Faithless - May/June Community Contest

[AdmiralPiet]

Teaser: As soon as she closed the door the hairs on her neck rose. Something wasn’t right. The floor behind her creaked and before she could act strong arms grabbed her in a bear hug. Instinctively she started hollering and kicking, before she even processed what was happening.

“Keep still and be quiet!” a raspy mans voice screamed at her. In response she shrieked even louder and started kicking. With the flashlight on the floor she could only see vague shapes but she managed to land a hit.

“Argh. Godammit you fucking bitch!”
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Faithless
Author: AdmiralPiet
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My entry for the May/June Community Contest contest
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Faithless

„Fuck!“
Melanie angrily kicked the empty jerry can before she took a last look around the tool shed. With her house being located quite a bit outside of town and a generally weak power grid she had become used to resorting to her gas powered generator. But this time she had made a mistake. She had less gas left than she thought, and the power outage lasted longer than expected.

Damn the governor! The grid has had problems for years. But in the 15 months since the election experts and people actually working in the field had spoken up louder and louder that he needed to act.

However: There were way more pressing problems plaguing his state than the grid. It was of utmost importance to address the bullshit discussion of bible claims versus evolution biology. Preach “family values” while committing adultery, fight the evil power of pronouns or claim that everything bad happening in the state was due to immigrants.

You might be onto something there, Governor Walter HEINRICHS, and Vice-Governor Anna KOWALSKY! Maybe some immigrants are indeed bad!

He might have been even more of a failed human being that the idiot president. How Melanie had ever supported any of the conservative politics was something she would ask herself for the rest of her life.

Latest news was that it would be another 24 to 48 hours before power was restored. It was 11:48 pm. Melanie decided she would go to bed and drive into town tomorrow to get gas. To late to do it now, too much work syphoning it from her car.

She took her flashlight and walked back into the house. As soon as she closed the door the hairs on her neck rose. Something wasn’t right. The floor behind her creaked and before she could act strong arms grabbed her in a bear hug. Instinctively she started hollering and kicking, before she even processed what was happening.

“Keep still and be quiet!” a raspy mans voice screamed at her. In response she shrieked even louder and started kicking. With the flashlight on the floor she could only see vague shapes but she managed to land a hit.

“Argh. Godammit you fucking bitch!”

The arms around her gripped her tighter, making it hard to draw breath. A big gloved hand smothered her mouth and nose.
“Be quiet!”
This second man’s voice was more calm, but also more menacing. She could feel is breath on her ear.
“Be quiet and you will get out of this”

Melanie still tried to fight but without air her resistance quickly withered away. The man held her until she calmed down and started seeing stars. She bucked involuntary in his grip, desperate for air. Would she die now? She collapsed to the floor as he finally released her. The fight was out of her for the moment.

A 360° degree battery lamp on the living room table bathed the room in cold white light. The men acted quickly. They took off her shoes, put leather cuffs round her wrists and attached them to each other. Melanie could now take a first look at her assailants. Dressed in all black, with gloves and masks and even sunglasses to hide their eyes.

“Please, take whatever you want” Melanie pleaded. After the initial shock fear kept her subdued. Both men carried knives on their belts, one had an electro-shocker, the other a gun.

“Oh, we will, don’t worry about that.” The big burly man that held her earlier said with a chuckle while rummaging through a bag “But didn’t I order you to be quiet?”
He produced a red ball gag and gave it to his slimmer companion.
Melanies eyes widened in shock “No please!” she said, barely above a whisper. “I will be quiet. No one will hear anyway”

“Better safe than sorry”
The silicone of the red ball pressed against her lips. The chemical stench of freshly unwrapped synthetics filled her nose. The burly man drew his knife and Melanie opened up without much fuss. She wanted to act. Every fibre in her demanded fight or flight. But with her eyes fixated on his bowie-knife she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

After the gag was buckled tight the man with the raspy voice pulled her up to her feet. Both men were much bigger than her, and much stronger. He lifted her like a doll. She didn’t have a chance before, and even less so now with her hands bound.

“She does have a mean kick” the man behind her said. Melanie squealed as the other pulled her sweat pants down. She had no intention of kicking again, but with her pants around her ankles it was impossible. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, she started to sweat all over despite the cool night. She felt very vulnerable with just a t-shirt and her panties on.

“Now, let’s talk business” the bigger man said after sheathing his knife. “What is the job of the Electoral College?”
WHAT?!?

The question came so much out of left field Melanie couldn’t even process it and just stared at him with a blank expression.

“Rethorical question of course” he said “I know, that YOU don’t know, so let me tell you: It is to enact the will of the American people”

No, its task is to elect the President and Vice-President

“So you might understand that I was mighty surprised when I read on the news that a certain Miss Melanie Keast did not do that”

Melanie was shocked and suddenly felt very weak in the knees. He was right and wrong at the same time. Yes, she did not cast her vote according to the ballot she herself was voted on. But she didn’t have to. Neither state nor federal law required her to do that. And she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had always considered herself center, leaning to conservative, but in the last two years her perspective had changed bit by bit. When time came to cast her vote she just couldn’t bring herself to cast it for the biggest moron in the country. And it didn’t matter one bit. The result was the same.

“So, after you thought it prudent to fuck the american people we decided to return the favour”

You are mad!

Despite her fear and the threat of the knifes she started to squirm and cry. The man behind her gripped her much tighter but the pain barely registered. They couldn’t mean it! This was just a very bad joke. It had to be as no one would be that deranged to seek revenge on a single faithless elector, no one…

The big man pulled her T-shirt up to expose her breast. She was not wearing a bra, her nipples had grown very stiff by now.
“Yippee-ki-yay! I was sure they would look good, but damn Ms. Keast. That’s a lost career in porn right there. Nice feel too”

He groped Melanies well-shaped and heavy tits roughly for a while before he said: “Ok, here’s how its gonna be. You be nice, do as you’re told and we will be nice. We don’t want to hurt ourselves on a dry cunt… Hey! Are you listening?”

Melanie had continued to squirm around but now he made her scream into her gag as he brutally twisted her nipples around. “Listen!” Another twist, another scream. Melanie was intent to obey, putting all attention on him.
“Good. Now, if you play along we will use some lube, we even got a vibrator for you. We just have a fuck, and then we leave you alone. Keep squirming and fighting and we take you dry and use pliers on your nipples. So will you play along?”

There was no reason to believe them. Why would they be gentle with her after invading her home and assaulting her with the end goal of revenge? But she was certain if she didn’t go along they would definitely hurt her more. So, in between sobs she nodded.

The man behind her let go of her. Half naked, crying and shivering she just stood there. Both men moved around her. Through her haze of tears she noticed two things different about them beside their stature. The burly one had an eagle patch sewn onto his shoulder, the other a star. Eagle and Star. Laying it on thick.

Your friend Stripe around too?

Her shirt was cut up by the knifes. She let it happen. Afterward she had to walk into the kitchen and bend over the table. She was ordered to spread her legs, and it needed all her willpower to do so. More leather cuffs came out of the bags and her ankles got fixed to the table legs.

Eagle gave her ass a hard grope and moved in between her legs. Melanie squirmed some more. She hated every second of it.
“I wonder why there is no man in your life. With that body. When you became a libtard, did they make you a dyke too?” Star asked.
“Seems so” Eagle replied. “She wriggles around, but no response down here”
His fingers rubbed her clit through her panties, his thumb resting in between her cheeks

Because you are too damn rough

Star got the vibrator out of his bag. For a second Melanie thought they had stolen hers, because it was the same brand. But that couldn’t be. Just a coincidence.
“Reviews said this one really gets a slut going”
Melanie hated to be talked about like that. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t a dyke.

They plugged it in, put it on the highest setting and then Star placed it between her legs, with as much technique as Eagle’s fingers. She preferred to go slow at first. Eagle made her turn around her upper body so he could reach her tits better. He really liked to play with nipples, and while he was rolling one hard nub between thumb and index finger he was way more gentle. After several minutes a moan escaped Melanies mouth.
Very slowly her body reacted to the vibrations between her legs. It was sickening that she could become wet under these circumstances. Almost naked, at the mercy of two nationalist madmen, in bondage. All under the clinical cold white light of the construction site lantern.

She knew she had to be thankful for this twisted “mercy”. At least it wouldn’t hurt so much, but the wetter she became the closer her inevitable rape got. Her heartbeat increased, her breathing became more ragged

“I think we are good here.” Star said and switched the vibrator off and nestled with his belt and zipper. He then cut up her panties too. Now fully exposed Melanie began to shiver and cry again. Time stretched as she waited. She did not beg. She had accepted pretty quickly that there was nothing she could do. Why she didn’t even try to fight? She could not say. Was it truly only fear? Or was she just weak?

The tip of his cock touched her, his gloved hands were placed on her ass. And then he went in. In one deliberate stroke he buried his cock inside her up to the hilt. She clenched up but he went in anyway. The feeling was intense, but not as painful as she had expected. Had he applied some extra lube first? There was no way she was that wet, was there?

He pulled back and slammed back in with a loud smack of flesh on flesh.
“See, much more pleasant for everyone”
Pleasure was the last thing on Melanies mind. Even without physical pain his thrust hurt on a deeper level. Maybe pain would have been better than submission without a fight.

But there was nothing she could do about that now. She could just lay there and take it. A grunt when a thrust was particularly hard, a squeal when Eagle pinched her nipple harder. Melanie closed her eyes and just endured. It would be over soon she told herself. It was ok to take the fall if you got back up afterwards. Right?
After a very long time, or maybe a very short amount of time, his pace increased and then three final hard thrusts and he came. She felt his cock pulse inside her, felt him filling her up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside her as he was catching his breath. Finaly he left her and she could feel his cum dripping out. Eagle moved behind her and entered her as well, without much fanfare. He was bigger than Star, stretching her more intensely, going a little too deep with every thrust. It was the same as before. She just endured. Hoping it would be over soon.
When she finally felt he was closing on his climax he asked her: “By the way, did you think we would stay true to our word and make this easy for you, when you didn’t stay true to your word?”
He pulled out without warning, aligned his wet cock with her asshole and pushed in again. Melanies eyes went wide with shock and then pain. She had tried to lay still and just let it all happen, but now she became very lively. He couldn’t enter very deep as she clenched so hard
“Yeah, that’s more like it, move your ass for me cunt”

Assholes! Bastards! Godamn fucking Bastards!
“Fucking Bastards!”

The words came out garbled because of the gag but the meaning came across. Seconds later Eagle unloaded into her ass. Melanie barely noticed because the pain was first and foremost in her mind. She just kept hurling profanities as that seemed to help. And when he left her she breathed a sigh of utter relief.

“You called us Bastards, did I hear you right” Eagle asked with a menacing tone “That wasn’t very nice. Give it to her!”

Star had taken his heavy leather belt and positioned himself behind Melanie. With all his might he whipped it across her ass, leaving an angry red welt. The scream of pain had barely passed her lips when he beat her again. And again. And again.
She reared up but Eagle grabbed her by the hair and pushed her back down onto the tabletop. “Nonono! You stay down and take it like the bitch you are”
And that she did. Every beat made her cheeks jiggle. Every beat left a red welt. And she just lay there and took it. Because that was all she could do…

***

Hours later the sun had risen, bathing her in its warm light. Eagle and Star did take their fill and dished out their justice. At dawn they had left her alone. Not before making photos of her, printing them out on her own printer and pinning them all over the kitchen. When the sun rose and it was bright enough to see she couldn’t avert her eyes. It was disgusting. Seeing herself bent over the table, her ass and thighs beaten red and blue, their cum dripping out of her holes.

It is ok to take the fall as long as you get back up again. Right?

But she just waited. Doing nothing but staring at the picture. Her head was lying in a puddle of spit as the gag made controlling it impossible. She should try to free herself. How long until she might be found?

Sometime in the morning power came back on. She spent a lot of time listening to the hum of the fridge.
Maybe she could break of the legs on the table and escape on foot? Or get her mobile phone? Later maybe. She felt she couldn’t even break a twig. She heard engine noises in the distance, doors, people somewhere outside.

“Fire Rescue! Anyone here?”

Did Eagle and Star call 911? She didn’t want to be rescued due to her rapists. She could have done that herself, sooner or later
Right?

“Fire Rescue! Someone called for an incapacitated person? Anyone here?”

She could scream out now, and help would come.
But there was one thing she had to do first. She reared up, tensing muscles and, in a herculean effort managed to stand up.
“Here!” she screamed as loud as possible “Help!”

The paramedics would find a dishevelled beaten mess of a woman. Dripping cum from her cunt, and spit from her chin. Standing with her legs spread, bound to a table, fully naked.

But standing.

It is ok to take the fall as long as you get back up again.

End of story
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Any feedbank and critique welcome as always

[Shocker]

Now there is some interesting fallout concerning the topic. The electoral college has its very own issues. Very curious on how the story will be received. It’s written of course to your high standards.

[RapeU]

With a title like Faithless, I went into the story expecting it to be about infidelity. I did not expect it to be about a faithless elector. That twist immediately grabbed my attention because it took the story in a direction I wasn't anticipating. Eagle and Star aren't random criminals either. They are people who genuinely think they are carrying out justice. And that's the scariest kind of villain.