Trapped and broken - Gang Rape Galore

[LaLia]

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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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This story competes in the Gang Rape Galore Contest.

Title: Trapped and broken
Author: LaLia
Chapter Tags: ---
Content Warnings: ---
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Two police women vs. 5 turkish men
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Trapped and broken


The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the well-kept green area of the city park as the patrol car came to a stop. Sandra, her blonde hair tied back in a tight bun, surveyed the scene critically. Maren, the younger of the two, with a restless expression and dark hair, drummed her fingers nervously on the dashboard. An aggressive bass blared from a boombox, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere. Five young men, apparently of Turkish descent, leaned casually against a tree and seemed unconcerned by the disturbance. "So, what do we have here?" Sandra asked in a decidedly irritated voice as she got out of the car. Her blue uniform fit perfectly, her hand resting discreetly on the handle of her service weapon. Maren followed her hesitantly, her eyes darting nervously between the young men. Murat, the leader of the group, stepped forward confidently. His dark eyes sparkled challengingly.

"What's up, Officer? A little jealous of our music?"

"More like annoyed," Sandra replied coolly. "The music is too loud, and it's a disturbance. ID, please."

Murat grinned contemptuously. "ID? We don't have any with us. We're just chilling out; it's not a crime."

"Disturbing is a misdemeanor," Maren corrected, her voice stern and forceful. "And if you can't show ID, we'll have to establish your identity in another way."

The mood threatened to turn sour. Ahmet, a burly guy with short hair, gave Maren a dark look. "What do you want from us? Just leave us alone."

"We'll decide," Sandra replied, her voice sharper now. "ID or we'll take you to the station."

After some grumbling and hesitation, the young men reluctantly pulled out their IDs. Sandra carefully jotted down their personal information in her notebook while Maren kept an eye on the surroundings. The air was tense, their gaze’s hostile.

"So, that's it," Sandra finally said. "You'll all be charged with disturbing the peace. Now turn the music down."

Murat spat on the floor. "Fucking cops," he hissed, barely audibly.

"Did you say something?" Maren asked, her eyes narrowing. "Nope," Murat replied with a grin. "It's all good."

Maren nodded curtly. "Get out of here now. And don't let yourself be seen here again." The young men packed up their things and left, grumbling.

Sandra and Maren got back into the police car. "I can stand those guys," Maren murmured as she started the engine. "They think they can get away with anything." "They were really aggressive," Sandra said quietly. The looks of the young men, the underlying aggression, Murat's contemptuous grin. They hoped they wouldn't see those guys again anytime soon.

That hope was not to be fulfilled. Later that evening, as darkness fell over the city, Sandra and Maren received another call. Disturbance of the peace, this time in an old warehouse on the outskirts. The area was run-down, the streets poorly lit. A cold wind whistled through the cracks in the crumbling facades. "Great," Sandra sighed. "This just keeps getting better." As they parked in front of the warehouse, they could already hear the loud music. The same aggressive bass they had heard earlier that afternoon. Sandra and Maren exchanged a worried glance. "Ready?" asked Maren. Sandra nodded silently. Her hand instinctively went to her service weapon. Together they entered the warehouse. The smell of must and dust hung in the air. In the light of a single lightbulb, they saw the five young men from the afternoon. They had beer bottles in their hands and were grinning maliciously at them.

"Well, who do we have here?" Murat said in a mocking voice. "The ladies in blue. Did you miss us?" Sandra felt her blood run cold. She knew this wasn't a normal disturbance. This was a trap. "What's going on here?" she asked, her voice firm, even though she was shaking inside. "This is property damage and trespassing."

"Oh, we don't care," Murat replied. "We still have a score to settle with you today." Suddenly, the young men rushed toward the policewomen. Sandra and Maren reacted instinctively. They drew their batons and tried to defend themselves. But they were outnumbered and surprised. The young men were fierce and determined. Ahmet ripped the baton from Sandra's hand and hit her on the head with it. She staggered back, dazed. Maren tried to help her, but she was overpowered by Hakan and Ali. They dragged her to the ground and restrained her. "Leave us alone!" Maren screamed, her voice breaking. "We're police officers! There will be consequences!"

The warehouse's neon lights flickered ominously, casting twitching shadows on the faces of the five teenagers surrounding Sandra and Maren. The cold crept under Sandra's uniform, making her teeth chatter even as sweat beaded on her forehead. Maren, her partner, pressed her lips together, her eyes full of silent rage. They had fallen into a trap, lured by a fake emergency call.

"What do you want?" Sandra's voice trembled slightly. Ahmet grinned broadly. "What do we want? To show you who's in charge here." He spat on the dusty concrete floor. "You think you can control us just like that? Bully us? That will change."

"We're police officers," Maren replied, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her. "If you do anything to us, you'll pay." The Turk laughed. It was a colder, malicious sound. "Pay? We already pay every day. With your ignorance, your arrogance. But now it's your turn." He nodded to one of the other teenagers, who approached with a knife in his hand. Sandra felt her heart beating faster. They tried to breathe calmly, to organize their thoughts. "Let's go," she begged. "We can forget about this. We don't have to..." "No," the leader interrupted. "You don't have to do anything. We make the rules now." He pointed at Maren. "Take off your clothes." Maren's eyes widened. "Never," she hissed. "Oh yeah?" The boy grinned even wider. "Then I'll help you." He ripped one of Maren's uniform jackets off, the buttons flying off. Maren tried to defend herself, but despite her training, she had no real chance. Sandra watched helplessly as the young men ripped Maren's clothes off.

She screamed, cried, begged, but her words went unheard in the cold warehouse. When Maren stood naked before them, Sandra looked away. She couldn't bear it. "Now you," the leader said to Sandra. Sandra shook her head. "Please... don't do this." "Either you do it willingly, or we do it for you," the boy explained. His eyes flashed dangerously. Sandra knew she had no choice. With trembling hands, they began to unzip her uniform. The cold enveloped their naked bodies like an icy veil. She was ashamed, she felt humiliated, but she tried to stay strong. For Maren. For herself. When Sandra was naked, too, the leader stepped closer.

Murat took Sandra's baton and examined it thoughtfully. "This thing will find another use now," he said with a devilish grin. Sandra knew what was coming next. She had heard of such cases before. Female police officers humiliated and abused by criminals. She had never imagined it would happen to her. Murat approached Sandra and forced her to her knees. With brute force, he pressed the baton between her legs. Sandra screamed in pain, but her cries were drowned out by the loud beat of the music. "Please, don't do this!" she begged. "Please, let us go!" But Murat didn't listen. He pushed the baton deeper into her until she felt as if she were tearing apart inside. Tears streamed down her face, her body convulsed in pain.

An animalistic scream tore from her throat. The baton slid further into her pussy, the opening stretching painfully. Sandra whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably. Maren, who stood there helplessly, had to watch as her colleague was raped. Her heart was filled with fear and terror. She tried to free herself, but the men's grip was too tight. She screamed and begged the young men to stop, but her words were ignored.

"Now it's your turn," Murat said after he had abused Sandra. He grinned at Maren, his gaze full of contempt. Maren struggled desperately, but she was too weak. Murat forced her to lie on her stomach and spread her legs. He took the baton and plunged it into her ass with full force. Maren screamed in pain. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the warehouse. She tried to wriggle and free herself, but Murat held her tight. He pushed the baton deeper and deeper into her until she felt as if she were tearing apart inside. The other young men roared and laughed as they abused the two policewomen. Their words were full of hatred and contempt. They seemed to revel in their power.

After raping Maren with a baton, the young men tied the two policewomen to an old radiator with cable ties. They knelt naked and helpless, their bodies trembling with fear and pain. "So, now you're our sluts," Murat said with a devilish grin. "We have a lot more planned for you." He fetched a bottle of vodka and forced Sandra and Maren to drink it. They resisted, but the young men were stronger. They poured the alcohol down their throats until they could barely breathe. "Now you're going to give us a good blow job," Murat ordered. "And if you don't do it right, you'll get a beating."

The two policewomen initially refused, but the young men threatened them with further violence. Finally, they gave in and knelt before them. Sandra took Murat's erect cock in her mouth. It was hard and thick, and she almost gagged. Murat moaned and pushed her head against him, taking her deeper. She tried to suppress the urge to gag, but it was difficult. Murat's moaned louder and louder, his body trembling with excitement. Finally, he came on her face. A warm, sticky liquid covered her lips and cheeks.

Maren knelt in front of Ahmet and took his cock in her mouth. He was smaller and thinner than Murat's, but just as hard. Ahmet moaned and pulled her hair. She tried to adjust to his movements, but it was difficult. She was still filled with fear and pain. Ahmet came on her face too, just seconds after Murat came.

The neon light above them flickered again, a silent companion to the panic rising in Sandra. Her wrists burned, the plastic ties cut deep into her skin. Maren, beside her, was breathing shallowly, her face smeared with tears. The smell of semen and cheap perfume hung heavily in the warehouse air, mingled with the metallic scent of fear. Murat, the gang leader, leaned casually against a rusty oil drum. A cynical grin twisted his face. "Well, ladies? Are you making yourselves comfortable?" Sandra clenched her fists as best she could. "You'll pay for this, Murat. Every single crime." Murat laughed, a harsh, merciless sound. "Pay? Who's going to hold me accountable? You? You're just a couple of broken puppets we can play with as we please." He nodded to Ahmet, a burly man with piercing eyes. "Show them who's in charge."

Ahmet grinned and stepped forward. "With pleasure." Maren flinched. "Please... let us go. We haven't done anything to you." Her voice was a faint whisper. Hakan, a younger man with a nervous twitch in his eye, stepped forward. "Be quiet, bitch. You've forfeited the right to demand anything." Sandra felt anger boiling inside her. She couldn't be intimidated. She had to find a way out. "You’re cowards," she screamed. "You're afraid of the law, of the consequences of your actions." Murat raised an eyebrow. "Fear? I don't know fear. I only know power. And right now, I have power over you." He snapped his fingers. "Ahmet, start."

Ahmet grabbed Sandra by the arm and hauled her to her feet. Her legs gave way, but she fought with all her might. "Don't touch me!" she screamed. "You have no choice, bitch," Ahmet hissed in her ear. "You belong to us now." He pushed her against the wall, her head hitting the ground hard. Maren screamed. "No! Leave her alone!" Murat stepped in front of Maren. "You'd better be good, otherwise things will get even worse for your friend." He leaned down toward her. "Or maybe you want to have a little fun too?" Maren shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Please... I beg you..." The two young men, barely older than boys, stood off to the side, seeming uncertain. One of them, whose name Sandra didn't know, looked away. The other, named Can, stared at the scene with wide eyes.

Sandra stood there, her body trembling. Ahmet thrust rhythmically into her wet pussy from behind, his hard cock filling her and making her tremble with every thrust. Her horrified gasps filled the room as she tried to free herself from his iron grip.

Maren, kneeling beside her, now had Hakan's hard shaft in her mouth, penetrating deep into her throat. She whimpered softly as he grabbed her hair and held her head, forcing her to take him deeper inside. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to surrender to the wild deepthroat.

Murat positioned himself in front of Sandra and pressed his throbbing cock against her lips. With a strangled cry, she opened her mouth and he thrust in. His salty taste was immediately present as he began to fuck her mouth.

The three men transformed the two policewomen into their willing playthings, using them for their own pleasure. Their bodies were thrust back and forth, fucked in thrusts by the hard cocks. The women were trapped, unable to defend themselves against the men's relentless passion.

Sandra and Maren exchanged a brief glance; their eyes filled with fear and shame. The brutal way they were used made both cry out repeatedly. The men's thrusts became faster and more violent, their gasps louder. Sandra felt Ahmet twitching inside her, pumping his semen deep into her pussy. At the same time, Murat filled her mouth with his hot cum, forcing her to swallow. Maren swallowed Hakan's semen as it poured into her mouth.

Exhausted and trembling, the women collapsed when the men finally released them. Used and abused, no longer the confident policewomen they had been just a short while ago.

The young men, Can and Mehmet, now stepped out of the shadows, emboldened by the shameful spectacle that had unfolded before them. Can lay on top of Sandra, his hard cock pressing against her abused pussy. Mehmet positioned himself between Maren's trembling legs, ready to take her.

The two women moaned in exhaustion as the young men penetrated them, their bodies already sore and overstimulated from the previous rapes. But Can and Mehmet were relentless, driving their throbbing cocks deep into the women's moist depths.

Thus began an endless night of defilement and humiliation. The five men took turns, using Sandra and Maren like lifeless dolls for their perverse pleasure. The women's screams and whimpers mingled with the men's gasps and moans to form a gruesome chorus.

Hour after hour passed, the men's semen covering the women's naked bodies, dripping from them and collecting in puddles on the dirty concrete floor. Sandra and Maren, once proud and self-confident women, had now become broken husks, dependent only on the whims of their tormentors.

Only by dawn did the nightmare end. The men, satisfied and exhausted by their cruel deed, withdrew. Their footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Sandra and Maren gasping, humiliated, and broken, lying on the cold, damp ground.

A new day began, but for the two women, nothing would ever be the same again. The terrible memories of that night would haunt them forever, indelibly burned into their flesh and souls.

[RapeU]

1) What did I immediately feel after reading this
2) What I love about what I read
3) What would I change in the story to make it perfect (for me)
4) Did I get off on this and why

1) Woah, this is the first story I've read from you and I can see why you've won all the story contests so far. I'll have to take time to read more of your work.

2) I thought highlighting the shift in power dynamic from the cops to the Turks was really good, and even better that Sandra continued to fight with Maren continuing to plead.

3) I found one (minor) typeo that made me pause, but it was close to the beginning and didn't distract from the good stuff. When she says "I can stand those guys," I think you meant to say "I can't stand those guys."

4) No, but that's just because of timing. I'm not in a position right now where it would be practical to wank. At a later time, this is definitely material that will help.

[Blue]

Da bleibt mir nur zu sagen: Respekt und WoW

[Claire]

The story itself is fine, though like other of your English stories it is dragged down a bit by what sounds like clunky AI translations here and there, especially duing the initial encounter between the men and the police officers. But my main issue is: It seems to ignore the contest theme completely?

[joey]

Very nicely done vignette of the woman/women in power (police/teacher/lawyer etc.,) theme. Personally, I love the use of a minority element to exact punishment on the victims. Absolutely not a criticism, more a question, but in trying to place the story's locale I initially assumed the US as reference was made to a "service weapon" which I concluded was a revolver. Since only a baton was produced am I correct to feel that this story is Euro based? Just curious. Have a personal preference for female NYC police officers as I encounter plenty of hotties while in the city.

[AdmiralPiet]

This is an odd one.
The basic idea and execution is good.
But I do not like the writing style. Hard to pinpoint, but feels a bit rushed. Staccato is the word that comes to mind. But that might just be me.

Some less subjective points:

"I can stand those guys,"

Missing a letter there. A small thing but it stands out here

Maren, her partner,

I would go with either Maren or Her Partner, not both, since the reader already knows that

One of them, whose name Sandra didn't know, looked away. The other, named Can, stared at the scene with wide eyes.

This one is a bit jarring for me. You have the perspective of the all knowing third person narrator. The names of all characters are introduced with no buildup, but here the one is nameless, the other not, shortly after again both are named, without establishing his name through the story.
You could argue that the narrator only stated that Sandra did not know his name, but she was the one to ID them all at the beginning. Sorry, for the nitpick, it just really stood out.

As one of the other commenters said: It is hard to pinpoint where this is supposed to take place. Maybe that was intentional though.

And lastly:
I find no mention of the contest theme/prompt at all?

[Shocker]

I do really like this story. It’s also an excellent example of why I don’t read other contestants stories before finishing my own. I would never know which of my choices were my own and which I had subconsciously repurposed for my own writing.

You make great use of taking down authority figures, leaning into some stereotypes and prejudices. As so often I certainly enjoyed the events more than your protagonists.

[Lucius]

Two policewomen in the spicy Turkish soup! An appealing story set in contemporary Germany, at least it appears so, dragged down a little by the traces of AI involvement and by what seems to be the absence of references to the contest prompt.

[chloevee]

This story was so well written. You are really great at show-don't-tell. The atmosphere feels tangible, and you show a lot about your character's personalities with just a few lines. You even sketch out distinct personalties for the rapists, which I know is hard to do when there are five of them. (I didn't even bother to try in Teamwork.)

Some of my favorite lines:

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the well-kept green area of the city park as the patrol car came to a stop. Sandra, her blonde hair tied back in a tight bun, surveyed the scene critically. Maren, the younger of the two, with a restless expression and dark hair, drummed her fingers nervously on the dashboard.

The warehouse's neon lights flickered ominously, casting twitching shadows on the faces of the five teenagers surrounding Sandra and Maren. The cold crept under Sandra's uniform, making her teeth chatter even as sweat beaded on her forehead.

The women's screams and whimpers mingled with the men's gasps and moans to form a gruesome chorus.

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Just a couple of points I was confused about:

The smell of semen and cheap perfume hung heavily in the warehouse air, mingled with the metallic scent of fear.

This is a great line. But I'm confused--where does the cheap perfume come from?

Ahmet grabbed Sandra by the arm and hauled her to her feet.

I thought she was still tied to the radiator at this point?

[Nickamano]

Nice! This automatically gets a bonus point due to my personal enjoyment of stories that take women in positions of power and then taking the power from them.

Two things I noticed that could have potentially improved the story. If you had written the story from the POV of the men, it might have flowed better and made more narrative sense. giving names and personalities etc. but also it would be very hard to set a trap for police officers because you have no way of knowing who would be sent to what emergency call. So you could have covered that by having the men talking to each other about what to do if it isn't the two female officers who turn up (for example).
My main criticism is that you seemed to forget that they are police officers. they enter the warehouse with hands on their service pistols but then when they are attacked they draw their batons instead and the presence of guns is completely forgotten, by both the officers and the gang. and why use handy cable ties when both officers would be carrying handcuffs? (or police issue plastic ties). Just seemed like missed opportunities.
And as an extension of forgetting they are police officers, they would also have radios on their persons or in their patrol car - and when they didn't call in after a period of time other officers would have been sent to investigate their radio silence. With the rape taking place in the same location they would have been located and arrested quickly enough. This could have been dealt with by a short paragraph of the two officers having been stripped naked getting bundled into a van and taken to another location before the gang rape was started in earnest.

This has ended up much more negative that I intended.

Even so, the action was fun and (mostly) clear. And the emotional states of the officers as they - reluctant or coerced - begin to cooperate felt realistic.
I liked the forcing them to get drunk before the main event, as though it acted like a way to remove more of their fight and their inhibitions. Might have been fun to make a little more of that? Overall a fun gangrape story, thanks for entering the contest.