***Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. It is designated as "brutal" because it IS graphic and violent. Yes, it is disturbing to some, but it is simply a dark fantasy. I've deleted the comments as they were comments about me as opposed to the story itself. If you are disturbed by graphic sexual violence, just pass this one by.***
I am attending a conference just outside of LA. We'd spoken on the phone earlier in the day, and arranged to meet in this elegant bar. My entire body is tingling with anticipation as I sip my wine and look around for you.
Just thinking about being with you tonight has me purring and squirming. My pussy is nice and wet, and throbbing gently. It has been a few weeks since you last used it.
Last time I left LA after having spent three days with you, I was having trouble walking! You fucked your little girl senseless on that trip. Every hole was filled, bruised, spanked, stretched. I swallowed loads of your cum. You used my entire body as your cum receptacle ... and I swear, I was begging you to stop and let me rest. One orgasm blended into the next and into the next. I don't recall stopping long enough to eat a decent meal the entire three days I was here. We existed on water, wine, nibbles of food, but mostly, on each other's flesh. Smiling wickedly at the memories ...
As I daydream, I start to sense a presence behind me. Before I can turn around, I feel the sharp grasp of an arm around my neck. I gasp hard, and the arm pushes stronger against me. My purse falls to the floor, my wine glass shatters against the bar, and I go off balance on the super-high heels I am wearing. The strength of the body holding me is the only thing keeping me from losing my balance completely and ending up on the floor. Another pair of arms picks up my legs and carries me off the floor. A blindfold is hurriedly attached and my wrists are roughly bound behind me. I can't get my arms loose, and I am very frightened. I open my mouth to scream, and a very thick leather (belt?) is shoved inside my mouth. Forcefully I try to spit it out, which results in a hard slap across my face. A low, deep, unfamiliar voice. "Hold still, bitch."
My heart is racing -- fear. Raw fear. My mind is scrambling to figure out just what the hell is happening. I don't recognize the voice or the hands ... nor the scent ... I am straining to break loose from the iron-clad grip on my legs. The fight-or-flight instinct is very much alive and kicking. As I force my legs apart from his arms, I feel the arm around my neck tighten and threaten to cut off my air. "I said, 'Hold still, bitch'. Or, didn't you understand that?"
Slash goes the knife across my chest.
My dress flows freely from my body, as I am now exposed. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize, this is no joke. No play. There are tiny droplets of my blood across my chest from the knife slashing the fabric of my dress. I begin to cry, muffled sounds behind the leather belt. Tears stinging the hot place on my face from the earlier slap. I want to break free, and go back to the bar, and run to the safety of your arms - as I am sure you are there by now.
I make one last attempt to break free and twist my body hard against the strong hold. I manage to free my legs and they swing down. Unfortunately for me, the arm on my neck doesn't release me. The arm remains taut on my neck and the other man now lands on top of me. I am in even worse shape than before. "Stupid bitch! Now you'll get it!"
Another stinging slap HARD across my face. As quickly as that, another hard smack across my tits. The hand around my neck now grabs me in a choke hold. The second man is on top of me, full weight, and I am having trouble breathing. "Please ..." I beg through my tears. "Please let me go ..." The second man shoves his fist between my legs and I cry out from the sharp pain.
It's no use, I think. I cry earnestly now, scared, shaking, hurt, and weak from the lack of air.
Outside. I strain through the blindfold to see where we are going. Feeling the cool rush of air across my body. The fabric of my dress flapping in the wind. My breasts cold against the night air. Wanting desperately to breathe.
I am roughly shoved into a seat. Disoriented, hurt, and even more frightened now. My wrists are hooked onto a clip near a low-hanging ceiling beam, stretching my upper body. Each ankle is cuffed and stretched apart and bound to a clamp near the floor. Still blindfolded. I feel that sharp knife again, and I suck in my breath hard. The expensive silk dress lies in shreds as the remainder is sliced from my body. Hands paw at me. Tears running down my face as the rape continues. I hear muffled voices, laughing, and moaning. I sense there are more than two men now. The fear escalates as I realize I truly have no escape. My body writhes and twists, to no avail.
A voice says, "My, you got a feisty one there! Love those big round tits!"
Each nipple is pinched through the sheer lace bra. It's like there is no fabric between my breast and the hands grabbing me. The pain sears through me like a knife. I try desperately to force my legs closed. More laughter. More hands on my body.
The cold steel knife. Up my inner thighs, slowly teasing me. Tears and sobs escape. I fumble a "Noooooooooooo" but it goes unheard behind the leather belt stuffed in my mouth.
The hands on my nipples are brutal. Biting and licking follow. I feel the knife again, up near my pussy. Slice goes the tiny sexy thong I wore for you. "Look at the expensive, prissy little whore."
"Bet her Daddy is gonna be disgusted with her now."
"Look at the bruises on this baby."
More slapping. Pinching. Biting. Oh god, fucking help me here, I beg!!!!!! Crying and gasping for breath.
Hands slide up my thighs. My legs pressed apart. A rough, bearded face kisses my inner thighs. I'm disgusted and horrified at everything going on. Willing and pleading to be released. Oh god, nooooooooooooo ...
I feel that tongue against my privates. My clit betrays me and swells up, despite my horror and disgust. My brain hasn't yet registered the pleasure, so it focuses on the intensity of the pain I'm feeling. I've got knife marks on my chest, and already bruises on my tits from the pinching and biting. My face is sore from being slapped. And my pussy?
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
I shout out from behind the leather gag. It feels like a baseball bat has been shoved inside me. Whooping and hollering follow, as the massive object is pushed in and out. I sob. The object is forced in and out, like a piston. My own wetness makes the most disgusting sound as this fucks me. I feel like it's in the back of my throat from all the way down in my pussy. In and out. Relentlessly. I feel a cock up against my pussy. Out comes the baseball bat and in shoves the cock. It's almost an orgasmic pleasure after the gigantic baseball bat is removed. I can feel the cock pulsing inside me and to my horror; I can feel my cunt muscles grabbing it. I fuck him almost unconsciously. My body is in "response" mode now and I simply exist to be fucked and used. I slip in and out of consciousness; on the verge of passing out time and again.
Another cock begins to spray cum all over my face. The men are stroking their cocks and jerking off as I am being violated and fucked by one of them. I turn my head away from the cum source, only to have it forced still. I feel more cum shooting in my cunt at the same time.
"Look at the dirty little slut taking all that nasty cum!"
Fingers inside me. The neck of a beer bottle fucking me now, amid more vicious laughter. The sloppy, slurping sounds of the glass bottle fucking my pussy is almost more than I can take. I have never in my worst nightmares, imagined being raped and tortured this way.
It seems like hours have passed, and I dare not reflect on all of the unspeakable acts done to me this afternoon. I sob even more now, thinking about the beautiful night we had planned and spoke of only that morning. I can't even imagine what you must be thinking -- did she stand me up? Was she just playing around? Did she even intend to meet me tonight?
