, but the video of her performing like a cheap whore was crystal clear.
Paul brought up another short video, this time with Katie on her knees, spit roasted. The next one was her shaking with a powerful orgasm on Paul's cock while being rammed hard. Two more videos followed. This time, she was bound, fucked from behind while someone forced her to cum while working a bottle in her pussy. The final was another short clip, sandwiched between two men. The fragmented memories were pieced together, understanding the depth of the depravity she endured.
"Listen, you go to the coppers, you might have a slim chance against us. But this is not under my control, at least not if you don't behave. I can vouch for my videos, but who knows what happens with those other ones? Do you think the coppers are going to believe a proven slut? After all those monies you took? What will your family say, when they watch their precious Katie getting gangbanged? What will all those horny twats in your class going to be doing when they find out you are a whore? Maybe they will want a piece of you too, yes?"
Katie let all of them sink in, word by word. What hurt the most was that Paul was right. The system was rigged against already, the videos would shred any hope she'd have of being taken seriously by the police. She wanted to scream and claw his eyes out, fight them all the way to hell. In reality, that stopped being an option long ago.
"Oh come on luv, it's not like you got nothing out of it all!" Paul said. Although he was worried about Katie talking to the cops, he sincerely thought there wasn't much to complain about, as she did get a good shagging at the end of it all.
"I tell you what, you don't have to come to the pub for a couple of weeks, take it easy."
"Wow, so... so generous, aren't you?"
"Just cut the drama, will ya?" Paul exclaimed and pushed himself off the bed.
"Don't think for a moment that I haven't measured you up, you little slut."
He undid his belt and trousers, then got his massive prick out and let it hang, semi hard.
Katie stared at him, the fat bastard feeling her with dread.
"What... what the hell?" she stammered.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't enjoy my cock. I dare you. Look me in the eye and deny you still crave this!"
It was obscene that he did this, after all that happened but not unexpected..
Stroking his cock, he got it hard and upright, slowly getting the helmet to protrude from inside the foreskin, then back again. He masturbated without breaking eye contact. Katie broke first, not daring to utter a word. Her eyes rested on the massive erection, like prey mesmerised by a snake. She felt like a drug addict. Going through hell and still yearning for it deep inside her.
Paul placed his phone on the bedsit table, recording himself standing in front of the girl.
"You don't worry about that. Just give me a bloody answer."
