“Please … PLEASE … no more! I can’t … can’t TAKE … anymore! You’re HURTING me!” Heather whimpered as the level of pain increased. He was groaning in her ear, thrusting into her faster and harder. She felt as if he were tearing her open. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Over and over. She felt him throbbing inside of her.

“Oh, shit!” he groaned. “Oh, SHIT! Ohhhhuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She felt him cumming, shooting streams of thick, hot fluids deep inside her. Her stomach constricted and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as she felt the warmth spreading through her. Still he pounded into her, over and over until he had drained the last drop of his cum into her. Then, with a groan and a shiver, he collapsed on top of her. Heather felt him gradually softening inside of her.

She was trembling uncontrollably. The pain, the terror, the humiliation were all playing on her mind. She felt dirty, as if covered with some kind of slime. He had to leave now. He just had to.

“Please,” she whispered between her tears “please … go now. Just … go now. I won’t … won’t tell … anyone. I … I p-promise. Just don’t … don’t … h-hurt me … anymore.”

He lifted up so he could look down into her eyes. Her face was illuminated by moonlight, but his was in shadow. She still couldn’t see him clearly.

“Go? Why would I want to do that, Heather? I’ve traveled so far to find you.”

“Oh, dear God, NOOOO!” she screamed. He knew her name! It was him! Oh God it was him!

“What’s the matter, Heather? I told you I’d be coming for you, didn’t I? I’m going to give you just what you want. I’m going to make all of your fantasies come true.”

Pulling out of her, he sat up and quickly put his cock away and zipped up his trousers. Heather slunk to the far corner of the back seat, tears tracing paths down her cheeks as she tried to get as far away from him as she could.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Heather cringed against the door and shook her head from side to side. “P-please, please, don’t. Leave me … leave me alone. I … I have a … a daughter. You … you can’t … can’t …”

His arm shot out and grabbed Heather by her long hair. She screamed as he dragged her across the backseat by her hair as he climbed out of the car. As he pulled her out of the car, Heather went for his eyes. If she could blind him …

“BITCH!” he screamed as he slammed a fist into her face, knocking her back against the side of the car. Before she could recover, he drove his fist into her stomach, knocking the wind from her and dropping her to her knees.

Grabbing her under the arms, he hauled her to her feet and started dragging her across the parking lot. Heather was naked except for her thigh-hi stockings and shoes. Surely someone would see them. Someone would see them and know what was happening. She would be rescued, saved from this depraved animal. But no one saw them. No one came to her rescue. No knight in shining armor on a white charger. They arrived uninterrupted at the van that Heather hadn’t noticed before.

Heather still hadn’t recovered from the blow to her stomach, and could put up no real resistance as she was tied down, spread-eagled on the floor of the van, her body forming an “X”. He stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied a bandana around her head to hold it in place.

“There. That will hold you for awhile.” Heather trembled as he slowly ran a hand down her cheek, over her breast and onto her stomach, his eyes following the motion. “We’re going to have so much fun, Heather. I’m going to give you everything you’ve always wanted. Everything.”

Heather squeezed her eyes tightly shut and whimpered.

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She felt the movement of the van as Slyguy123 steered through the dark streets. She could see out of the large windows on each side of the custom fitted van, windows that came to within six inches of the floor on both sides of the vehicle, and she knew where they were going. They were heading into downtown. Was he insane? Going somewhere crowded? All anyone would have to do would be look through the windows of the van to see her strapped to the floor. Unless …..

… unless the windows were heavily tinted. The kind of windows that allowed those on the inside to see out, but no one on the outside to see in. Of course. That’s the kind of thing Slyguy123 would think of, wasn’t it? Heather felt the van drift to a stop, then heard the quiet as the engine was switched off. She heard Slyguy123 sliding out of the driver’s seat and moving towards her. What was he going to do? She trembled as her imagination submerged her with all kinds of possible terrors.

“Did you enjoy the ride, Heather? You have a wonderful view to either side, don’t you? You can see so much, can’t you?” Heather’s eyes bulged as she saw him pick a thick leather strap from a cargo box at the rear of the van. Oh, God! He was going to beat her with it! She tried screaming into the gag, but little noise came through. Certainly no one outside the van would be able to hear her.

“Now, now, Heather. There’s no reason for that.” His voice was soft and melodious, almost soothing. He came next to her and knelt on the floor. Now she could see that the strap was adjustable, and there was a hook on each end. She whimpered as he connected one of the hooks to an eye-bolt in the floor of the van, right next to Heather’s left hip. Running the strap across her, he connected the other hook to an eye-bolt right next to Heather’s right hip. Taking the loose end of the strap, he pulled it tight, pinning her hips to the floor of the van.

He returned to the cargo box and withdrew what looked to Heather like leather cuffs. Moving to her right leg, he buckled one of the cuffs around her ankle, then released the restraint that held her leg immobile. She had been pinned down like this for so long that her legs had gone to sleep, and she couldn’t strike out at him. He quickly pulled her right leg over next to her left and buckled the other cuff around that ankle, then released the original restraint of that leg as well.

“Almost ready, my dear. You’re going to like this, Heather. It’s something I developed all on my own.” He was standing next to her. The van had a raised custom roof that allowed him to stand without stooping. She noticed that he was holding something between his hands. Something that was connected to the roof. She heard a whirring sound in the darkness. She saw something lowering towards her. Something thin that swung back and forth just above her stomach.

Slyguy123 stepped back and the whirring stopped. Kneeling down next to her, he put an arm under her legs and raised them into the air. With the other hand, he took the thin cable that was suspended from the roof and hooked it to the metal ring between the two leather cuffs that bound her ankles together. He let her legs drop, but the cable snapped taut before her feet contacted the floor.

Once more standing over her, he reached up to the device in the roof. The device that Heather now realized was a small electric winch. She heard the whirring start again and felt her legs being raised into the air. The whirring continued until the cable pulled snuggly at Heather’s legs and only the leather strap across her midsection kept her hips pressed to the floor. Her legs formed the vertical section of a capital “L”, while her torso formed the horizontal portion.

Heather whimpered into her gag and shook her head from side to side as she watched Slyguy123 remove his clothing. He moved around so he was standing behind her legs, then he knelt down. Heather could see his shoulders and arms on either side of her upraised legs, but his face was hidden from her. He moved forward so that one of his legs was on either side of her. She felt him rubbing the head of his cock between her pussy lips.

“MMMMRRRRRRRRRRR!!!” she screwed up her forehead and screamed into the gag as he brutally jammed his length into her body. Every muscle in her went taut with the pain of the sudden invasion. He was fucking her viciously, driving into her with all the force he could muster.

“Oh Heather. Oh Heather, you have such a great pussy. You really do. And you’re getting just what you always wanted, aren’t you? You’re getting raped. Brutally. Viciously. Just like you always hoped for.” Sobs wracked her body as he violated her both physically and verbally.

“And you’re getting more, Heather. You’re getting so much more. Look at where you’re getting raped, Heather. In the middle of downtown. Look at the people, Heather. Look at the people walking on the sidewalk to our right and the people driving past on our left. So close, Heather. So close. Did you ever imagine getting raped with all of these people nearly within reach?” Heather tried screaming, but nobody heard. So close. So very close. The frustration was colossal.

“Look at how you’re getting raped, Heather. Look at how. In a position that even you never thought of. In a position that allows me to drive all the way to your cervix.” Heather screamed in pain as he slammed into her depths. She had never felt such pain in her life. Her body quivered as the assault progressed.

She felt his chest pressing against the backs of the thighs and calves as he wrapped his arms around her legs. He hugged her legs to him as he drove into her with long, hard strokes. She felt his teeth nibbling on her legs, his lips kissing her legs, his hands rubbing her legs. And all the while, the rock hard cock pounding into her, over and over.

The minutes crawled by slowly for Heather. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. She cried out with every thrust of his hips. Pounding, pounding, pounding, deep into her body. Pain traveling through her to the very center of her soul. Terror. Frustration. Shame. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks.

“Do you know what the best thing is about this position, Heather? Do you?” She felt him slow down and then stop. Slowly, he withdrew his cock from her. “The best thing about this position, Heather, is that there’s more exposed to me that just your pussy.”

Heather felt the panic rush through her as he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. NO! she screamed in her mind. OH GOD NO! NOT THERE! PLEASE NOT THERE! Her eyes bulged and she screamed uselessly into the gag as he forced her open, forced the head of his cock into her ass. She screamed repeatedly as he fucked his way deeper and deeper into her bowels. Every thrust of his hips drove his cock farther into her. She tried to squirm away from him, but the leather strap held her firm.

“Oh, shit! You’ve got a really tight asshole, Heather. Ohhhhh. It feels … it feels so good!” he moaned as her fucked his way deeper into her. The pain was overwhelming. She fought futilely against her restraints. She saw the people passing by on the sidewalk. Couldn’t they tell what was happening? Couldn’t they tell something was wrong?

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he buried his cock completely in her bowels. Heather snapped taut and arched her back against the tremendous pain. This couldn’t be happening to her! It just couldn’t be! But it was. The pain was real. The shame was real. The swollen piece of meat jammed inside her was real.

He was driving viciously into her. The position she was in allowed him to penetrate her to an incredible depth, and her body jerked in agony each time he impaled her. Her head was snapping from side to side, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her brow furrowed. She felt as if her insides were being ripped apart as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes.

“Oh, God, Heather. I love hearing you scream. I love hearing you scream every time I jam myself into you. It just drives me crazy! Oh, God!” His pace increased as he became more and more aroused. He became ferocious in his actions. She screamed repeatedly into the gag as the pain tore through her. She felt him throbbing inside of her.

“Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh! Oh! Ooooohhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuu!” Heather felt the fluids shooting from him, filling her bowels with their warmth. She felt sick to her stomach as he pumped more and more of his filth into her. She trembled with the revulsion that washed over her.

“God, Heather, that was tremendous. I loved it. And you loved it, too, didn’t you? That was just what you wanted, wasn’t it? Yeah, just what you wanted.”

She wanted this? He thought she wanted this? What Heather wanted was to kill Slyguy123. She wanted to torture and kill him. She wanted to have him tied down and helpless while she slowly dismembered and disemboweled him with a dull knife. She wanted him to feel the agony and the terror that she felt. She wanted him to cry and scream the way she had. She wanted him to die screaming.

Slyguy123 dressed and lit a cigarette. Sucking the smoke appreciatively into his lungs, he held it for a moment before letting it slowly trickle out of his nostrils. Heather’s red, teary eyes stared at him with undisguised hatred. He smiled down at her.

“I know, Heather, I know. Right now you think you hate me, but that will change. You’ll see. The more I rape you, the more I give you what you want, the more you’ll come around. Eventually, you won’t want to ever leave me.”

He was insane. Heather had no doubt about that now. She was in the hands of a true madman. She had to think. If she was going to survive, she would have to calm down and think. That was the important thing. Survive. Survive to go home to her husband and daughter. Somehow, someway, she had to survive.

Slyguy123 let his eyes travel over Heather’s nearly naked body as he slowly smoked his cigarette. She saw the madness in his eyes and felt as if she were being raped yet again. What was he thinking? What was he planning? What was in that diseased mind?

Stubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray mounted to the wall of the van, Slyguy123 stood up and activated the winch, lowering Heather’s legs back to the floor of the van. Heather sighed as he removed the leather cuffs and tied her legs back in the spread-eagled position. It was uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as it had been in the “L” position. Standing up, he moved to the front of the van. Heather heard the engine start and felt the van begin to move.

Where was he going now? And what would he do to Heather when he got there?

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Slyguy123 pulled into the parking lot of a bar and grill and parked the van. Sliding out of the seat, he came into the rear of the van and looked down at Heather.

“I’m going in for a bite to eat, Heather. But don’t worry. You won’t be bored while I’m gone.” Turning, he stepped to the cargo box and rummaged in it. Heather saw him lift something from the box and turn towards her. He was holding an object that was long and cylindrical. It was 14 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. Straps hung down from it. Heather felt the fear and revulsion wash through her.

Slyguy123 knelt between Heather’s legs and smiled. “Have you ever seen one of these, Heather? Watch.” He held it by the bottom, where the straps were, and flipped a switch in the base. She heard a low buzzing sound coming from the vibrator. But there was more. It was moving. The damned thing was moving. It was a twisting, turning motion that reminded her of a corkscrew. She felt the panic rising in her.

Slyguy123 turned the unit off and moved towards her. Her eyes bulged and she shook her head “no” rapidly. High, quick whimpers came from around the gag. He placed the head of the huge vibrator against her vagina and slowly pushed it up inside her. Heather was screaming and jerking against her bonds as he shoved it farther and farther into her. When the entire unit was inside her, he wrapped the straps around her upper thighs and fastened them snuggly, insuring that the monstrous vibrator would stay in place. It filled her completely, stretching the internal walls of her vagina.

“This will keep you company while I’m gone, Heather. It will take good care of you.” Heather screamed and jerked her body when Slyguy123 flipped the switch and activated the unit. The rapid, high frequency vibration coupled with the corkscrew motion of the huge vibrator sliced through her to the center of her being. She had never felt anything like this in her life.

She screamed and looked into his face, her eyes pleading with him. He couldn’t leave her here like this, not with this monster moving and whirring inside of her. Her body was jerking and twisting uncontrollably in revolt against this … this … INVADER! Don’t leave me like this! Oh, PLEASE don’t leave me like this! her eyes pleaded with him. He smiled, climbed out of the van, closed and locked the door.

Heather strained and pulled against the restraints that held her down. She cried and screamed as the mechanical unit ravished her untiringly. She constricted her muscles, trying to force the vibrator out of her, but the straps around her thighs held it firmly in place. She couldn’t STAND this! It was driving her CRAZY! Heather beat the back of her head on the floor of the van in abject frustration.

Sweat beading on her face and body. Her body, twitching, quivering, shivering. Screaming into the gag until she was hoarse. Beating her head on the floor so the pain would mask the feeling of what was going on inside of her. Jerking uncontrollably against her bonds. Her heart pounding, her pulse racing. Oh, God! Oh, God! She was losing her mind.

Where was he? How long was he going to be gone? Oh God, please come back! Please come back and stop this thing! The feelings that swept through her were indescribable. The vibrations transmitted to the inner walls of her vagina, and on through her entire being. The twisting, turning motion of the hideous thing that was buried inside her was tearing at her body and her mind. She had no control over her body. The jerking, the twitching, the quivering. All uncontrolled as the mechanical rapist ravaged her.

Heather lost track of time. Lost track of everything. Her head spun, sickness washed over her. Hours past. Days past. Weeks. Months. How long? How long? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She just wanted it to stop. Please, please someone make it STOP!

It was nearly three hours before Slyguy123 returned to the van. He had enjoyed a cheeseburger and fries, along with four ice cold beers. He had also shot three games of pool with a retired gentleman he met in the bar. Slyguy123 was relaxed and happy. Now he was anxious to see how Heather and his ‘friend’ were getting along.

He unlocked the door and climbed into the van. He heard a pathetic whimpering coming from the rear. Moving back, he saw Heather fastened to the floor. Her trembling body was covered in sweat. Her hair was damp and matted. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes held a vacant stare. Her head rolled slowly from side to side. Her face reflected the horrors of the last three hours.

“Well, well, well. Are you two playing nice?” he said as he grinned down at Heather. She whimpered, her eyes pleading with him. Kneeling down, he untied the bandana, removed it and pulled the rag from her mouth.

“P-please … t-take it out! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Oh please … take it … take it … oohhhh … out … out of me! … I can’t … can’t … ooohhhhhh …” Her voice was barely a whisper as she begged for mercy. Slyguy123 smiled down at her.

“Not just yet, sweetheart. Not just yet. You know, it occurs to me that I’ve eaten, but you haven’t. Would you like something to eat, Heather?” She felt sick as she saw him removing his pants. She knew just what he had in mind, but she was so exhausted by the mechanical thing inside of her that she knew she wouldn’t be able to put up even a token resistance. She whimpered as he knelt down over her face.

“T-take it … take it … out … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … p-please … take …take it … out … ooohhhh … I … can’t … can’t stand … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … any-anymore … oh, God … please!”

“But you really love it, Heather, and I love the way it makes you tremble!”

“No … d-don’t” she pleaded as he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. “Don’t … don’t do … do this! … I don’t want …. want … uuuurrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!” Heather gagged as Slyguy123 rammed his cock back into her throat. He held her by the hair on either side of her head, forcing her forward and back, moving her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.

“Rrrrgggg … mmmuupphhhh … rrrrr … rrrrr … uurrkkkkk …” Choking, gagging sounds came from around Slyguy123’s cock as he fucked Heather in the mouth. Her body was still twitching and jerking from the effects of the twisting, squirming vibrator buried inside of her.

“Oh yeah, Heather. Oh yeah. Oooooooo. I always knew you’d have a really good mouth. Always knew it would feel … ooooooo … great!” he moaned as he continued forcing her mouth to slide up and down his cock. She choked every time he forced his way into her throat. Between the cock in her mouth and the insidious device in her vagina, Heather was being pushed to the edge of insanity. She never realized that such brutality could really exist.

He had her face pulled tight against his stomach, now, her nose buried in his pubic hair. His hips were thrusting, driving his member repeatedly into her throat. Twitching. Jerking. Gagging. Everything Heather was doing was reflex, beyond her control. Everything was the result of the two invaders that were impaling her from either end.

Faster and faster he drove into her mouth. She could hear him moaning deep in his throat. She could feel his meat swelling even more. She felt him start to throb and twitch.

“RRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!” Heather retched as he shot a stream of thick, hot cum into her throat. She choked and coughed, blowing some of the cum out of her mouth. She felt it running down her chin as he pumped more of his foul liquids into her. Her throat was filling with his cum, preventing her from breathing. She felt as if she were drowning. Steeling herself, she swallowed the load of cum.

Slowly, gradually, he quit humping her face. He sat on her chest for awhile, listening to her whimper and feeling her twitching under him as he softened inside her. Finally, he stood up, pulling out of her mouth as he did. He saw the cum on her chin and both cheeks and smiled.

“P-please … please … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … t-take it … take it … out…” Her voice was barely discernable. The look on her face was one of near shock. The stare in her eyes was vacant. “Please … t-take … take it … o-out.”

Slyguy123 grinned and knelt between her legs. Reaching to her crotch, he flipped the switch and deactivated the vibrator. Heather whimpered and went limp on the floor, her breathing ragged, her eyes blank, focused on nothing. He noticed that her body continued trembling. Undoing the straps from around her thighs, he pulled the huge sex toy out of her. Heather moaned, shivered, and passed out.

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Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, it registered that a cool breeze was touching her body. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to wake up. Light. She registered dim light through her eyelids. She moaned low in her throat as her eyes finally opened.

She was laying on her side in the back of the van. The side door was open and she dimly saw trees and bushes outside. She was no longer tied down to the floor, but she realized that her hands were tied behind her back. Something else was different, too. She realized she was wearing something silky. Glancing down at herself, she saw she was wearing a black silk teddy. Her thigh-hi stockings were gone, leaving her legs and feet bare. Somehow, this seemed familiar, but she couldn’t say why.

Glancing out the door again, Heather realized that it was getting lighter outside. Streaks of red and gold colored the dawn horizon. With a shock, Heather realized that it was morning. She had been with this maniac all night.

“Good morning, Heather.” he said as he stepped into view. “Sleep well, I trust?”

Heather’s blood ran cold as the memories of the previous night flooded over her. Her heart was racing as he reached in and grabbed her ankles. He dragged her to the door and pulled her to a sitting position, her legs dangling out the door.

“Please.” she pleaded with him. “Please let me go. I won’t tell. I promise I won’t.”

“Heather, Heather. We haven’t finished with our fantasies yet. There’s still one more to go. The most important one. I planned it very carefully, Heather, so that it would be just right. It’s my present to you. My eternal gift.”

“I … I don’t understand. I just … I just want to go home.”

“Oh, no, Heather. We can’t have that. I’ve gone to so much trouble to make everything just so. I even bought you that teddy. Don’t you remember, Heather? Don’t you remember?”

There was something in the back of her mind, something that she should remember, but she didn’t. What was it? What was she forgetting?

“Ah, well. It doesn’t matter. I’ll take you again, here in the grass, and after that, everything will be clear to you.” He took her by the shoulders and pulled her from the van, pulling her to him.

“Oh, no, not again! Please not again!” she pleaded as he buried his face in her neck. One hand was groping her ass while the other abused her breasts. Her hands tied, she was helpless to even try and resist. Twisting her and pushing at the same time, he threw her to her back in the grass.

“Leave me alone! Oh, God, PLEASE leave me alone! You’ve hurt me … enough! STOP IT!” she screamed in pain as he jammed his fingers up inside her. She was extremely sore from the abuse inflicted on her by the mechanical vibrator last night, and the merest touch was now painful.

Slyguy123 didn’t care about her pain. He only cared about his own perverse desires. Pulling his cock out, he rolled on top of Heather. She cried and begged as he pushed the crotch of her teddy aside and began forcing his way into her.

“No … no more! …nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Please, PLEASE no more! Oooohhhhh! It … it HURTS! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Oh, God , it hurts so BAD!” Tears traced paths down Heather’s cheeks as Slyguy123 fucked his way completely into her. He pounded into her battered body with vicious glee. Her screams and cries of agony were turn ons to him. He loved it.

“Oh, Heather! You feel so good! Being inside you feels so good!” he moaned in her ear.

“Nuuhhh … nuuhhh … no … more … no … more … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … p-please … st-stop … nnnaaaaaaahhhh … get … get …out of … me … oooohhhh … y-your hurting … hurting me … nuuhhh … please st-stop ….”

Her cries and pleading were more than he could stand. He increased the ferocity of the rape, driving into her brutally. He felt the tingling in the head of his cock, felt the tightening of his balls.

“Oh, God! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Oh, God! … nnnnnnuuuuuuuuuuu!” Heather groaned as she felt him once more depositing his load inside her. She felt the heat spreading through her as he shot stream after stream of hot cum into her. Gradually, his pace slowed until he lay still on top of her. His breathing was hot in her ear.

“Mmmmm.” he moaned in pleasure as he got to his knees, pulling out of Heather as he did so. “You are so good. So damned good.”

He stood up and fastened his clothing. Looking down at the helpless young woman lying in the grass, he smiled. He had done what he promised her. He had given her the fantasies she had dreamed. Now, for the greatest fantasy of all. Leaning over, he took her under the arms and lifted her to her feet.

“Come with me, dearest. I have a marvelous surprise for you.” He led her around the front of the van. Heather came to a dead stop, her eyes bulging. Now she remembered. She remembered the black teddy and why it had seemed familiar. The fictional Heather had been dressed in nothing but a black silk teddy in “The Return of the Vile Gamer” when … when …

“GOD NO!” she screamed.

Underneath the trees stood a short, three foot tall step ladder. Hanging over it, suspended from a tree limb, was a rope. Fashioned at the end of the rope was a hangman’s noose. His intent was clear.

“DON’T!” she screamed as he began dragging her towards the rope and ladder. She tried to hold back, tried to dig in her heels, but it was useless. “Oh God, PLEASE don’t kill me! PLEASE! I have a little girl! A daughter! She NEEDS me!”

“Come on, Heather. This is what you want. Don’t you remember when you were hung before?”

“That was a STORY! It wasn’t REAL! That Heather never EXISTED! God, don’t DO this to me!”

He had her next to the ladder now, holding her by one arm while he pulled the noose towards her. “Don’t be silly, Heather. We both know you want this. That’s why you did it before, because this is how you want to die. But somebody interfered that time, saved you. No one will interfere this time, though. I promise, my love.”

“That didn’t HAPPEN! It was FICTION, for God’s sake! I don’t WANT to die! I don’t WANT to! Oh, God PLEASE let me go!” She tried kicking him, tried to break away, but nothing seemed to work.

He got the noose around Heather’s neck and pulled the knot tight. Once it was in place, he let go of her. She couldn’t get away, now. Grabbing the other end of the rope, he started pulling on it, taking up the slack and making the rope tight between Heather and the tree limb above her. She had to stand on her toes to keep from strangling.

“Climb the ladder, Heather.”

“NO! I won’t. Please, PLEASE leave me alone! I don’t want to DIE! Oh God I don’t want to die!”

“Climb the ladder, Heather, or I’ll just hoist you into the air.” With that, he pulled on the rope, tightening the noose around Heather’s neck. “Climb the ladder, Heather.”

She fought down the panic she felt rising in her. If she panicked, she would die for sure. She had to keep her composure and try to buy some time while she talked her way out of this. Trembling, she put her right foot on the bottom step of the ladder.

“That’s it, Heather. Climb the ladder. You know you want this.”

Slowly, one step at a time, she climbed the ladder until she was standing precariously on the top platform. Slyguy123 had the rope pulled snug, just starting to put pressure on Heather’s throat as she stood on tiptoes.

“Y-you don’t want to … to do this. Not … not yet.” she said as he approached her with a short piece of rope in his hands. He looped the rope around her ankles and tied them together.

“But I have to, Heather. This is my present to you.”

“But we … we haven’t done … all of my fantasies yet. You … you said that you would … fulfill them all … for me. Remember?” She could see he was thinking about it. Come on! Come on! Buy it, you psycho! Give me enough time to escape.

“But we pretty much did everything already, Heather. I took you in the ass, in the mouth, in the snatch. I took you in places that would be humiliating. I took you in positions that would make you feel helpless. I had my mechanical friend take you for hours.”

“But … there’s other … other things I’ve fantasized about. Other things that we could … do. You … you promised me. Are you going to … break your promise?” Heather fought to stay calm. The ladder beneath her was unsteady, wobbly. She concentrated on keeping her balance.

“But they would just be variations on what we’ve already done. They wouldn’t really be new.” he said thoughtfully.

“N-no,” Heather said “it … it wouldn’t be a variation. It would be … new. It would be something … something we haven’t done.”

“What would that be?” he asked, a look of interest on her face.

Think, Heather, think! Make this good. Make this real good. Your life depends on it.

“I’ve … I’ve always fantasized about … about having … two guys at the same time. Having them … use me … simultaneously. Maybe … maybe one in my … my cunt and the other … in my mouth. And … and other things … too. Wouldn’t you … like that?”

Slyguy123 was stroking his chin. Thinking about it. Heather silently prayed that he would make up his mind quickly. Her legs were getting tired from standing on her toes, and it was becoming harder to keep her balance on the unstable ladder. She felt sweat beading on her forehead in spite of the cool breeze that was blowing.

“It sounds like fun. But who could we get to be the other guy?”

Alright! Heather thought. He’s going for it. Now, careful, girl, careful. “Maybe … maybe one of your friends? You must know … someone who would … want to do it.”

“I don’t have many friends.” he replied. “I spend most of my time on the computer. The few friends I do have aren’t into this kind of thing.”

“Then maybe … I mean, I know a guy who would …”

“Oh, no. Forget it! You think I’m stupid? That I’m going to trust someone you know?” He looked angry as he moved towards the ladder. She may have pushed too quickly.

“THE INTETNET!” she yelled, bringing him to a stop.

“What?” He looked confused.

“The … the internet. We could … could find somebody on the internet. You could … screen them. Make sure that … that they’re like … us. Make sure that they’re … into this kind of thing. We could … really have a … party then.”

Slyguy123 was thinking. She saw the tip of his tongue lick his lips. There was a bulge forming in the crotch of his jeans. The idea was turning him on. He was going for it. He looked up at Heather with pure lust in his eyes.

“It would take too long.” he said as he kicked the ladder out from under Heather.

Her stomach went into her throat as she dropped two inches and then hit the end of the rope. The noose jerked tight around her throat, strangling her. Slyguy123 watched fascinated as Heather bounced and twisted in the air. Her feet, bound together at the ankles, kicked uselessly in the air. Her eyes bulged and her face showed a look of pure terror.

Heather’s lungs were beginning to burn. Her brain screamed for oxygen. In a panic, she kicked uselessly as her body jerked and twisted. Slyguy123 saw her turning blue, heard her gagging and choking. God! This was so exciting! He felt a stirring in his loins, and then, without warning, he had an orgasm, dumping his load in his pants.

Heather’s movements were becoming less violent. Her body was jerking and trembling. She heard the blood pounding in her ears. Her lungs were on fire. Her head was splitting. Tiny little flash bulbs began popping in front of her eyes. More and more of them were popping. They grew in size, filling Heather’s vision. And then, between the flashes, blackness. Small patches of blackness between the flashes of light. The blackness grew. It slowly overwhelmed the flashes of light, slowly replaced them. The darkness grew until it was all that was left. Darkness. Pure blackness.

And silence. Total, complete silence.

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She was enveloped in blackness. Soft. Velvety. She was floating in it. Floating free. Blackness. Silence. So peaceful. So very, very peaceful. No pain, no fear. Just peace. She was at peace. At peace with herself and with the universe.

She noticed something. Something in the blackness. Light. Just the smallest pinpoint of light. So tiny she almost failed to notice it. It was in the far distance, well beyond her reach. But it seemed to be changing. Yes, it was growing. Slowly, so slowly, the spot of light in the distance grew.

She had read about this. People who had near death experiences talked about this, about the tunnel of light and voices calling to them, guiding them to the other side. She understood it and wasn’t afraid. The tunnel grew. A voice. She heard a voice, calling to her from the far distance. It was calling her name. Was it God? Was God guiding her home? Or Saint Peter. Wasn’t Saint Peter supposed to greet new arrivals to heaven?

The light grew in her vision, took on shape. It looked familiar. She should recognize it. Of course. It was a star, just like the star that guided the three wise men. Was this the guide to heaven? Did they still use the star? The star took on clarity, it’s form crystallizing before her eyes. Eight points. The star had eight points. It was so clear.

Her vision widened. The star was surrounded by tan. Tan? Was heaven tan? Her vision cleared further, her mind cleared, and she jumped.

“Easy, mam, easy. You’re safe now.” the deputy sheriff kneeling over her as she laid in the grass had a soft voice. A kind voice. Heather was confused.

“What … how …”

“An early morning bird watcher. He saw what was happening down here through his binoculars and called us on his cell phone. We didn’t get here any too soon, either. Took CPR and mouth-to-mouth to bring you around again. You’re going to be alright, though.”

“What about … about … did you catch …”

“You don’t have to worry about him, mam. When we got here, he tried pulling a gun. Stupid. He won’t be hurting anybody ever again.”

Heather started to cry softly, the tears tracing paths down her cheeks. Tears of relief. Tears of joy.

“Dear Heather,

I just read your latest story and, God!, what a turn on! I had to beat off half way through and again at the end, and I’m still hard as a rock! Your writing drives me right through the roof! Your stories are just so realistic, so believable, and I think I know why. It’s because you put so much of yourself into them. I can just tell that these are really your own fantasies and that you would love to live them out! I would love to help you, too. Why don’t you tell me where you live, and I’ll come and visit you. I can make all of your fantasies come true, just the way you want. I’ll rape your pussy. I’ll rape your ass. I’ll rape your mouth. I’ll fuck you till you bleed! Just tell me where to find you and I’ll give you all the fucking you want!

Hoping to hear from you soon.

Slyguy123@acl.com”

Heather sighed and shook her head as she finished reading the e-mail. Most of the messages she got were okay. Just comments on her stories, either positive or negative. I loved it; I hated it, that kind of thing. Once in a while she got a message from someone suggesting a plot line for a story. Occasionally she chatted with other Internet authors, trading ideas or commenting on each other’s stories. But on mercifully rare occasions, she got one like this. Some sicko that couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.

She had received other messages from Slyguy123. At first, they had seemed harmless. Praise for her stories. Admiration for her writing style. But slowly, over time, his true self began showing through, dark and evil. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in fantasy. He was interested in rape. Real, terrifying, sadistic. And now he was suggesting she should tell him where she lives so he can visit her? So he can rape her? How could this idiot think she would even consider such a suggestion? This clown must have no concept of reality at all. Not a single clue.

Okay, so she wrote erotic literature for the Internet, and most of her stories dealt with rape. She wrote them because she enjoyed writing them, and because it aroused her to put her fantasies on paper. That didn’t mean she wanted some psychotic head case to actually get his hands on her. Nobody in their right mind would really want to be raped, regardless of their fantasies. In one of her stories, she had the main character, Miranda, burned at the stake at the end of the story. Did this idiot think that she wanted that to happen to her, too? Some people were just so stupid!

She deleted the e-mail without replying and gave it no further thought.

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Slyguy123 was sick. He was perverted and sadistic. However, in spite of what Heather thought, he was not stupid. In fact, when it came to computers, he was a genius. He had hacked into some of the most secure sites in the world and was never caught. He wrote viruses that were devastatingly lethal and unstoppable. And now, he was working on what would be his greatest achievement. He was developing a tracker.

The tracker was a program that could be appended to any e-mail message, invisible to the recipient. It would monitor the phone lines that carried the message from modem to modem, recording route changes and directories. It would monitor and track the progress of the carrier e-mail through the Internet system to its final destination. When the e-mail was opened, the tracker would immediately send itself back to the computer from which it had started. And, just like the police tracing a phone call, the tracker would return with the home address of the recipient of the original e-mail.

This would be a technological breakthrough. Once he had it perfected, he would be able to name his own price for the program. Governments, police agencies, intelligence groups, even private citizens would love to have the tracker. They wouldn’t get it, though. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in money. He had enough to meet his needs. He wanted the tracker for other, more personal reasons.

Slyguy123 was totally obsessed with developing the tracker. He was also totally obsessed with Heather. He had copied her photograph from the website where she published her stories and had printed it out. He had numerous copies of it posted around his computer room in various sizes. One was even blown up to poster size. He thought of Heather and her delicious fantasies every day. He knew that he was meant to be with her. That he was meant to fulfill her fantasies, her dreams. And he would. He would make her see that he was right. He would make her bend to his will. All he needed was his tracker.

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“Dear Heather,

I had been hoping to hear from you before this. It’s okay, though. I understand why you haven’t replied to my messages. It’s because you’re shy, isn’t it? That’s why you have to write about your fantasies, isn’t it? You’re just too shy to tell anyone about them face to face. That’s okay. You won’t have to worry about that for long. Soon, my dear, soon I will be with you, and then you will no longer have to fantasize. I will rape you just like you’ve always wanted. Brutally. Viciously. Repeatedly. Oh, yes Heather, I will drive my rock hard cock into every hole that you have. I will fill you with my cum. I will rape you until you can’t stand anymore, and then I will rape you again. By the time I finish with you, you will be limp, spent and exhausted. You will love it! I’ll bet just thinking about it has you sopping wet, doesn’t it? I’ll bet you can’t wait to see me. It will not be long, my love. It will not be long.

Yours,

Slyguy123@acl.com”

Heather read the e-mail a second time and trembled. He sounded so positive, so sure that he could find her. Was there anyway that he could know where she lived? Had she inadvertently given him any clues when she had responded to the first few e-mails he had sent, the ones in which he sounded normal? She concentrated on it, thinking back. No. No, she hadn’t given him any information. Nothing that could lead him to her. But why did he sound so … so sure that he could find her?

Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was just completely full of shit. He could be just trying to scare her, to make her feel fear. She had him pegged as being sadistic, and maybe this was just part of his sadistic little game. Try to make her afraid, try to terrify her, and then laugh and beat off thinking about her being afraid.

But what if …… what if he could find her? What if he had somehow figured out where she lived? Maybe she should call the police. Call the police and tell them that … what? That she wrote rape stories for the Internet, and now some sicko was writing to her about rape? They would probably tell her that she had to expect things like that if she insisted on writing stories about rape. They would tell her that he was just some sick asshole writing about his fantasies, just the way she wrote about hers, and there was nothing to worry about. And even if by some miracle they did believe her, what could they do? How could they find him based on nothing but an e-mail address? They couldn’t. No. There was no sense in calling the police. There was nothing they could, or would, do.

Heather read the message again. He sounded so sure of himself. So positive that he could find her. And what would happen if he did find her? She had no doubts about that. He told her quite clearly what he intended to do to her. He would rape her over and over. Rape her until he had satisfied his perverted desires. And then what? Would he allow her to live? Or would her kill her in some sick and sadistic manner? Heather thought she knew the answer, and she felt a shiver travel up her spine.

********************

Slyguy123 thought that the tracker might finally be ready. He had worked on it long and hard, and the program seemed to be functional. It was time for a test. He would send an e-mail to a friend of his, someone whose address he knew. Then, if the tracker came back with that address, he would be ready.

“Jerry,

Just thought I’d drop you a line to see what’s going on. Things here are pretty much normal. Maybe we can get together for a beer later in the week.

Sly”

It was short, but that didn’t matter. He could have sent a blank e-mail. It was the attachment that was important. Setting the cursor over the paperclip on the menu bar, he activated the pull down menu. Selecting the proper file, he double clicked on it to append it to the e-mail. In this case, however, there was no indication on the e-mail that there was any kind of attachment. It was effectively invisible.

He hit “SEND”, then lit a cigarette and sat back to wait. It shouldn’t take long. It was Sunday, and Jerry, a true computer geek, always spent Sundays glued to his screen. He wasn’t really interested in Jerry’s response. The tracker should activate itself as soon as Jerry opened the e-mail. The tracker, in fact, should return home before Jerry even finished reading the message.

He had just finished the cigarette when the small envelope appeared in the lower right corner of his screen. Opening the e-mail, he saw the message in plain text.

“Tracker complete: Address of recipient:”

But there was no address. The space where Jerry’s address should have been was blank. Slyguy123 sighed. A minor set back. The tracker had been invisible, and it had activated itself and returned to its home computer. That was the big thing. He just had to fine-tune the program. Sooner or later, he would succeed.

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“Dear Heather,

I am amazed that you have not yet supplied your address to me. After all, we both know that you want me to come for you, don’t we? I am the culmination of all your fantasies, all your desires. We were made to play out our drama together. Are you just playing hard to get? Do you wish me to pursue you? Will that add excitement to our game? Very well. I will play the game the way you wish. It will only make things that much better for the both of us when I sink my cock in you for the first, but not the last, time. Yes, the first time. I so look forward to the first time, my dear Heather. Soon. Soon.

Always,

Slyguy123@acl.com”

Heather shook her head in amazement. This guy was not only sick, he was delusional. He was definitely a few bricks shy of a full load. Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to find her? Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to rape her? It was so bizarre! So utterly bizarre!

Or could it be … could it be that he was only trying to scare her? Maybe that was how he got off. Contact women over Internet and slowly scare them. Build a terror in them over a period of time. Maybe instilling the fear of rape was enough to satisfy his warped desires. That would certainly be easier than actually trying to find someone who might be anywhere in the country. Hell, anywhere in the world, for that matter. Still …

She couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. Was she just being silly? Worrying about nothing? She wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that there was nothing to really fear. But she couldn’t.

********************

He spent the better part of a month working on the tracker. Slyguy123 was nothing if not patient. He went over every line of code, tweaking, fine-tuning, and adjusting. Finally, he thought he had worked out the last of the bugs. He typed a short e-mail.

“Jerry,

Did you see ‘Independence Day’ on TV? last night?

Sly”

Once more he attached the tracker program to the e-mail and hit send. Now he only had to wait until Jerry opened the e-mail. That was all it would take, the simple act of opening the e-mail.

If it only worked. He gazed at the poster-sized picture of Heather hanging from the wall. She would be his, to do with as he would. He would use her in every way imaginable, and in some ways most people wouldn’t imagine. He’d had a long time to fantasize about her, to daydream. Every day that went by, every dream he concocted, added to his plans. His imagination was running wild, and the things he planned to do to her … oh, the delicious things he planned to do to her!

And slowly, the things he did to her would become her fantasies, too. She would realize, oh so gradually, that they were really soul mates, destined to share their dark dreams. He would rape her in every way, in every orifice. And then, when he was done, there would be the final dream, the final fantasy. This time, though, it wasn’t his fantasy. It was hers. She had detailed it in one of her stories, and he knew it would be her greatest pleasure. It would be his gift to her.

He lit a cigarette with trembling hands. The thought of her, quivering and squirming beneath him, was racing through his mind. What would her voice sound like? What would it sound like as she begged and pleaded and whimpered? He was only half way through his cigarette when the envelope flashed on the screen. He opened the e-mail and read the message.

“Tracker complete: Address of recipient: 1524 Crestmont Drive, Indianapolis, Indiana.”

Perfect. The tracker was working.

********************

Heather was working on a story when the small envelope in the corner of the screen indicated that she had an incoming e-mail. Not wanting to break her train of thought, she continued typing. Whatever it was could wait. Her thoughts were flowing, and the words were fitting together so well. Her alter ego, the fictional Heather of her stories, was being brutally raped in an alley. Her attacker was reaching his limits, approaching the edge. Heather was squirming, trying to escape, when the rapist let go and flooded her insides with cum. Heather finished writing the scene, concluding the violent rape, and leaned back in her chair.

She took a deep breath to try and calm her. It always seemed strange the she should become so aroused by her own words. Still, she had taken it as her own adage that if the story line didn’t turn her on, it wouldn’t turn on her readers, either. And Heather believed she owed something to her readers. If they were going to take the time to read her stories, then she should make sure the stories were as good as she could make them.

Taking another breath, she glanced at the envelope in the corner of her screen. Maximizing the e-mail program on her screen, she saw the message was from Slyguy123.

Damn! Why didn’t he just leave her alone? Couldn’t he find someone else to torment? She hadn’t answered any of his e-mails in months. You’d think he’d be tired of this one-way conversation by now. What kind of rush could he be getting from this? Was just sending the e-mail enough to get him off? Was he so devoid of life that the mere act of sending an e-mail gave him gratification?

She tapped her fingernail on the table as she stared at the screen. Stupid bastard. Maybe she should answer this one. Maybe she should send him an e-mail that would rip him a new asshole. Let him know just how disgusting and reprehensible she thought he was. Call him every rotten, insulting name she could think of. Question his manhood, his sexual orientation. Insinuate that he was impotent, a eunuch. Maybe that would get him to quit e-mailing her.

Of course, there was always the chance that such a maneuver would backfire on her. It might irritate him and make him even worse than he was now. Maybe she should just delete the damned thing without even opening it. Just ignore him completely, not even read his sick e-mails. How hard would that be? Every time one came in from him, just delete it without opening it or reading it.

The e-mail from Slyguy123 was hi-lighted in blue. Heather moved the cursor to the “X” on the menu bar to delete the message. But if she did that, then she wouldn’t know what he was thinking, what he was planning. That is, if he actually was planning anything. He was probably just full of shit, but could Heather take that chance? It would be much better if she could get him to stop. In the most fateful decision of her life, Heather moved the cursor to the message and double clicked to open it. She sucked in her breath as she read the single line,

“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”



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It was late at night and Heather was driving home from work. Her eyes kept darting to the rear view mirrors both inside and outside the car, watching for any sign that she was being followed. For the last month, ever since receiving that last, short message from Slyguy123, she had been on pins and needles.

“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”

That was the last she had received from him. Not another word of any kind. For some reason, not hearing from him now seemed worse that hearing from him. At least when she was getting his e-mails, she could assume he was at home, wherever that might be. But now, with nothing coming in, where was he? Still at home? Traveling to get here?

Or could he be here already?

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was tired of his little game and decided to end it. Maybe that last message was just his swan song, one last stab of fear inflicted on his victim before moving on to someone else. Maybe he was already working on some other woman on the other side of the country. Maybe.

Heather glanced in the rearview mirror again. There was a vehicle several car lengths behind her. A truck or a van, she wasn’t sure. Had she seen it before? Something about it seemed familiar, but what? Yes, that was it. The headlights. The headlight on the passenger side was brighter than the one on the driver’s side. Had she actually noticed that earlier, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she being followed or not? One way to find out for sure.

At the next intersection, Heather made a right turn. Staying within the speed limit, she watched her rearview mirror. The vehicle with the mismatched headlights made the turn behind her. Okay, she thought, that’s one.

Heather approached the next intersection and made another right turn. Still within the speed limit, she again saw the other vehicle make the turn. Cool. That’s two. She was starting to feel nervous. Coincidence?

Reaching the next intersection, Heather made her third consecutive right turn. She felt sweat beading on her forehead as she watched the rearview. Once again the vehicle behind her made the turn. That’s three, she thought.

Heather approached the next intersection and once more made a right turn. She had circled the block, and was now back on the road she had been on when she first noticed the vehicle behind her. She watched her rearview. If whoever was back there also made the right turn, she would be sure that she was being followed. If that were the case, she would put the gas pedal to the floorboards and drive like hell to the nearest police station. She watched the rearview. She saw the vehicle approach the intersection and turn … left.

Heather sighed. Okay. Had this just been a case where whoever was driving that vehicle realized they were going in the wrong direction and circled the block to turn around? Or had they actually been following Heather and, realizing what she was doing, broke off? It seemed almost too coincidental that they should circle the same block as Heather unless they were following her. Still, it COULD be a coincidence. Either way, they were no longer behind her. She would stay doubly alert from now on. And she would damn sure watch for those mismatched headlights in the future.

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Heather stepped out of the shower and toweled off. It was nearly three months since she had heard from Slyguy123, and over two months since the incident with the vehicle with the mismatched headlights. Every day the memories of his threats had dimmed, receding into a mental distance. She was now convinced she had heard the last of him. The sick bastard had probably found some other woman to terrorize. It was time to get back to normal.

Heather enjoyed going to movies alone. She could relax and get into the stories without interruption or distraction. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband. She did. She just needed a little time to herself once in awhile, and going to a movie was certainly harmless enough.

Padding to the bedroom, Heather put on a black satin bra and panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled on black thigh-hi nylons. She enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie under her clothes. It made her feel pretty and desirable. It was almost an ego boost for her. Again, harmless enough. Heather put on a light blue silk blouse and buttoned it. She then pulled on a pair of navy blue slacks and pulled up the zipper. She finished the outfit with a pair of navy blue pumps.

After kissing her daughter good night and saying goodbye to her husband, Heather closed the front door behind her and walked to her car. She started the engine, moved the gearshift to “D”, and pulled into the street. It was a warm, clear night and traffic was light. She made it to the theater in less than fifteen minutes.

The theater had two parking areas, one in front and one in back. Although there were several parking spaces available in the front lot, Heather pulled around to the rear lot. She kept driving until she was at the far back end of the lot. There, she pulled into a space, moved the gearshift to “P”, and shut off the ignition.

Heather could have parked in front, but it was a little too … open … for her. She enjoyed smoking a joint to mellow out before going into the movie, and the back of the rear lot was the safest place for that. She took out the tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, placed it between her full lips, and lit it. Sucking the smoke deep into her lungs, she held it for several seconds before slowly exhaling.

Heather sat quietly, smoking her joint and letting her mind wander. Such a nice night. So relaxing. Finishing her smoke, she put the roach in the ashtray and closed it. She debated pulling the car to the front lot now, but rejected it. Such a nice night. She would enjoy the short walk to the theater. Getting out of the car, she made sure the doors were locked and started walking across the lot.

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It was quite dark when Heather left the movie theater. She had thoroughly enjoyed the show and felt completely relaxed as she walked across the moonlit parking lot. She was humming quietly to herself as she reached her car. What a beautiful night, she thought.

In the midst of her thoughts, Heather felt her blood run cold. She had heard a rustling in the bushes directly behind her car. She looked around quickly. She was alone in the rear lot. Suppose it was he? Suppose he had found her? Oh, God, why hadn’t she moved her car to the front lot after she finished her joint? Why had she been so stupid to leave it all the way back here?

“Who’s there?” she called out as she rummaged in her purse for her keys, but there was no response. Her hands trembled as she searched for the keys.

“I … I have a gun!” she called out as her eyes darted left and right. It was a lie, of course, but whoever was in the bushes wouldn’t know that. Maybe it would buy her enough time to get into the car and lock the doors. Her fingers trembling, she fumbled her keys and dropped them. She heard the rustling again as she grabbed her keys from the concrete and again tried to fit them in the lock. Her heart was racing and her breathing was rapid and shallow. Come on! Come on! Get the damned door unlocked!

And then, just as she got the key into the lock, she ran out of time. She felt terror race through her and her stomach constrict as the dark shape moved out of the bushes towards her. Her eyes bulged and she wanted to scream. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be!

The figure moved into the light. Head leaning to the side, tongue dangling from his mouth. She could hear him panting. Heather leaned against the car and tried to slow her breathing as she and the dog stared at each other. And then he turned and trotted away.

Damn! That scared the shit out of me, she thought. She felt silly now. Afraid of the dark, just like a little kid. That sick bastard had her jumping at shadows. She unlocked the car door a slid in behind the wheel. She put the keys in the ignition, but didn’t start the engine. She wanted to calm down before she tried driving. Unbelievable, to be so scared by ….

… hands grabbed her from behind. Over her shoulders and under her arms. She screamed as she felt herself being lifted from the seat, her back arching as she was pulled over the back of the seat. She continued screaming as she fell headfirst into the backseat of the car.

There were hands on her, forcing her over onto her back. She lashed out, trying to rake her fingernails across the eyes of her attacker. She felt a fist smash into her face and tasted blood in her mouth. Still she fought, flailing with arms and legs.

“Stop it! Don’t do this! Oh, God, HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one heard, no one came. She felt the hands break open the zipper on the front of her slacks. He grabbed the waistband of her slacks and panties and jerked them down over her thighs, then past her knees.

“Leave me ALONE! Oh PLEASE leave me alone!”

He pulled off her slacks and panties and threw them to the floor. Her legs free, she tried to kick him, but didn’t have the room in the cramped backseat of the car. He grabbed her blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Tearing her bra open, he pulled it and the remains of her blouse from her body and threw them to the floor with her slacks and panties. He threw himself on top of her, one hand grabbing a fist full of hair while the other grabbed one of her breasts and twisted cruelly.

“DON’T!” she screamed. “You’re HURTING me! Owwww! STOP it! Please STOP IT!”

He crushed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She gagged as the intruder forced it’s way deep into her mouth. She had her hands against his chest, trying to push him off of her, but he was too heavy. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart. Her body was twisting and squirming under him as she fought to escape.

He buried his face in her neck and she felt him snaking a hand between them. His hand went to her crotch, rubbing between the lips of her vagina. “Nuuhhh … oohhh … STOP!” she screamed as he jammed a finger up inside her. His mouth dropped to her breast and he viciously chewed on her nipple, sending waves of pain through her.

“DON’T! Oh please DON’T! You’re HURTING me!”

He was undoing his trousers, pulling out his cock as he prepared to rape her. She felt the fear and frustration raging through her. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

“Get OFF of me!” Heather screamed in vain. “Oh God, get OFF of me! You can’t DO this! You just CAN’T!”

She felt him pressing the head of his cock against her vagina. She dug her heels into the seat of the car, trying to get enough leverage to throw him off. She twisted and turned, pushed against his chest, tried to move her hips away from him. Nothing worked.

“Oh, no! Oh, please NO!” she begged as she felt him forcing her open, felt the head of his cock start to enter her. “No! I don’t … don’t want … you IN me! Let GO! Get … get OUT of me!”



He was fucking his way into her, driving deeper with each thrust of his hips. She hadn’t been ready, hadn’t been aroused, and the penetration was painful. Heather felt as if her insides were being torn open as he pounded farther and farther into her. Tears burned her cheeks as the reality of what was happening sunk in.

“No! Don’t! PLEASE … don’t! No! … No! … NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Heather arched her back and screamed in pain as he finally drove the full length of his shaft into her body. “Oh, God, please STOP it! nuuhhh … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Get … get … OUT of … of me! P-please! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

He was driving into her brutally, viciously. His hands roamed over her body, twisting and squeezing. Heather continued fighting, squirming and kicking, trying to push him away. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She ground her teeth. She felt the perspiration beading on her body. She cried out in pain each time he impaled her.

“No … more! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … P-please … no … MORE! … nuuhhh … It … HURTS! … Oh God! … It … h-hurts!” Heather pleaded futilely. The animal on top of her didn’t care if he hurt her. He enjoyed hurting her. He drove into her repeatedly with long, hard strokes, using his cock as a weapon against her.

It was so dark that Heather still hadn’t been able to make out the features of her rapist. Could it be him? Could Slyguy123 have actually found her? Terror swept through her at the thought. If this were someone else, if this was a rapist who had just randomly selected Heather, then he would probably use her and leave. If it were Slyguy123, though … he would use her,and use her, and use her, and finally kill her. Oh, God please don’t let it be he! Please not him!

Please help me. They’ve left me alone-for now. But they’ll be back. And they’ll do something even worse, even more horrible. I don’t know how that’s possible, after all they’ve done to me, to my body. But I know they’ll find a way. Find something even more terrible to drive into my pussy, to shove cruelly ups my bleeding ass. Please help me.

I am so ashamed. So humiliated. He seemed so nice, you know? Trainer at the gym, handsome, buff, funny. David. His name is David. Gentle in his guidance, his hand on my waist sending tingles through my body. I wanted him. Oh, dear God, I did, I wanted him. How was I to know he wanted me in this terrible way?

Oh, this hurts so badly! Dildos shoved inside me, filling me, stretching me so painfully. David says I’ll thank him for the stretching. Oh, please help me.

It was just a normal day, you know? I’m a schoolteacher. I was a schoolteacher. I’m a “fuck toy” now. That’s what they tell me. What they laugh as they force their cocks into me. A schoolteacher, 5th grade. I left the school, went to the home to visit my grandma, then came to the gym late to avoid the crowd. I always come in late, leave at closing. A normal day. Did my routine, David there, attentive, so very attractive. Smiling. He always smiled when he looked at me. He still does.

After my workout, I hit the sauna. Towel open, leaning back, eyes closed. So impressed with myself, with my body. Touching my breasts-I’ve always thought they were too big, but others seem to like them. 34D. Touching my pussy just a little-clean shaven, soft. Ready to pull the towel shut should anyone come in, though I knew no one would. I drowsed, drifted.

Time to leave. I stood, pulled my towel around me, and reached for the door. Locked? Oh, no. I began tugging, calling out. Panic rising as my cries went unanswered. Sweating, shaking-what if they’d left for the night? Time passing, feeling faint. Would I die in here? Dear Jesus, I wish I had.

Then the door opening, strong arms lifting me from the floor. Being laid out-massage table? Weight bench? I couldn’t tell. Cool air on my bare skin. David? David. Thank goodness. My arms being pulled above my head, what was he doing? Tying me? Tying me! I struggled weakly, mumbled his name as my arms were securely bound. My head lolled over the edge as I struggled to lift it As he dragged my legs to the sides of the table, pulled my hips to the very edge of the table, commenced binding them, I began to grasp what was going on. Began to struggle. He was silent, focused, forcing my legs, one at a time, down. Securing them. I looked at him for the first time, my vision still blurred. His expression so distant. I screamed thinly.

He didn’t even look at me. Just reached into a drawer and pulled out-what was that? I didn’t know at first. He walked around the table, grasped my head, and forced my jaws open. So strong. Where was everyone, why wasn’t anyone helping me? A metal ring was forced behind my teeth, stretching my mouth open wide. Then a leather strap, something slipping through the ring and into my mouth. I was silenced. I began to cry. But, God forgive me, I was a little aroused, too. His body, so built, tanned muscle moving smoothly as he walked around me, surveying his work, examining me. I thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I actually started to get wet. Oh, I hate myself for that.

He walked away, I couldn’t see him. What was he doing? And then the door opened, and I heard, I realized. More men, many men. Oh, no! I began to struggle wildly, writhing against my bonds. Hands grabbing, squeezing.

“Let’s have some order here,” David spoke with authority, “I told you all how this is going to go down-it’s going to be on film, so let’s do it right.” The men backed off, and David began giving instructions.

“You, Mike-her head. You hard? Good-wait until I tell you take it out. Don’t take your pants off, just slide them down to your thighs when I say go, okay? Remember the camera down there.” The man stood above my face, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I shook my head fiercely. No, this wasn’t happening!

“Steve, you in her cunt, wait for it. Just take your spot-you hard? Okay then. When I say go, unzip, pants around ANKLES, okay? There’s a camera right below you-don’t be nervous, we just want a good shot of you slamming into her, you good with that?” This man moved to stand between my legs, the crotch of his jeans just brushing my smooth pussy. He nodded, smiling.

“Free for all on the tits-who wants to mount up and fuck her tits? Need someone tall with strong legs-goanna be a job staying up there, don’t want any mistakes.” A man stepped forward-black, built. David looked him over, then nodded his approval. “Perfect, take your clothes off–now, I need everyone else to back off a bit, take your dicks out. Stroke ‘em, keep ‘em hard, but don’t cum.”

I moaned, pulled at the straps holding me in place for them. David moved through the room, turning on cameras, aiming, focusing. Then turned them on, one after the other.

“Go.”

Hands on my head, strap being pulled off. I began to scream wildly, whipping my head back and forth. The man wrapped his hands in my hair, held my head still. His cock pushed past my lips, I was helpless to stop it. In my mouth, salty. I shrieked around it, he laughed.

“Deeper, Mike-pull her head down further toward the floor, it’ll open up her throat,” David spoke like a teacher to a student, “I need you all the way in, so your balls are hitting her nose, you’re completely buried in her face, okay? And remember, to pull out almost all the way between strokes so the camera under can catch that full stroke. Vary it-fast, slow. Do some wiggling, the camera loves that. And make sure you come in her mouth, start in the throat then pulls forward so she chokes AND we get a money shot, some cum dribbling out. Got it?”

Mike nodded, yanked my head down toward the floor. He drove his cock deeper into my throat. I couldn’t breath, his pubic hair up my nose, my throat stretched so tight. I fought, gagging, my throat working to push him out. Oh, God, please, let me breathe! He pulled slowly back, and I drew a desperate breath before he pushed back in.

“Okay, Steve, pants down, fuck her. I want this hard, deep, and fast. Bottom out every time, really work her-hard enough that her tits are dancing, okay? Keep your hands on her hips so they don’t block the camera. And don’t get her ready-dry fucks get the best motion.”

And then a huge cock, pressing, forcing. Tearing me, oh, it hurt so bad! I screamed around the cock in my mouth, my back arched, my hips bucked against my will. I knew it was what they wanted, but oh, it hurt!!

And then the fucking. Hard, slamming me, his huge cock grinding in again and again, pummelling my cervix, my breasts jumping up and down with his vicious thrusts. Over and over he ripped into me, driving me forward so my face was fucking the swollen tool in my mouth. I gagged, writhed, choked.

“Okay, slow it down-long, slow strokes, hold inside for a few seconds-this is for both of you. Looking for good stills here,” David was pacing, watching my rape from all angles, analysing. “Okay, you-up on the table. Straddle her, put some of this oil between her tits, and fuck them hard.” He frowned as he handed over the bottle of oil, “Don’t cum until I tell you to-let me know when you are close.” The black man nodded, climbed up on my belly. His cock was giant, uncut. I was actually glad he was on my breasts and not inside me. Hot oil on my breasts, slathered between them. Then forced roughly together, his cock brushing my throat with every stroke.

Triple fucked, breasts, face, and pussy. I kept struggling-there had to be some way out of this. By my count, there were a dozen, at least. I had to escape!

“Okay, one minute!” David called out, looking at his watch, “I want you all to cum in one minute!” The thrusting became frenzied, wild, the men grunting and groaning as they fucked me. The cock in my mouth driving in and out as it fucked my face furiously, balls slapping my nose, belly pushing into my chin. The tool in my pussy slammed into me, bruising my insides with it are hammering. The man on my breasts heaved, moaned loudly as his climax approached. And then the man fucking my face came-my throat constricted as the waves of hot, sour spunk flooded my mouth. I gagged, choked as it threatened to drown me. I worked my throat, struggling to swallow the endless stream of cum. He pulled out, spewing the last of his jizz on my lips, my chin. I began to cry again as it trickled from my mouth, up my nose.

“Clear!” The huge black man laughed as his cum flew, glob after glob of thick, hot juice splattering my throat, my jaw, and my breasts. He kept thrusting, kept cumming. It ran down my chest, puddled at the hollow of my collar bones. I was soaked in his spew. I moaned, my throat rebelling at the heavy, horrible taste of cum.

“Oh, yeah!” I felt the cock in my pussy twitching, swelling. Oh, no, not inside me, please! I began to scream, my hips bucking anew, trying to dislodge him before he could erupt inside me. I don’t want to be pregnant, please, God, please don’t get me pregnant! He exploded, spraying my insides with his cum. Heat spread through me as he emptied, but his thrusts continued until he was limp. He slid out of me, wiped his cock on my thigh. I felt his hot cum oozing out of me, running across my rectum.

“Oh, there we go-sweet.” David’s voice, husky, deep. “Okay, next up!”

I began to struggle blindly. No more, Jesus, no more! My hips wiggled and jumped to avoid the impaling to come, my head whipped back and forth violently. But there was no escape-the man at my head drove brutally into me, I was gagging, choking, filled again.

“Okay, Ron, I’m going to untie her legs now-you need to be quick, grab them behind the knees, force them down toward her chest, okay? No tit fucking this time-I want to get some good cunt shots-you have her legs, you can really slam into her.”

My legs unbound, one at a time, muscles cramping hatefully. I kicked in vain as he forced my legs back, raising my hips, exposing my reddening pussy and cum covered rectum. My skin jumped as I felt him prodding, his swollen cock pushing, seeking, then driving into me. I writhed, my hips moving, back arching. My struggles drove him deep into me, and a low murmur of appreciation spread through the crowd of men waiting their turn. I was NOT going to submit quietly, I was NOT going to go limp and let them fuck on me. Oh, if I’d only known then . . .

“Tom, I want you to push as deep into her throat as you can, then hold it there-I want NO air passing, okay? That’s where the real animalistic writhing is going to come from-folks love that. Don’t worry if she dies-more sluts who’d give their eyeteeth to fuck their trainer out there.” Tears of shame as I listened, knew. “And Ron? She may piss on you, can you handle that? The longer she goes without air, the more likely it is. Looks great on camera. You okay with that?” I can only assume the man nodded. He continued to fuck me, drawing almost completely out, then slamming back into me, making my belly cramp, my pussy lips raw. And then the huge cock in my mouth driving deeper, deeper, all the way into my throat-and holding. Moving side to side a bit to maintain the stimulation, but not pulling out at all. I couldn’t breathe. Oh, God, I couldn’t breathe!

My throat worked madly, constricting, spasming around his distended manhood. The man moaned at the working my throat was giving him. I was dying-please, just let me breathe! I struggled to pull back, to move my head even a little, but his hands tangled in my hair kept my face impaled on his dick, my face crushed against his pubic hairs. My chest tightening, my belly jumping, I began to writhe wildly, hips rising and falling, jerking side to side. I bucked harder and harder-the man in my pussy didn’t even have to move, my body was fucking him on its own. The rising burn in my belly, my bladder, and then I lost control. Urine flowing out of me as my struggles weakened. I was going to pass out, I was going to die. Hot piss squirting with every jerk of my hips, every thrust that drove the cock in my pussy deeper.

“Okay, pull back.”

The hateful tool in my mouth pulled back, resting in my mouth as I dragged air in, gasping, choking.

“Now in again.”

Again, I couldn’t breathe. Again the giant blocked my airway dick. I began to struggle again, but I had no strength. I felt my bladder empty, felt the steaming urine run across my rectum. Oh, God, just kill me if that’s what you’re going to do!

I guess I passed out. When I awoke, I was tied to a hook in the ceiling, my legs held apart by a bar run between them, ankles secured, bar chained to a ring in the floor. I could barely reach the floor, tip toes supporting me, protecting my bruised wrists. Cold water, icy cold, hosing me down. I lifted my head, dragged my eyes up-David. David with a hose, spraying me, washing their cum and my own piss off me. My mouth was bound again, gag in place. My eyes were huge, tear filled, pleading.

“Ah, sweetheart, I don’t feel a damned bit sorry for you, so stop with the doe eyes,” David laughed as he trained the brutal spray on my clit, making my hips jump in pain, pleasure, and surprise. “Funny thing is, you still want me. You whore, you’d fuck me blind right now if I let you.”

Then David stepped in close, a bar of lye soap in his hand. He thrust it between my legs, roughly scrubbing my sore, raw pussy. The pain was beyond intense, It burned, was agonizing. I screamed behind the gag, body jerked and twisted to escape as he used a finger to push some of the caustic suds into my pussy. My cries became animal grunts as he began to fuck me with his burning finger. No escape. No escape.

Then the hose pushed into my pussy, blasting me clean. I was grateful for the violation, as it carried away the burning soap. David laughed at my moans of relief. And then he left me. Hanging.

When he returned, My body was dry. He hummed a tune as he reached into his pocket and pulled out clamps. I struggled as he moved in close, captured first one breast, then the other, affixing the hateful, sharply toothed clamps to my nipples. I screamed, tried to twist away. And then he knelt before me even as I writhed from the nipple torture, affixed another to my clit. Oh, Jesus, oh, it hurt so badly! My hips convulsed, twitching uncontrollably as I grunted and gasped. He stood back, admired his handiwork, then walked away. I struggled, writhed, my feet and calves cramping, agonized as I fought to support my weight. I must have passed out again.

I awoke surrounded, cameras set up, the crowd of men waiting. I moaned as the pain made its way to my brain. David speaking, giving instructions, but I couldn’t understand his words. But I understood the pressure against my ass, the hot, solid cock pushing even as another drove into my angry, raw pussy. I began to struggle, squirming to escape the ass fucking I knew was coming. I had never. Never.

I squealed as my anus was torn open, the gag muffling my cries. Deeper, deeper he thrust, until he was totally buried in my virgin ass, lifting me off the floor. Their thrusts were choreographed, staggered, first one, then the other. The pressure on the thin membrane separating them was agonizing-it felt as though they would split me open. As they approached orgasm, their thrusting became less organized, more frantic. I was bounced between them, thrown back and forth, impaled first in front, then in back. The man in my pussy began twisting the clamps on my breasts, and I tensed, writhed with each tortuous tweak. His slamming into my pussy yanked the clamp on my clit back and forth, and I screamed with it even as my body responded, my pussy began to lubricate.

“Cunt’s getting wet!” He crowed as he drilled into me, faster, faster. My breasted jiggled madly, aching as they rose and fell with the battering strokes. I screamed continuously, not just out of pain, but also out of shame at my body’s betrayal. Oh, I wanted to die. I still do.

And then they came-shouting, laughing as their throbbing cocks began to twitch, swell, and then spew their burning loads into my bleeding holes. Hot spreading through me, pressure as they filled me. Pulling out, they laughed as their spunk mingled in pink rivers down my bruised thighs. I began to cry yet again.

David unhooked the chain holding the leg bar to the floor, and I felt hopeful-for a moment. Then he hoisted the bar up and attached it to the same hook holding my wrists. I was dangling, pussy and ass wide open, dripping with cum. I struggled, hips moving violently. I don’t even know what I thought it would accomplish, only that I had to get away. I had to get away, please . . .

And then I was being lowered-helpless to avoid the elephantine cock that was waiting below. A man, huge, freakish, laying on his back, smiling. Waiting for me to be lowered onto him, impaled by him. I groaned, screamed, grunted as I thrashed in vain. The stiff, unyielding tip pressing against my ass, then ripping into me. Deeper, deeper-he was 12 inches at least, and he was soon buried to the hilt in my bowels. Oh, the agony, I squirmed, trying to dislodge him. I was stuck, literally hung up, unable to escape the stabbing of his tool in my belly. Another knelt before me, thrust viciously into my soaking pussy. Again the clamp tore at my clit, pulled it back and forth hatefully as the men thrust, rammed into me. And then a hand in my hair, yanking my head to the side, gag removed and immediately replaced with another cock. Tears of pain and horror coursed down my cheeks as I was choked, fucked, filled. Cocks twitching, filling me, my throat coated in more cum. I began to drift. It’s mostly a blur, really-gagging, struggling, being shaken with the thrusts of cock after cock.

And now here I am. Hog tied, Freakishly huge dildos in my ass, my pussy. I remember David pushing them into me, telling me I’d be thankful for the stretching, it would help me to accommodate what was to come. What? What are they going to do to me next? Please, help me! Please, just help me. Or kill me. But please, let it end. Oh, God, what’s that? The door, the door opening, the light stabbing my eyes. Who is it? What are they are going to do, please, no, just leave me alone!

The horrible nightmare began one Saturday when Julie decided to go jogging through a remote section of forest just outside of town. Normally, she performed this early morning ritual through her neighbourhood, but it was the height of the Summer, and she had the urge to get away from the traffic and smog. It was that fateful decision that led to the most horrifying day of her life, a day she would always remember. She wore her usual attire that morning – a grey tank top, cropped just above her midriff, a sports bra, windbreaker jacket, and a pair of tiny white jogging shorts that showed off her long, beautiful legs quite nicely. Her blonde hair was tied neatly into a pony tail. Like most women, Julie was never satisfied with her figure and she committed herself to a strict routine of morning jogs and weekly aerobics. The fact was, she looked really good. At 5′ 6″ , she had a very slender, ‘Barbie doll’ figure, with long golden hair that fell loosely over her shoulders and down her lower back. Her breasts were not very large, but they had the round youthful appearance of a seventeen year old. But it was her legs that were the most striking. They were well-toned and athletic, yet still very femine-looking. Julie was never shy about showing them off. Quite often, she would go to work wearing a dress suit with the hem of her skirt cut no less than six inches above her knees. A slit up the side revealed just a hint of upper thigh whenever she sat down and crossed her knees. She wore no hosiery of any kind, she didn’t have to with her beautiful almond complexion. A pair of black high heals capped off the sexy, but professional look that drew long stares from men as she walked by. Julie parked her jeep at a trailhead just off the main road. The only other vehicle nearby was a black Chevy Blazer. She did her usual stretching then began jogging slowly down the hiking path. About a half a mile into her run, Julie saw a man walking toward her on the trail, no doubt the owner of the Blazer she saw earlier. He looked clean cut, about 6′ 10″ , good build, with nicely chiselled features, dark hair and eyes. When the man saw her he smiled and said, ” Good morning.” Julie smiled back as she approached him, not noticing the two other men crouching in the brush nearby. Suddenly he jumped in front of her and before Julie could react, one of the other men grabbed her ponytail and jerked her head backwards. He literally pulled her to the ground by her hair. Julie was so startled, she didn’t think to scream or even try to get away. When she tried to get up, one of the men took hold of both her elbows from behind and forced her to sit back down on the cold ground. The man holding her was very rough-looking. He had a bald head and tattoos on both arms. Her windbreaker slid down her shoulders as he squeezed her elbows together. ” What the HELL are you doing?” Julie hoped the tone of her voice would scare them off. The dark haired man glanced around and said, ” Looks like, whatever the HELL we want to.” His eyes dropped down to her legs. ” Yeah, it’s just you and us,” the man with the tattoos added. Her third abductor was well over 6 feet tall and, unlike the other two, he said very little, but watched her intently like a predator sizing up its prey. For some reason this one scared her the most. Julie knew now that her worst fear was about to become a reality. Her heart was beating like a drum against her chest. Desperately she began to fight with them, but her efforts were only rewarded with a sharp kick to the pit of her stomach. ” We got to get her off the trail!” They pulled Julie up and forced her through the heavy brush. She tried to scream, but the big man immediately placed his hand over her mouth to silence her. They brought her to a small clearing where the tattooed man punched her in the right temple with his fist and sent her reeling to the ground. The hit was so hard it almost knocked her out. ” Careful man, I don’t want her face messed up.” ” The hell with her face, I wanna see this bitches tits,” and he yanked Julie’s arms over her head so hard it felt like they were going to be pulled out of their sockets. One of them took off her jogging shoes and held her ankles while the other two pulled off her tank top. Julie’s head was swimming. So much was happening at once, her mind couldn’t keep up with it. The dark haired one knelt over her, and without saying a word, held a large knife over her chest, then slipped the blade under her sports bra and began cutting until it snipped apart. The sudden rush of cool air on Julie’s naked breasts made her nipples hard. ” Her tits aren’t very big are they?” ” I bet she’s a good FUCK though.” ” Yeah, lets have a look at the rest of her.” Julie felt the dry, dead leaves crunch beneath her body as they turned her over face down. Her arms were still pinned above her head, and one pull of her ankles stretched her body taut. Someone placed his knee into the small of her back, and she cried out in pain when he leaned into her. Julie lay there helplessly as they jerked and pulled at her jogging shorts, then her panties, until she was stripped completely naked. They turned her back over and all three of them stopped and stared when they saw her shaved pussy for the first time. Julie had begun removing her pubic hair just recently, even the area around her asshole. The sight of her smooth cleft always turned her boyfriend on and she found that it actually increased her sensitivity during their lovemaking. Now it only added to her humiliation, and to the excitement of her captors. ” Wow, I’ve never seen a woman with a shaved pussy before! Did you do this for us, sweetheart?” ” Of course she did, man, this bitch REALLY wants it!” ” Let’s tie her up.” They dragged her by the arms along the rough ground to some nearby trees. Julie knew there was little chance of anyone helping her out here, but she had to try, so she screamed again, this time at the top of her lungs. ” Shut the fuck up, Bitch!” The tattooed man kicked her in the side of the stomach so hard it knocked the breath out of her. ” This’ll keep her quiet,” and the dark haired one stuffed a rag into her mouth. They tied a rope around each wrist and fastened them to a tree so that her arms were stretched outward above her head. By now, Julie was overcome with shock. She only made a weak attempt to fight them off this time, and that resulted in another sharp kick to her side. They tied more rope to each of her ankles and pulled her legs up in the air. She closed her eyes shut and tried to hold back the tears as they secured each ankle to a tree branch above. Now, with her legs raised and spread apart, her crotch was fully exposed, giving the three men complete access to her naked pussy. They stepped back a from her, apparently to admire their handiwork. Julie couldn’t see them, but she could feel their unblinking eyes tracing every curve of her body, filling their evil minds with memories that would bring them both stiffness and relief in years to come. They mumbled to each other, as though trying to decide what to do next. Several long moments passed before they appeared within her view. Then Julie’s heart jumped when she heard their zippers go down. She was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. The tattooed man approached her first. His big, sweaty cock was already hard. He slipped in between her open thighs and positioned it against her shaved cleft. Julie tried to pull away, but he just laughed. Then, with one quick thrust, he forced the whole length of his shaft into her helpless pussy. Julie screamed into her gag. She had never been fucked dry before and the pain was excruciating. He pulled back, then drove it in again, and again, as he relished the feel of her tight cunt. It seemed to go on forever, his beating hips continued to slam her, each time with more force. Julie had no choice but to lift her buttocks up and accommodate him, in the hope of easing the pain of his savage thrusting. Then finally, his lean body tensed and he gave her one last push. Julie could feel his hot cum filling her sore vagina like burning lava. He withdrew his softening cock out of her and smiled, ” Did that hurt? I don’t see why, it sure felt good to me.” It was the dark haired man’s turn next. Before Julie could relax, he placed his eager cock against her pussy and began rubbing it up and down her tender, pink folds. ” You like this don’cha, baby!” Julie groaned helplessly as he plunged into her at full force. He ran his hands over her breasts and played with her nipples, then reached between her legs and pinched her clit. Several minutes passed, then he too, shot a load of hot cum into her body. ” I guess you’re a whore now.” He smirked while zipping up his pants. ” Two down, one to go!” The tattooed man cheered on. Julie barely noticed the big man as he approached her. The pain and shock of the ordeal had drained her strength and weakened her spirit. The only chance she had now was to lay there quietly and hope they would be done with her soon. Then Julie looked at the big man standing just behind her outstretched legs and her eyes widened in horror when she saw his monstrous 12 inch cock. ” There’s no way that thing will fit inside me!” She thought. The other two men untied her ankles. ” Relax babe,” one of them said, ” it shouldn’t feel so bad now that we loosened you up a little.” The two men pulled her long, slender legs apart until they were almost perpendicular with her body. Julie could feel the pain shoot down the backs of her limbs as her body tried to adjust to this new position. Then they leaned forward on her legs so that her ass was lifted off the ground. Her gaping pussy now stood out in plain view between her outstretched thighs. Never before, had Julie felt so vulnerable. The big man pressed the head of his massive cock between her swollen folds. Julie struggled desperately but the other two men had a firm grip on her legs. Then with some difficulty, he forced his cock in little by little into her pussy. Julie screamed and jerked helplessly. It felt like her insides were going to split apart. Her cries only seemed to encourage him more as he worked the entire length of his 12″ shaft deep into her vaginal tract. Julie had never felt anything so big inside her before. She wanted to beg for him to stop, but the gag frustrated any attempts to speak. He began to pump her slowly, in and out, until he got a rhythm going. Julie tried to relax but the quivering walls of her vagina kept pulling and clutching at the intruder. He grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and pulled them close to his so he could fuck her harder. The big man’s endurance was incredible. He was hammering her body violently now and Julie could actually feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix. He never took his eyes off her the whole time, as though he seemed to enjoy watching her suffer more than performing the act itself. Suddenly the big man closed his eyes and squeezed her hips tighter, and she felt the muscles and veins in his massive organ working inside her, pumping what seemed like an endless supply of hot semen into her body. ” She’s fulla hot piss now!” The tattooed man said. Julie lay there motionless, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as they re-tied her ankles to the tree. She hoped it was over now… she didn’t care if they left her bound like she was, as long as they left. But they didn’t. Instead they settled down in the leaves and smoked a cigarette. Julie couldn’t believe what was happening, they just sat there, laughing and joking. She couldn’t tell what they were saying, but there was no doubt the conversation was about her. Then one of them mentioned ” taking’ a leak” and all three got up and went into the woods. This was her chance. Julie knew they hadn’t gone far, so she had little time to lose. Her arms were still stretched over her head and tied to each tree. The knots were behind her wrists, so there was no chance of reaching them with her fingers. The frustration was maddening. She tried her best to work her wrists out of the ropes but the knots were too tight. Then she heard the crunching of leaves coming from the woods – they were returning. Julie closed her eyes and lay still, hoping not to draw any attention back to her. She couldn’t help but tense up when they approached and stood over her. They loosened the knots around her ankles and pulled on them so that her ass was lifted well-off the ground. Then the man with the tattoos slipped underneath her while the other two lowered her down on top of him and tightened the knots. She could feel his hard, naked body underneath her now, her buttocks pressed firmly against his sweaty thighs. He took hold of her butt cheeks with his hands and spread them apart. Julie tried to mentally prepare herself for, yet another attack on her pussy by this brute, when suddenly, she felt the growing pressure of his cockhead against her open asshole. ” No.. please not there!” Her mind screamed out. Julie tried to fight off the invasion by twisting and turning her body, but it was no use. She felt a sharp pain in her ass as he slipped the head of his cock into her puckered hole. Julie never experience sex like this before. The sensation was very new to her, and even more unpleasant than what she’d been forced to endure so far. ” Aw man! This bitch is tight!” Julie screamed into her gag. The pain in her asshole was so intense she almost fainted. Her body tried to push his cock out, but he kept forcing it in. He reached up and grabbed her breasts for a better hold. Julie wanted to bring her arms down but the ropes held them in place. Finally, her body gave in, and he shoved the entire length of his shaft into her anal canal. Then the big made his move, and before Julie knew it, he was pushing her legs apart and forcing his huge cock in and out of her cum-soaked pussy. The tattooed man began to move his cock slowly opposite him. Julie felt both cocks working inside her now, rubbing against each other through the thin layer between her two canals. She tried to wiggle away, but it only made the pain worse. The big man grabbed her hips and the other tightened his hold on her aching breasts as they continued their assault on her body from both ends. Just when Julie thought she had experienced the worst, the dark haired man lay down beside her and pulled off her gag. ” Ya ever been fucked three ways, baby?” Before Julie could say anything, he pushed his cock against her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but he grabbed the sides of her face with both hands. ” You’re gonna give me a blowjob, Bitch,” he said, ” and you’re gonna do like you want it or I’ll cut your throat.” By now Julie was so traumatized, she barely heard what he said. But she felt herself open her mouth and let his rubbery cockhead pass between her lips. ” Now suck on it, baby, suck it good, like your life depends on it.” Julie sucked his cock as he thrust it in and out of her mouth with ease. ” Use your tongue, baby….” She obeyed and ran her tongue along his long, bumpy shaft. Then he pushed the entire length into her mouth. Julie almost choked when she felt the tip of it touching the back of her throat. Looking up, she saw him grinning down at her with smug satisfaction. Julie’s helpless body was now being violated in every way possible. She didn’t know how much time had passed before the tattooed man’s cock began to pump and throb inside her asshole. He gripped her breasts so tight, it felt like he was going to tear them off. ” Aw man…. here it comes, baby!” She felt his warm load fill her ass. This seemed to excite the dark haired man even more, and he began to pump her mouth faster and harder. Julie felt faint from shock and lack of oxygen. Then he spilled his cum deep into her throat and she had no choice but to swallow all of it. She was coughing and gasping when he pulled his softening cock out of her mouth. The big man was still hard and work on her pussy. His huge cock hammered upwards, almost jerking her up off the ground with the force of a pile-driver. Sweat from his forehead began to drip down onto her flat belly. The tattooed man freed himself of her asshole, but still maintained his hold on her. ” Do’er in the ass, man!” Julie screamed. The big man pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her asshole. Julie screamed again, the pressure down there was unbearable. His hips pounded into her asscheeks unmercifully until she felt his warm semen gush into the deepest recesses of her anal canal. Then Julie fainted. When she finally woke up, it was raining. Her bonds had been cut and she was lying face down with her arms and legs spread-eagled on the wet earth. Every muscle in her body ached terribly and her insides felt loose from the constant penetration she had to endure earlier. Julie lay still and looked around to make sure her captors were gone, then she slowly gathered her clothes and got dressed. Eventually, the wounds healed, the men were caught and prosecuted, and the rape coinciding helped ease the trauma, but, even today, Julie still cannot bring herself to go into the woods alone.

The End