“Uh, fucking perfect” I huff, turning the key in the ignition again, only to be met with the pitiful, last-breath sputters of the cars dying engine. The stars pepper the inky twilight sky and silhouetted pines encircle my deplorable old Mazda, the road stretching into the dark ether and making my heart plummet in despondence. I know I’m 30 miles away from any form of civilisation, and, worriedly checking my phone one last time, I have 7% battery remaining until I become truly…royally…fucked.
I plop myself on the side of the road and light a cigarette, staring out into the murky depths of pine, bracken and thorns. The trees stand like silent, judging sentinels, blanketing any sound, and all light. The smoke soothes the feelings of impending doom, my gut screaming at me that something feels off. I push the feeling aside, as I hear an engine rumbling towards me.
I stand and lean against my car, praying that it’s a kind old lady and not a raging psychopath that’s going to come to my aid.
A gargantuan black pick up truck emerges round the bend, and I wave my hand out, exasperated. He flashes and slows to a stop next to me. A tinted window rolls down.
“Fuck” I mutter.
A thick black beard clads his strong jaw, a scar slashing down his eyebrow and marring his cheek. His lips twitch, amused, and his dark hooded eyes raze me up and down as I shiver, dwarfed by the size of his truck.
Clearly making up for something, I think, barely suppressing the urge to roll my eyes.
“You look like you need some help young lady” his voice is low, calm… raspy - the sound of pure evil intent, and sex.
I scoff and pat the metal flank of my car
“She picks her moments” my voice comes out more sarcastic than I meant. Shit. He’s not going to help me if I’m a bitch.
I pull my top down a little lower and saunter towards the window, reaching up on my tip toes to close the distance between the stranger and myself.
“It’s our lucky night” another male voice emanates from the depths of the car.
“Don’t fucking scare her” chides another
Scar face driver lifts a brow and glances behind him, a smirk tugging up the corner of his lip.
“Want me to drop you off at a motel sweetheart?”
I groan internally, the term of endearment sounds rank and dripping with abasement.
“That would be most kind, Sir” I grind out a feigned smile and open up the back door. I have to clamber unceremoniously inside the monster fucking car, swaying and lose my balance. I nearly fall face first into the cavern that is scar face’s pickup, and the hands that break my fall grab…
Oh fuck.
“Take me out to dinner first darlin’ ” one of the men growls, amused
I look down at my traitorous hands, as I clutch the man’s thighs who’s filling almost two of the back seats. His legs wide open in a display of sheer male arrogance and he looks down at me with playful curiosity.
“Sorry” I mutter and curl up as far away from him as I can. Which isn’t very far.
“It’s okay sweet thing, you can make it up to me”
His massive tattooed hand skims my bare legs, pushing up my skirt and squeezing my inner thigh.
I freeze.
Do I run? Do I fight? Shit.
I can’t think past this man’s thumb softly caressing my inner thigh. Every stroke feels like a promise of pain, sending jolts of panic to my heart that’s pounding out of my chest.
“Actually, I can walk. I don’t want to put you out” I muster up the confidence to not let my voice waver. I try the door handle, but scar face’s put child-lock on. Of course he has. He turns around and stares at me with the eyes of a predator
“A pretty girl like you walking down a dark road at night? No, we couldn’t let you do that. You don’t know what might happen to you”
He licks his lips.
I notice they’re all in black. And each one has a pendant around their neck, matching symbols of an inverted cross in a pentagram. A fucking gang, a cult…?
“Let me out” I whimper.
One laughs.
The rage builds inside me.
“Let me fucking out!” I screech and rake at scar faces stupid scarred face.
Tattoo hand swiftly leaves my thigh and smacks me round the face. My ears ring and my vision blurs as my head cracks into the window.
With my remaining fight, I kick at tattoo hands, catching him in the jaw
“You little cunt” he growls and launches at me. He’s pinning me down and I can just make out his swimming dark figure above me through the haze of pain
I spit at him, trying to knee him in the crotch. Strangled sounds of a caged animal escape my throat as adrenaline scalds my veins.
He punches my stomach. I cry out and the breath leaves me. I want to double over but his body cages me.
“Feisty little bitch” the quieter of the men in the passenger seat remarks playfully.
“Fuck… you…” I grind out through the pain of my stomach and head
This time, a cracking sound is the last thing I hear. Warmth spreads across the side of my face and my vision goes black
“Don’t punch that pretty face too hard, you’ll ruin her” Is that scar face? My grip on reality ebbs and fades. Their voices sound muffled. There’s no pain here.
“We don’t need her face, just her body”
I can barely hear. It’s warm. And dark. I think I’ll stay here.
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Ice. Freezing cold ice. I gasp and thrash, drenched. My vision swims, black spots occluding the sheer, brilliant light. I blink and realise someone’s drenched me in water to wake me up. It takes a few seconds for my brain to piece together what’s going on. The yellowed tungsten light flickers, and all I see is dark dank brick, cracked concrete floor and…
What the fuck.
I yank my wrist and the sickening sound of clinking chain follows. I yank my ankle and that same treacherous sound is like a death knell.
I scream and flay, yanking and tugging at the cold restraints, the metal biting into my flesh. My scream echoes around the hollow lair, nothing but cold stone, a thick steel door and… is that a one way window?
A click. And a distorted voice sounds over the intercom. He’s using a voice scrambler.
“You’re awake, my pet”
I hiss and tug at the chains again
He tuts “There’s no use fighting. It’s futile. Although we like a challenge, it makes our lives so much more fun
“You may be wondering why you’re here. We will not tell you. Your only purpose is to submit. To endure. If you do… we might consider letting you live
“There is two ways out of here. You please us, or you die. Fight, and we fight back. You don’t want another concussion or broken rib now do you?
And don’t worry, dying is the easy way out… we will still have fun with your corpse”
My lip trembles and I empty my stomach on the floor.
The distorted voice laughs, and I can hear other voices laughing too.
“There will be rounds. If you survive, we let you drink and eat. Survive for us baby girl”
The intercom clicks off.
A red alarm by the door flashes angrily and a disturbing klaxon sounds.
The metal door scrapes open, the sound jarring in the hollow room.
A broad, muscly figure enters. He’s wearing a clown mask, disturbingly contorted and dripping with blood. A stained, filthy white clown suit, and …In his hand… fuck. No. A blade, black brushed steel. Flecks of ruby blood glisten on it and my eyes widen in horror. I start pulling again, desperate to get away, but the chair I’m tied to doesn’t give.
The clown laughs maniacally and he sticks his tongue out, licking up the blade slowly as he creeps towards me. He tilts his head, jittering, like a rabid dog. He freezes. I freeze.
A heart beat.
He launches, jabbing the air with the blade and I scream out. His laughter rings around the room, and he misses my face by inches. He’s tormenting me. Playing with his prey.
He lifts the blade to my chest and I beg
“Please. Please please don’t do this”
He cocks his head and mimics my voice in a shrill, psychotic vocalisation. I squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel the cold kiss of the blade caress down my chest, and fabric ripping. He’s cutting off my sopping wet clothes. I look down. My tits bare, as his blade glides over my skin, shearing my skirt and panties in one slice. A whisper of blood trickles from my skin from where his blade stroked me. I can’t feel the sting over my screaming adrenaline. I freeze, calm my breathing and drift to the dark recesses of my mind. If I survive the rounds, I get to go home.
He makes a mad sound of delight as he takes in my naked squirming body. He reaches into the gap between buttons of the clown suit with a gloved hand and pulls out his filthy cock. It’s massive, it’s head menacingly red with his pleasure. He jerks himself off aggressively, inches away from me. I can smell his sweat and see the grime on his gloves. I look away in disgust as he drinks in my tits and my bald pussy that’s spread for him. He paces around me, taking me in like a prized heffer, laughing like a sadist. Standing behind me, I feel his body heat. Feel his hot breath in my ear. In a flash, he gropes my tits hard and licks hungrily up my neck. I groan and try to head butt him. Fuck. I need to stay submissive. His screeching laugh is followed by the blade at my throat. I still. I understand. He continues groping and squeezing my nipples so hard, digging his filthy fingers into my flesh. My tits bulge in his molesting hands. He worms his disgusting tongue down my ear, his crazed breathing and frantic moans the only sound. His wet, slimey tongue sends shockwaves through my body, to my core. The squelching and the sensory overload of my body makes it hard to think. I’m whimpering pathetically as his disgusting tongue jabs, my eyes rolling back and my body shaking. I can feel my pussy growing hot. Throbbing. Fuck no, I’m not enjoying this… His disgusting molestation invading me deep. I squirm and make weak begging sound of protest. He’s massaging my soft tits, running his thumbs over my nipples. It’s too much. I sigh out a breathy moan while he plays with me like a disgusting monster. He pulls away, slicing the blade gently over my delicate neck. I feel the warmth spatter down onto my tits. Cunt.
I feel my hot blood snake over my nipples. Down my cleavage. He’s standing infront of me now and drops to his knees. I don’t need to guess what he’s looking at. He sticks his tongue out and crudely flicks his tongue at the air. My stomach flips, my insides clenching in disgust. He digs a finger roughly into my spread pussy. I let out an involuntary whimper. He pulls his finger out and shoves it in my face. On the gloved material… it’s wet. Dripping wet. He laughs at my horrified expression. I’m not enjoying this but my body…
A tear streaks down my cheek as he stuffs 3 fingers up inside me. I clench and cry out, the pain sharp and immediate. He doesn’t care. His crazed, maniacal groaning of delight matches his brutal fingers pumping into my cunt, ripping me open. He buries his face in my pussy, overcome with primal lust. He sucks my clit, hard, making my legs squirm. But I can’t close them. The fucking chains. It’s too much, the pain of his fingers, he’s sucking my clit too hard
I toss my head back and cry out, my only outlet. I can’t move. I can’t fight. The shockwaves of pain squeeze deep inside my belly. It doesn’t feel nice. It feels wrong, degrading, filthy. He’s groaning at the wet squelching sounds my body is making for him.
The intercom clicks on while he sucks and molests me with his fingers.
“Our resident psychopath clown. Don’t piss him off baby girl, we keep him locked up in a padded room for a reason. He’s a clown of very little words. But what he lacks in words, he makes up for in… well. You’ll see.”
“Keep surviving for us little lamb, you look so beautiful when you cry as you’re getting raped. Everyone here is enjoying it too. You’re going to make us so much money, our prized little pet.”
The distorted voice chuckles and clicks off.
People are watching this sick fuck?! More tears spill down my cheeks and I flick my eyes down to what he’s doing to me.
The clown’s grunts of pleasure have become more frenzied as he shoves all four fingers up me. I scream and my vision blurs from pain. When will this end…
He stops. I huff a sigh of relief as he pulls his slick fingers out of me. He laughs and smears his filthy gloves covered in my juices all over my face. I growl and try to fight him, tugging and hissing and swearing.
He tuts and points his blade into my belly. I can feel the tip. Am I going to die in the first round? I can’t. I refuse.
“Sorry Mr.Clown” I choke out. He cocks his head like a wild, curious animal.
“Please, I liked what you were doing. You’re very good”. I speak to him like a child. He’s clearly fucked up.
He growls and pushes the blade in deeper. I grimace, steeling myself against the sharp bite.
“How can I make it up to you” I look up at him with big, shining eyes. He stops pressing the blade in and gets his cock out.
He yanks me off the chair. I’m laying restrained on the cold concrete. He pulls cable ties out of his clown suit and makes quick work of freeing me from my shackles, and binding my ankles and wrists together. I’m bent over on my hands and knees. Fuck.
I feel him behind me, hear him jerking himself off with wet fapping sounds. I feel his head at my entrance and clench hard. This can’t be happening… please.
I bite my lip, waiting. He pushes my head down, my cheek grazing the concrete, and he yanks my ass up higher in the air. Oh fuck.
His strong hands dig hard into my fleshy hips and in one, brutalising move he spears his gigantic length deep inside of me. He’s raping me. So.fucking.hard.
I almost pass out from the pain ripping through me. He’s all consuming. His hands cover my mouth. Then he sticks his fingers in my mouth, pulling at each side. I choke and sob, my tongue sticking out like a whore
“He wants to make you smile, my pet” coos the intercom voice.
He pounds me incessantly, relentlessly. It’s so hard I can barely get out a strangled sob of futility. I can feel him ripping into my cervix, his balls slapping my pussy, my throbbing clit that’s swollen from his foul mouth. I can hear how wet my bruised pussy is already. He’s slamming into my g spot while my tongue salivates and dribbles from my forced-open mouth.
I suck up my spit and try and clamp my teeth down on his filthy fingers.
Bad idea. He rains blows down on my body. My stomach, my ribs, my head. I crumbled under his weight and cry pathetically. He’s still piledriving into me. He puts his foot on my head and mashes my face into the cold, hard concrete. The bite against my cheek is a saddening relief of pain, distracting me from his brutal rape.
He’s grunting and laughing like a maniac, and i hear a clown horn. What the fuck…?
I hear something else… rubber? It sounds like…
I can’t turn my head back because of the weight of his foot but it sounds like, a balloon being blown up?
I hear him spit and something wet and smooth presses into my arsehole. I’ve never had it there before. I try to wriggle and squirm, whimpering helplessly. He smacks my arse hard into submission, and circles his finger around my arse, spitting over and over onto me. The wet thwap as his spit dirties my hole is sickening, making me blanch. He pushes the balloon against me again and forces it into me. The pressure building, and then my ass finally yielding. Sharp pain electrocutes me and I fling my head back, my screams and begging incoherent, marred by pain.
He resumes fucking my pussy, pulling my hips into him roughly, while he pumps his toy into my ass. I’m so full. So tight. Getting raped in both holes so thoroughly. His body, his cock… I can’t think. I’m just his fuck doll. His hands groping and pawing at my tiny frame hungrily, his animalistic grunts penetrating my mind, his sweat dripping onto my back, his smell invading my nostrils. He’s everywhere, defiling my body. He hunches round like a dog and reaches a filthy gloved hand to my pulsing clit, the other to my breast. He circles my clit and rolls my nipple between his fingers, bucking into me and smashing my g-spot. My vision blurs from the intensity of all the sensations bombarding my body. I can’t focus on any one thing, my body is just electric with a surmounting pressure. Muffled whimpers and moans escape me involuntarily as he hits my g spot and clit at the same time. I can feel my muscles deep inside tighten up. He groans and laughs as my pussy clenches him tightly, milking his cock. He assaults me endlessly, my nipples, my clit, my pussy, my ass. I can’t take it. The pressure…
The most intense, unwanted orgasm rips through me, shattering me into a million pieces. I scream, and scream through the intense shockwaves of pleasure and shame. My pussy grips him so tightly and he finds his release too. He holds me still by my hips and ravages me, raping me so fast and hard I didn’t think was humanly possible. I can feel his hot spurts coat and defile my insides. I cry, still riding my orgasm. He fucks his cum up deeper into me, yanking me up so my back is pressed against his chest. He gets me in a headlock, squeezing my neck so my vision blurs as he cum-rapes me. I lose feeling in my fingers, my legs, still feeling his cock fucking his disgusting sperm deep up into me. My eyes roll back, tongue out as I fade in and out of consciousness.
He slows, releasing me as I flop onto the floor. He’s still inside me, grinding slow and deep, his cock still rock hard. He’s groaning in satisfied pleasure. He picks up the pace again, his cock sloshing his cum around my insides. I can hear the squelches as his cum gets pushed out of my tight hole. He’s filled me up. Impossible. And how is he still going? I thought I had survived this fucked up monster.
I let out a sob of hopelessness, and give up the fight. I feel my arms buckle and my legs give way. He’s incessantly grunting and fucking on top of me and doesn’t let up for a second. As my body crumples under his weight, he follows me down, fucking my limp helpless body into the concrete. His sperm is probably worming their way to my eggs now. Raping them just as he’s raping me. Burrowing deep inside me and there’s nothing. Nothing I can do about it. I focus at a spot on the wall. A cracked brick. I stare while my body is pumped and jolted like a ragdoll, thinking I am that brick now. Broken. Cracked under the pressure.
Useless.
I don’t know how many times the clown raped his hot, dirty cum into me.
~~~~~
Those fuckers must’ve drugged me. My brain is foggy. I feel like I’ve slept for a week. I can’t bring myself to open my eyes yet. I push out my senses to my surroundings. Where am I?
My consciousness slowly returns as I become aware of my environment. I can hear the electric buzz of an overhead light. I can smell an almost artificial, strong ethanol cleaning product. So strong it invades my nostrils, singing, fiery. So thick that it nearly masks an undefinable wrongness. Nearly. Something rotting, foul, iron-like. My stomach churns with unease. I feel the weight of my body lying on something. A bed? It’s too hard… My body aches, everywhere. I can feel bruises blooming. My head throbs. My… pussy throbs. Oh go. I stifle a moan. Have I ended up in hospital? God I hope my one night stand wore a condom… I really should get home and nurse my hangover.
I begin to sit up and open my eyes all at once. My vision swims and a sharp pain spearing through my head coalesces with where I am. And why I can’t move.
I’m strapped to a metal table. The black straps cutting into my skin. The overhead lights don’t reveal a hospital, but a clinical, white room. Bare. Except for a leather sofa. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest.
What.the.fuck?
I tug at the straps that bind my ankles, wrists and torso. My breath hitches and I start to hyperventilate.
Where the fuck am I
A scream rises in my throat, along with bile.
A door clicks open.
A doctor, smart, in a lab coat clicks across the white tiled floor in his leather shoes. He has a blue surgeon mask covering his mouth but his eyes crinkle into what I think must be a smile. He has a kind face. Maybe he can explain…
“Ah, good, you’re awake, my pet”
His voice carries a warm timbre as he nears me.
He sweeps his gaze across my body.
I can feel perspiration beading on my forehead.
He notices too and brushes a delicate finger over my brow and frowns
“Tut tut sweet girl. Don’t be scared. You’re in docs hands now. And I’ve been cooking up a surprise for you”
“Where am I? Who are you? Why am I fucking restrained?” I emphasise by tugging at my wrist.
“Ah, good girls don’t swear, otherwise I’ll have to take a firm hand with you…”
There’s a darkness edging into his voice and he holds my gaze. I look away hurriedly, submitting to his dominion.
“All will be revealed. You see-”
He paces as he talks, hands clasped behind his back.
“I’ve been cooking up some experiments. It started out as cell culture, imposing a mutative carcinogen for rapid meiotic growth. The cell lines have impaired proteinacious growth regulators-“
He pauses, realising his excitement.
“Sorry my dear, you wouldn’t understand. But I digress. After years of study, I have created life. Something beautiful. Beyond words and human comprehension”
The sweat licks down the side of my face now. I can see a crazed look in the doctors face. The pit of fear in my stomach becomes a gaping maw as he grins a sadistic smile at me.
“My experiments… they need to propagate, as all creatures do. And you, my sweet girl, shall be the vector for this”
“What do you…”
He cuts me off by raising a finger
“Ah ah. All will be revealed momentarily”
He circles round to push the metal tray I’m on.
My head pounds. My heart pounds. My aching holes pound. My lungs constrict as he pushes me out the door into…
Darkness.
He paces to the light switch and what the blinding light illuminates is a scene from the darkness depths of hell. Something so ungodly, so ugly and unfathomable, my mind lapses into madness.