Happy Rape and Torture Day

[RapeU]

Teaser: One of the black men took my mouth. The only thing I could see was his burly black physique. I couldn’t see the others, but I certainly felt them. My ass screamed in pain as a cock entered it, my pussy screamed shortly after. My breasts were slapped, beaten, licked, bit, and sprayed with cum from a cock not inside me. Every thrust was painful. The cock in my mouth came first and I felt like I was choking to death. I tried to spit it out, but the black guy gathered what he could and forced me to swallow it. He didn’t even have to hold my nose to force my mouth open because the cocks in my ass and pussy tormented me so much that I couldn’t control my screams.
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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.

Trigger Warning:

The following story is very intense and depicts a character living the same day over and over again - by being raped, tortured, and killed. The story also has the element of suicide in it. The author does not condone or encourage someone to take their own life. If you are feeling suicidal, seek professional help.
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Title: Happy Rape and Torture Day
Author: RapeU
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What if you had to live the same day over and over again where you were brutally raped, tortured, and murdered?

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Happy Rape and Torture Day

My alarm woke me up at 7:00 am. For a moment I wondered why since I normally wake up whenever I feel like it, usually by 9 or 10. Then I remembered I had a planned meeting. My company, Data Solutions, was the most successful company in Silicon Valley. I was so successful that the world knew me as the Queen of Silicon Valley. A woman who shattered the glass ceiling and was a role model for women everywhere. The media loved me and covered up the truth that no one was safe in Silicon Valley. A few bribes here and there helped keep the media on my good side. If I wanted a startup, or any company, I would do anything to obtain it. My foresight and ruthless strategic maneuvers gave me another name to those who really knew me, the Harbinger of Death.

That day also happened to be the anniversary of the founding of the company, but I wasn’t going to do anything special aside from the meeting I was going to. All the pawns at the company were expendable to me. Why waste time celebrating when there’s money to be made? I was going to celebrate my own way, by taking over a company from some unsuspecting pawn.

When I exited my mansion there was some mangy mutt sniffing around the yard. I instructed one of my butlers to capture the animal and have it euthanized. Dogs. Ugh. I knew the shelter would accommodate my request. It’s not the first time I had an animal killed and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

My driver greeted me when I entered my limo and we rode to my office. I had a meeting with one of my assistants to see what information he could dig up about the pawn and company before meeting with the pawn. On the way over we hit a bump, causing some coffee to spill. My driver Mike was lucky that he was good in bed and always made sure nice clothes were available in the limo, otherwise he’d be looking for a new job.

“Mike,” I said. “I spilled coffee. You’d better make it up to me later tonight.” Mike nodded without a word, just how I like it. I was tempted to tease Mike right then and there, but refrained. I may be a cold hard bitch but I’m not stupid enough to endanger myself by distracting someone while driving. I planned on having a good time at Mike’s house. His wife, an ugly beanpole with a birthmark the size of my fist over her face, would need to be gotten rid of. I left Mike up to that one and told him I didn’t need to know any details. The idea that we could get caught by his wife was what made the affair with him exciting.

Some homeless person was near the entrance to my office. He looked like he was trying to get some money. I spat on the ground next to him and sent word to security to have him arrested for trespassing. Homeless people belong in homeless shelters or prisons, not on the street, and certainly nowhere near me.

To my annoyance, my assistant wasn’t present when I looked around for him at the office. He hadn’t forgotten we were getting an early start and gave me some sob story about how his son was in the hospital from dehydration due to a stomach bug and his wife was also in the hospital recovering from major surgery a few days ago. I informed Linda, the head of HR, of the assistant’s termination and knew a new assistant would be hired quickly. Lots of pawns were begging to work for my company, and Linda was good at what she did even though a few incompetent people fell through the cracks. I had to brush up on the information I needed by myself. As a result, I was a few minutes late to the meeting with the pawn. I always hated being late even though I know people will wait for me. Being late meant time and money was being wasted.

“Ah, Miss Nightingale. I’ve heard plenty about you and am eager to get started.” The pawn came down quickly when he heard of my arrival. Good, I like pawns who are quick to please me. An evil grin painted itself onto my face. If you didn’t know me, it would look like an overly friendly smile. “Call me Lilly,” I said as I shook David’s hand and he exchanged pleasantries. He had no idea what was in store for him.

“Before we get started on the details, I want to prove to you my invention works.” I could tell right away David was smart. He had his own assistant taking notes. Smart, challenging men were always fun to take down and surprise. We went into an elevator to head down into the basement of the building then entered a room that had a large window overlooking another room with white walls. A control panel with a chair was just below the window.

“What you’re looking at is a training simulator that can be used for all kinds of purposes. I of course am developing a mobile version that’s close to being complete. With either version, it can help you learn karate or even help you train for the military,” David droned on about his invention. I nodded along and knew he was only droning on for his assistant’s note taking purposes. We both knew the information already. I used the time he was droning on and on to decide what method to use to get him to bow down to me. Finally he ended talking about his invention.

“I’ll need some verification that this works before we start discussing investment,” I said almost robotically. “How would you like to verify that my invention works? First hand experience?” David’s idea intrigued me. “Sure,” I said. “Set it for karate white belt.” I had earned a black belt years ago. I probably could have handled a higher setting, but I wanted to start off slow and try to find a flaw in his invention to exploit. Even if I didn’t find it, I had already found something on him he might not like the media to see.

I entered the training room and gave David a thumbs up that I was ready. The world shimmered around me until I found myself in what looked like a dojo with an elderly man in front of me. My karate was indeed a bit rusty due to not being used for so many years, but I got back into the groove quickly. After mastering the white belt, again, I suddenly felt a shock all over my body. The room dissolved into a dungeon of some kind with what looked like various torture devices.

“The Queen of Silicon Valley, also known as the Harbinger of Death. You are now ours and soon we will have your empire. Welcome to our Basement of Doom!” The unknown voice came from behind me. I turned and gulped. Four burly men, two white and two black, stood there naked save for the masks on their faces. They gave me an all too familiar evil grin. “Wait,” I said “you know who I am so you know I could make you very wealthy. We could work something out, just don’t hurt me.” The men guffawed at my plea then rushed at me without warning. I screeched as loud as I could. They didn’t seem to care. My karate didn’t help me as much as it could have because my focus had always been on one opponent instead of many. The two black guys were able to restrain my arms. One of the white guys brandished a knife while the other one started jerking off. Knife guy ripped my blouse away from my body along with my bra. He then fondled my chest. I begged to be let go and for it all to stop, but they just laughed at my pleas.

“Damn those are nice big tits,” the guy jerking off said. Knife guy grinned and stepped to the side so that the jerkoff guy could spray his cum all over my chest. It was revolting. Knife guy tore apart my skirt and panties next. “Nice shaved cunt, a little curvy, and a tight ass.” “Please just let me go please.” Laughter was their reply.

“Please, I’ll give you whatever you want, just let me go!” I begged as they force walked me to a metallic object shaped like an X. A hand slapped my tits hard. I yelped. “You’re going to end up giving us your money anyway bitch. Having fun with you is just a bonus.” I continued to beg and plead to deaf ears and laughter as they forced my wrists and ankles in thick cuffs attached to the X-shaped object. I yelped as it turned me sideways, giving the men easy access to all my orifices.

One of the black men took my mouth. The only thing I could see was his burly black physique. I couldn’t see the others, but I certainly felt them. My ass screamed in pain as a cock entered it, my pussy screamed shortly after. My breasts were slapped, beaten, licked, bit, and sprayed with cum from a cock not inside me. Every thrust was painful. The cock in my mouth came first and I felt like I was choking to death. I tried to spit it out, but the black guy gathered what he could and forced me to swallow it. He didn’t even have to hold my nose to force my mouth open because the cocks in my ass and pussy tormented me so much that I couldn’t control my screams. Soon after I was forced to swallow the black guy’s cum, both cocks in my ass and pussy released their disgusting juices inside me. My breast was groped, slapped, and my nipples pinched throughout the entire abuse. Shortly after all my holes were filled with cum I felt more being sprayed on my chest. The torment of cocks lasted for what felt like hours. The men quickly rotated positions and slapped all over my body as they did it. Each man’s cock got a taste of ass, pussy, mouth, and rubbing and cumming all over my breast. I could barely breathe through screams of pain and the occasional load spewing into my mouth.

“You haven’t suffered nearly enough, cunt.” I could only cough and gag. I desperately tried not to throw up because for all I knew the men would force me to eat it like their cum. Somehow I succeeded, but only barely.

The men left my line of sight for what felt like a few minutes. When I saw what they returned with, words just flew out of my mouth. I begged, I pleaded, I promised to do whatever they wanted. I was terrified. They continued laughing. One of the white guys had a bag of clothespins and a bag of needles. The other white guy had what looked like defibrillator pads and a box. One black guy had a whip in one hand, a large dildo in the other, and had another dildo in his armpit. The other black guy had a whip and what looked like small wooden poles.

The vibrators of course entered both my pussy and ass with what felt like the highest setting possible. Pads were placed underneath the folds of my breast, both butt cheeks, and on my crotch as close to my pussy lips as possible. They produced painful electric shocks via the black box. My breasts were placed between the two poles and they had some kind of screwing mechanism that painfully squeezed my breast harder than I ever thought possible. Clothespins were put on my nipples and all over my breast. Needles were pushed into my breast and crotch as well. Then the two whips were used all over my body, and they were not gentle with them. They whipped me with what felt like all of their strength. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. All I could do was scream in agony.

“Can you think of anyone more deserving of this abuse than the Harbinger of Death, the Bitch of Silicon Valley?” They had stopped whipping me, which allowed me to get some grasp of what was going on around me other than complete and total pain. “P…ple…” I couldn’t even form a single word. The electrical shocks stopped. My breast became free from the two poles. All the clothespins on me had been painfully removed due to the whipping. I also felt like I was bleeding through all the needles in my privates.

“Now cunt, tell us your password for your bank accounts along with security questions and answers.

It was a struggle to breathe and speak to relay the information, but I managed to obey. For good measure I also told them the code to unlock my computer with all my passwords stored on it just in case. I did not want them to torture me like that again.

“That’s a good little cunt” one of the black men said. He brandished a handgun and pointed it at my head. “Please…” I begged, “please no…” I closed my eyes and heard a gunshot ring out. Then another. I screamed and sat up in bed. Bed? What? Another loud sound pierced the air, this time I recognized it for what it really was. My alarm was going off.

“The fuck just happened to me?” I said aloud. A dream, I thought to myself. I had a nightmare. A really, really bad nightmare. I inspected myself just to be sure. There wasn’t any cum on my body, no needles in my breast, no welts from the whip, nothing that would indicate I had been through any trauma. The date on my phone said May 18th. Well, that explained why my alarm was going off. The 18th of May was the anniversary of the company being founded, and I had planned on taking over a tech business from a pawn.

“Weird” I said aloud. For some reason talking aloud made me feel better, more grounded in reality. “Didn’t realize you could feel pain in your dreams” I muttered to myself. “Maybe I just need to call in sick. I have been working pretty hard lately.” I then laughed to myself, “nah, it was just a dumb dream. No reason to stay home when there’s money to be made and a company to take over.”

When I exited my mansion after getting ready for the day there was the same mangy mutt from my dream sniffing around the yard. “This is just a coincidence. A lot of dogs wander around the area.” I instructed one of my butlers to capture the animal and have it euthanized. Stray dogs are nothing but trouble after all. And don’t even get me started on cats.

Just like in my dream, on the way to the office we hit a bump and my coffee spilled. I didn’t bother telling Mike about it this time. I wasn’t in the mood for a hot steamy affair after the dream I had. “Hopefully in a few days I’ll forget I even had that stupid dream,” I muttered to myself. “Did you say something Miss Nightingale,” Mike inquired. “Just talking to myself, Mike. Sorry.” Mike had a questioning look on his face, but didn’t say a word. He knew better.

A homeless person was near the entrance to my office, wearing the exact same clothing he wore in my dream. This time I didn’t spit at him, but I did request security to have him arrested for trespassing. The man belonged in a prison or homeless shelter far away from me and my company.

My assistant was missing in action and I got the exact same sob story when I called him to remind him of our meeting. Son in the hospital with a stomach bug, wife in the hospital recovering from surgery. I continued to tell myself it was just a dream and informed Linda of the assistant’s termination. Of course, due to the assistant’s absence I was late to my meeting with David. David and his assistant were both wearing the exact same clothing I saw in my dream. I kept telling myself it was just a dream, but the more David talked the more dread filled my stomach. The assistant looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen her from. Not that it mattered. Assistants were pawns to me. The day resumed exactly as it had in my dream, all the way down to when I mastered the white belt again. Once I had done that, the world dissolved into the dungeon with the same four burly men. I had returned to the Basement of Doom. My dream must have been a premonition dream. A warning.

I begged, pleaded, cried, screamed. Everything happened the exact same way as before. I was restrained, stripped, groped, and shackled to the metallic X shaped object. They ravaged my mouth, ass, pussy, and came on my breast over and over and over again.

“You haven’t suffered nearly enough, cunt.” I could only cough and gag. I desperately tried not to throw up because for all I knew the men would force me to eat it like their cum. Somehow I succeeded, but only barely. When the men left my sight I didn’t stay silent this time, I begged and pleaded for them not to torture me. I even spoke my passwords aloud before the torture even started. I desperately hoped they wouldn’t do what they did in my dream if I gave them what they wanted beforehand. It didn’t work.

The torture happened exactly like I dreamt it did. Clothespins on my nipples and breast, needles in my breast and around my crotch, my breast squeezed between two poles that screwed tightly together, whipped, pads exactly where they were before that gave me electric shocks, and vibrators in my pussy and ass turned on what felt like the highest setting.

“Can you think of anyone more deserving of this abuse than the Harbinger of Death, the Bitch of Silicon Valley?” They had stopped whipping me, which allowed me to get some grasp of what was going on around me other than complete and total pain. “P…ple…” I couldn’t even form a single word just like last time. The electrical shocks stopped. My breast became free from the two poles. All the clothespins on me had been painfully removed due to the whipping. I could feel blood oozing out of wounds in my body.

“You were a good little cunt to give us all your passwords” the same man said. It was only slightly different from the dream because I had given it to them beforehand, I realized. He brandished a handgun and pointed it at my head. “Please…” I begged, “please no…” I closed my eyes and heard a gunshot ring out. Then another. I screamed and sat up in bed. My alarm was going off and my phone said May 18th. Again.

“A dream upon a dream. Weird. At least it’s over now.” I said aloud to no one in particular. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The day repeated exactly as it had in both “dreams.” The stray dog outside, coffee spill, the exact homeless man, the assistant that didn’t show up to work with the exact same story of his family in the hospital, all of it. Through it all I did the same thing as both dreams, just pretended it was deja vu and reassured myself. When I mastered the white belt again, I hoped that the day would continue and I would take over the pawn’s company like I had planned. Nope. The world shimmered and I was back in the Basement of Doom.

The abuse I endured among the men somehow felt even worse and more hopeless than I remembered. Everything happened exactly the same. From being ravaged to the same man remarking “You haven’t suffered nearly enough, cunt.” “Can you think of anyone more deserving of this abuse than the Harbinger of Death, the Bitch of Silicon Valley?” Everything exactly the same, all the way down to the torture until I was just a blob on the floor filled with cum, needles, and welts. “You were a good little cunt to give us all your passwords.” Gunshot. Alarm going off. May 18th again.

“I’m just going to stay home today. Yup, that’s what I’ll do. I’m obviously not well and experiencing some kind of delirium.” I called my assistant to tell him I wouldn’t be available for the day and cancel all my appointments. The assistant was glad because he was currently at the hospital. He assured me he could do everything needed to cancel my day using the hospital internet connection. I was tempted to ask him if it was anything like the dreams I had, but decided it was better for me not to know. “Just make sure no one from the office disturbs me for any reason,” I told him.

I essentially stayed in bed with the curtains closed and played games on my phone to distract myself. I gave specific instructions to my home staff to not disturb me for any reason. As the minutes passed, I began to feel more relaxed. I couldn’t remember the last time feeling that relaxed. “I guess I really have been working too hard.” Staying at home was a good idea, until all of a sudden it wasn’t.

There was a strange sound. Some kind of buzzing sound happened. I was annoyed by it and just about to get out of bed to discover the source when my bedroom door burst open and the same four burly men invaded my bedroom. The two black guys each carried a large duffel bag.

I never got the chance to get out of my bed. The two white guys quickly closed the gap between us and pinned my arms down to the bed. One of the black guys held down my legs as the other black guy used a knife to tear my nightgown away from my body. I tried everything to get them to stop, begged, pleaded, bargained, gave them information. Nothing stopped them from stripping me naked and taking me in my own bed. The two black men painfully took my mouth and pussy. I tried desperately to fight them off, I tried struggling, I screamed for help, and none of it mattered. Just like in the previous “dream,” the men took turns holding me down, fucking my pussy, and shoving their cock down my throat. Afterwards, they flipped me over and each man had a turn at painfully taking me in the ass. All I could do was scream from the pain.

The torture began after each cock released sticky sperm into my ass. The men brought all they needed in the duffle bags. Needles, clothespins, the two poles, whips, two vibrators. The two white guys held me down while my breast was squeezed between the two poles, the vibrators inside my pussy and ass, needles on my privates, clothespins on my nipples and breast, all of it until I was just a blob in my bed filled with cum, needles, and welts. They laughed and mocked me. “You were a good little cunt to give us all your passwords.” Gunshot. Alarm going off. May 18th again.

“Ok, I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” I told myself. Talking out loud calmed my nerves. “I’m in some kind of time loop. A complete and total nightmare of a time loop. Maybe if I search this up on the internet I’ll get some answers. This Wikipedia article looks promising. Ok let’s see, Repeat Performance where a woman shot her husband, no that’s not like my situation. Nor is this one…The Girl Who Leapt Through Time? Can I do that on whim?” I concentrated on a specific date, September 11, 2001. It was the first date I could think of. I tried closing my eyes and imagining that day. When I opened my eyes nothing had happened. “Nope, can’t do that on whim…so many film plots but they don’t…oh, Happy Death Day. A college student is murdered on her birthday, May 18th, holy shit that’s the exact same day repeating for me, she wakes up on the morning of the 18th alive, facing the same day over and over, while also getting weaker and has to figure out who her killer is in order to escape the loop. Ok. This is the exact situation. Except it’s more like happy rape and torture day.” I shuddered. “Not good, not good at all.”

I called my assistant to inform him I was sick. He was relieved because he had gone to the hospital to be with his wife and son. I informed him that even though I was sick I could take calls if necessary. I then proceeded to rent and watch Happy Death Day. Seeing someone else experiencing being murdered over and over again made me feel better.

When the movie ended, one of my butlers asked how I was feeling. It turned out David had come to my home to check on me. That was either totally sweet, or a total red flag. The murderer in Happy Death Day was someone obvious. David being complicit in my time loop was just as obvious. The only problem? Only one person (technically 2 but only because the true murderer wanted to use another person to cover it up) in the movie was after the main character. I had four men after me. Could I trust David? I wasn’t sure, but I decided to do what the main character did in the movie. She made a list of people who would want to kill her and investigated them. What better way to investigate David than in my own terms?

“Miss Nightingale, I’ve heard a lot about you and was surprised when I was informed you were ill. I came by just to see how you were. I probably should have known you had people looking after you. Now I feel silly.”

“Don’t feel silly, it was sweet. I was feeling ill earlier today, but I feel much better now.”

“Glad to hear it. Hey, I know you value your time so let’s kill two birds with one stone shall we? I have a mobile version of what I was going to show you today. It’s untested in the mobile form, so I’ll demonstrate it myself and then you can try.”

I knew I probably shouldn’t have agreed to it, but I had to know if David was responsible for my plight or not. We went into the basement of my home. David remarked it was a bit cluttered but would still be fine for the demonstration. He had me stand a good distance away while part of my basement dissolved into what looked like a war in the desert. Whatever David had it set to looked tough, but he moved flawlessly and indicated he had served in the armed forces. As soon as David finished the training program, the room dissolved.

“The Queen of Silicon Valley, also known as the Harbinger of Death. You are now ours and soon we will have your empire. Welcome to our Basement of Doom! Oh shit, hey boys it looks like we got ourselves a witness here. Kill him.”
Aside from David being shot to death before my very eyes, the abuse happened exactly the same way. Cocks all around my body filling my holes and covering my bosom with sticky sperm. They tortured me immediately after taking me just like before until I was just a blob on the floor filled with cum, needles, and welts.

“Can you think of anyone more deserving of this abuse than the Harbinger of Death, the Bitch of Silicon Valley?”

“Ki…kill…me…”

“Hot damn boys we really got her good! She actually wants to die! Should we keep her alive and continue to torture her day after day after day?”

“No, we stick with the plan. Having her alive would be…problematic…”

Gunshot. Suddenly in bed. Alarm going off. Phone says it’s May 18th. Again.

“Ok, so David isn’t the one doing this. That means I can trust him. Probably.” In Happy Death Day, the anti hero turned heroine did turn to someone she could trust and told him her secret, though it took a few “days” to convince him. There was something else I wanted to investigate first. I wanted to watch it immediately after Happy Death Day, but David came over before I got a chance. At the end of the movie they mentioned the heroine’s experience was like Groundhog Day. So, I did what I did “yesterday” but watched Groundhog day instead.

At first, Groundhog Day seemed less helpful. No one was actively trying to hurt the main character. The day was just repeating for him for no reason until he stopped being a dick to people. Could that really be it? Do I just have to be…generous…?

David came by after Groundhog Day ended, just like “yesterday.” I did NOT want to mess with David being in the Basement of Doom with me. I told him I would do the demonstration at his office like we had planned. I wanted to try being…nice…to people first. If that didn’t work, David would be my only hope. My strategy of course was completely insane, but can you blame me for not thinking straight after being abused like I was several “days” in a row?

Of course, everything happened exactly the same. From being ravaged, to the taunts, laughter, and jeers, all the way down to the torture until I was just a blob on the floor filled with cum, needles, and welts. Gunshot. Alarm going off. May 18th again.

Immediately I got up and made friends with the stray dog sniffing outside my house. I asked a butler to get some dog food for it and gave it some water. The dog’s tail wagged and it licked my hand. It felt…good…

“Hey Mike, I want to apologize to you.”

“For what Miss Nightingale?”

“This affair we are having, I made it to where you had no choice. It was wrong of me to do. I’m sorry.”

“That…that’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me.” Mike smiled. I had unusual feelings inside. I both felt good and sorrowful at the same time. I pushed the sorrowful feelings away with the hope that doing good things would prevent me from being transported to the Basement of Doom.

“What is your name?” I asked the homeless man.

“Phill”

“Phill, come inside with me out of this heat. I’ll have someone get you food and water.”

“Th…thank you…”

I called my assistant and he gave the same exact story. I offered to pay the hospital bill for his son and his wife’s surgery. The assistant was gobsmacked. He thanked me profusely. I felt something tugging at my heart. Was this what it felt like for the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes?

With David, I gave him a warm genuine smile. I also took a little extra time to find out who his assistant was. Her name was Wendy. I told her she looked familiar, but she shook her head and said that we hadn’t ever met in person before. Maybe she was familiar because of the time loop. I didn’t press the issue and complimented her outfit. It felt…good…to give compliments. Maybe being nice wasn’t so bad after all.

Were those good deeds enough to get me out of the time loop? Nope. Simulation starts, simulation ends, Rape, torture, laughter, jeers, “You were a good little cunt to give us all your passwords.” Gunshot. Alarm going off. May 18th again.

It took several “days” for me to tell David what was happening to me to get him to believe me. I had to not only convince him to give me information I wouldn’t know but also remember the information exactly like he told me. The first “day” I managed to get information from him, I stupidly wrote it down only to remember the next “day” that because I hadn’t written it down before May 18th it wouldn’t stay written. Should have seen that one coming. Time loops and time travel suck. Anyway, David attempted to help the best he could, but nothing he suggested worked. I was still brutally raped, tortured, and shot every single “day.” Additionally, my list of potential suspects always led me to a dead end with the same result of being raped and tortured. I ultimately decided to take desperate measures to escape my torment.

In both movies, the main character committed suicide to either attempt to escape the time loop or attempt to prevent being murdered. At this point killing myself over and over again before I was savagely raped and tortured was more practical than anything I had tried. The first “day” I sent all the staff in my home and hung myself. No rape, no torture, alarm went off, May 18th again. “It worked!” I shouted ecstatic.

For an unknown number of “days,” because at this point it was impossible to track how many times I had repeated May 18th, I killed myself the exact same way. I was successful in preventing the rape and torture until one day for some strange reason, I didn’t die from hanging myself. I passed out and woke up in the hospital. They attempted to get me to talk, but I didn’t want to answer any of their questions. Eventually, they stopped questioning me and had some social worker or somebody keep an eye on me. I managed to doze off and the next thing I knew I was in the Basement of Doom again. Raped, tortured, gunshot, alarm went off, May 18th again.

It was clear to me that I had to make absolutely sure every suicide attempt would succeed, otherwise I’d just get raped and tortured again. I bought a gun every day and used it. It worked for several “days” in a row, until all of a sudden it didn’t. Hospital, questions, back in the basement, raped, tortured, gunshot, alarm went off, May 18th again.

It was at that point I realized something just wasn’t right about the time loop. In theory, I should be able to do the same actions each and every day the exact same way with the exact same result. Maybe I messed up on the day I wasn’t successful in hanging myself, but shooting myself in the head should have worked each and every time. I made sure to shoot myself in the temple because even blanks could kill someone that way. I decided to try another suicide method and see if something different happened.

The tallest building in the area was 15 stories, and it was vacant due to a recent fire. I entered the abandoned building, climbed up the stairs to the roof, mentally noted where I was going to jump from without deviation every single time, the left corner, jumped, and wound up in bed with my alarm going off. I made sure to religiously follow the exact same actions for several “days” in a row. Sure enough, jumping worked until all of a sudden it didn’t. Hospital, questions, back in the basement, raped, tortured, gunshot, alarm went off, May 18th again.

“Ok, focus Lilly. What’s another explanation for this? I need to figure out how to escape the rape, torture, laughter, and mocking. A time loop should mean that performing the same action over and over again produces the same result. Probability may be a factor here, but even then if the dice rolls snake eyes it should do it every single time. Although, in theory if I have a 9/10 chance of dying eventually I’m going to hit that ⅒. So I need a guaranteed death. What’s another way to die…the train tracks! A train will kill me each and every time depending on the speed.” It wasn’t hard to look around for a train going fast enough and a location that would hide my presence long enough to prevent the train from stopping in time. I did what I needed to do. The train horn frantically blared, my alarm went off, May 18th again without rape or torture. “Ok, so if I repeat the same exact actions the same exact way the train will kill me each and every time without being raped and tortured.” Like the previous suicide attempts, using the train worked until all of a sudden one day the train was able to stop before it hit me. Hospital, questions, back in the basement, raped, tortured, gunshot, alarm went off, May 18th again.

“Think Lilly. There has to be another explanation for this, there has to! This isn’t a true time loop, sometimes things happen differently. What other explanation could there be?” A lightbulb suddenly went off in my head. I remembered one thing that happened on the first “day” that hadn’t happened any other day. The shock just before being transported to the basement. “Holy fuck this isn’t a time loop. I’m still in the simulation!”

The world dissolved around me. I was back in the basement of David’s office. Wendy was in the room with me and laughed maniacally. “I did wonder if you would ever figure it out. Now that you have, I want you to know it was me.” I stared at her in muted shock. “Your company isn’t even your own company. You stole it from my uncle through dirty tricks and underhand tactics. I should be the one running the company, not you. My uncle was like a father to me, and since he didn’t have children of his own he promised one day I would inherit it.” “You were the little girl with him…no way…” Wendy grinned. “Thanks to you giving me your passwords, I own the company and by extension own you. It was so easy to fool you. David was really my assistant and I’m the one who really ran the company. After you entered the simulation, I sent David away. I told him from the beginning of the company he was my pretend CEO because I felt like no one would take me seriously. While you were inside the simulation, I told him I felt confident enough to reveal myself to you. He bought the explanation.” Wendy laughed with glee and malice.

Enraged, I went after Wendy. I tried every move I could think of against her, but quickly realized she was superior in strength and speed. It didn’t take long for her to pin me to the ground. “Don’t try that again, bitch. I can send you back into the simulation any time I want. You’re going to do exactly what I say. Clear?” I gulped. I had no idea if she was telling the truth about sending me back into the simulation, but I certainly did not want to find out. “Crystal clear,” I said.

“Good. This is how it’s going to go down. You’re going to make a press conference tomorrow officially resigning as head of the company and making me your replacement. Make it something believable, I don’t care what. You’re then going to go to your former house, which is mine now, and be my personal servant.” I gulped and nodded. “Good slut,” she mocked.

The media was shocked when I announced my resignation and that Wendy would own the company. I told people the partial truth, Wendy was the rightful heir of the company and I worked myself so hard that I wanted to retire. Wendy was pleased with me.

My new life began after the press conference. I did whatever Wendy ordered me to do. Sometimes she would order me to slap my breast and pussy as hard as I could. Other times she would order me to lay in bed and let her fuck me with a strap on. Then, she would force me to lick her cunt and fuck her with the same strap on. Being raped by Wendy was a much better alternative than being raped and tortured by the four men.

I didn’t get respite from cock, however. Wendy would invite men over and order me to do whatever the man wanted. I was a prostitute and Wendy my pimp. Everything I did was to prevent her from sending me back to the simulation. I didn’t know how she would do it, but I didn’t want to find out.

For several months, Wendy was home all the time. Someone was doing the work for her, probably David. One day something happened at the company that required Wendy to be there personally. She was overconfident that I would follow her orders while she was gone. I saw my chance to escape out of hell and took it. When Wendy returned home, she was greeted by me and a gun.

Things moved pretty swiftly after I murdered Wendy. I told the truth about what happened and of course nobody believed me. My lawyer advised me to plead insanity, but the judge rejected it. “You just took the plots from two movies and probably something else to justify what you did.” The jury found me guilty and I was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Even though being in prison was bad, it was still a better alternative than dealing with Wendy every day.
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[Lux]

Haha, this was suuuch a fun read! Though I admit, part of me was kinda hopeing there Wendy would fall for our main character and it would lead to a kinky couple, where she actually enjoys being whored out by Wendy? But that is just me with wishful thinking. But I loved the Groundhog Day rape and death day, that is a very fun concept, I liked it a lot.

[Shocker]

I loved this depraved version of groundhog day when reading it the first time. Nothing has changed, still a great read.