DISCLAIMER:
This is a fictional story. I do not condone rape or anyone being forced to anything. If the Non Consensual stories, rape fictional fantasies are not your piece of cake, or make you feel uncomfortable, please quit reading and search under a different category. This story contains forced sex, reluctant sex, kidnapping, abduction, and some dark scenarios that might disturb you. Discretion is advised.
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The stale stink clung to everything in the village. It was a foul mix. The sour reek of death and the sharp, chemical bite of gunpowder. It hung in the air like a fog. But Anna barely noticed it anymore. She'd gotten used to it.
She moved through what was left of her hometown, now a ghost of itself, practically erased from the map. The search for supplies was always grim. The little stores she'd gone to as a kid were either bricked shut or cleaned out after pillage and looter. A few gutsy old women still traded bits of whatever they could grow or make. Some eggs, milk, maybe a jar of jam they trade usually for booze, cigarettes, or a rare coin if they were lucky.
The occupying soldiers didn't show up often, but when they did, it was chaos. People knew to scatter, to disappear fast. The soldiers didn't come for conversation. They came to take. They stole whatever they wanted, even stuff they didn't need, just because they could. There was a nasty edge to it, like they were getting payback for something. Tall, ripped, dark-skinned men, they towered over the pale, worn down locals. They didn't hide the power trip. If anything, they reveled in it.
Anna was in the middle of trading the last of her stuff for a few eggs and a small bottle of something resembling milk when a patrol turned the corner. Those men were quiet, too quiet. That kind of silence was never good. The old woman and her froze, a cold rush of fear shooting through their spines.
Anna knew better than to talk. Stay quiet. Don't make eye contact. Sometimes that was enough to let them flee away.
Not this time.
They didn't say much. They just stared, smirking and slowly got closer. They acted like they had all the time in the world.
Then came the hands.
They groped her like she was nothing. Hands were rapidly all over her chest, her thighs, her backside. Anna gritted her teeth, trying not to flinch, not to cry out. She kept her mouth shut, hoping it would make them lose interest. But there were five of them.
And five was too damn many.
"Where do you live??" Asked one of them in a strong commanding voice.
Anna kept silent. She wanted to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone. Any information, any sound from her mouth would probably lead to disaster.
They got tougher and meaner with their abuse, pinching her nipples, slapping her face and even choking her with their strong hands. Tears rolled over Anna's chicks, but she kept her mouth dead shut.
Suddenly she heard a crying yell and the old woman quickly telling them about her house. She made a furious glance at her. She wanted to kill her for being so weak and betray her. But the damage was already done.
They dragged her by her long blond hair and walked all four blocks to her house. No matter how loud she begged they wouldn't let her go until they arrived at her door.
"Open it!!! Open it if you don't want us to tear it down!!" They commanded.
Anna fumbled with her keys to finally open her house. All she prayed was for her daughter Emily not to be at home. She wouldn't forgive herself if some of those dirty ape-like soldiers hurted her. She protected her for two long years since the invasion and four more since her father left at the beginning of the war. She was a young inexperienced mother just 20 years older than her and had little chance to teach her about men, sex, protection and now it all heaved over her soul.
Suddenly, a sharp cry cut through the tension. The old woman broke, voice cracking, pointing down the street, blabbering something about Anna's house.
Anna turned, shooting her a glare sharp enough to kill. Betrayal stung worse than the hands on her body. She wanted to scream, to tear the woman apart, to kill her. But it was already too late.
The soldiers lit up like dogs catching a scent. One yanked Anna by her long blond hair, jerking her off balance. She stumbled as they dragged her, block after block, ignoring her cries, her pleading, the way her legs gave out halfway there. Her hands scraped the concrete, knees buckled, but they didn't stop until they reached her front door.
"Open it!" one of them barked. "Open it or we tear the damn thing down!"
Anna's hands shook as she fumbled with her keys. The metal clinked against the lock, slippery in her grip. Her only prayer was that Emily wasn't home. Please God, not now. Not her.
She had kept Emily hidden and safe for two years since the invasion. Four, if you counted the time since her father vanished at the start of the war. Anna had done it all alone. Just a thirty-few kid trying to raise another kid in a world on fire. She hadn't had enough time to teach Emily the things she should've, about men, about danger, about how to say no and how to fight. And now, all of it (the weight, the fear, the guilt) pressed down like a stone in her chest.
Every breath hurt.
Fortunately Emily was nowhere to be seen when they broke into her place. With no much saying in the matter Anna was dragged to her bedroom and roughly tossed over the bed. A shriek escaped Anna's mouth when they started to rip her dress apart. Her hands desperately tried to stop them, but they were too many and too strong.
In a one sided combat Anna ended with all her dress shred into pieces over the bed while her pale white skin and her last modesty was only covered by just a plain black bra with matching panties. An awkward silence invaded the room, only broke every once and then by her sobbing.
Anna's eyes watched around but all she could see was her black attackers in various states of nudity. But what catched Anna's glimpse was a red shadow moving behind the closet door. Anna gulped and immediately knew she'd better get them finished as fast as she could. That red shadow was Emily hidden in the closet.
From inside the narrow space Emily watched in dread her mother being striped and manhandled by all those brutes. Besides what Anna taught her, she had already seen some naked men in porn, and perfectly knew what was coming next. But watching those guys cocks size a few feet from where she was hiding, and her mom about to be taken by them, was quite different.
Fortunately, Emily was nowhere in sight when they burst through the door. Anna didn't get to say a word. They pulled her down the hallway like a rag doll and threw her onto the bed, face-first.
She screamed as fingers clawed at her dress, fabric tearing against her skin. She kicked and thrashed, but they were too strong, too practiced and used to this routine. She fought anyway. Not because it would change anything, but because giving in would've been worse.
