Fugitives

[Shocker]

Teaser: Sophia barely made it from her bathroom to her bed before she collapsed. Her exhaustion was understandable as her workday had started 24 hours earlier, and even the hot shower had not been enough to revitalize her. There was only so far one could push the body without rest and Sophia Crest had reached that level. For all intents and purposes she was dead to the world..
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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: Fugitives
Author: Shocker
Content Warnings: this story is rather harsh.
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part of the gang rape galore contest viewtopic.php?t=339
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Fugitives



Sophia barely made it from her bathroom to her bed before she collapsed. Her exhaustion was understandable as her workday had started 24 hours earlier, and even the hot shower had not been enough to revitalize her. There was only so far one could push the body without rest and Sophia Crest had reached that level. For all intents and purposes she was dead to the world.

Under normal circumstances chances would have been high, that she would have heard the metallic scratches at the backdoor, the light squeaking of the hinges of her screen door. She might have heard the tapping sounds of heavy boots, trying to tread lightly. All of this would have given her time to wake up and react. But in her current state the first time she became aware of the intruders was as big, calloused hands grabbed her by the wrists and pulling them to opposite sides of the bed. Another big hand pressed over her mouth, stifling the cry of surprise and fear trying to escape from her lips. While at the same time weighing down her legs.

Momentarily somebody switched on the light on her nightstand and she heard a low whistle.
“There are sure some mighty fine women in these parts.” A shady figure on her right said.

With the light switched on she saw the features of the men bending over her holding her mouth closed. It was a wild and dirty face, stubbly black growth on his square chin. He had the features of a criminal, a conclusion that didn’t take too much skill, considering that he wore dirty and torn prison denim. His name was Eddie Folsom, and his face was rather familiar. Newspapers and TV stations had broadcasted his features and the other two, since their escape from Kentucky State Penitentiary had been discovered. The name of the other two inmates were Lucas Jackson and Henry Cassidy. The latter had unoriginally adopted the nickname of Butch. There wasn’t any of Newman’s rakishness to this iteration of Butch Cassidy, he was a hulking black man, with an entirely hairless head and a face that only smiled when others were going to suffer. He had been serving a 25-year sentence for rape in 15 cases.

“I think you can let go of her mouth now Eddie. The honey is over the first shock, and she knows nobody is going to hear her scream around here. Isn’t that so honey?”
Sophia looked defiantly at the lanky blond man, that held her right wrist like a vise. He was of course right, when she had bought the house, the isolation was what had appealed to her. Now she was beginning to regret that decision. She nodded and felt the hand being removed from her mouth.
“Looking at your shirt honey, I simply have to ask where are these parts?” Jackson asked her nodding to the faded gray shirt with the bright orange T. “Somehow I get the feeling we are in Kentucky no more.”
“Clay County, Tennessee” she had to swallow a bit to compensate for her dry mouth.
“Told you if we kept going this way the state border wasn’t far.” Eddie Folsom’s voice had a raspy quality.

His claim to fame was his talent with cars, his ticket to the big house had been bought after a bank robbery. A bridge on his escape route that had been demolished just two hours before he had wanted to use it.
“Good that will keep Kentucky’s finest of our backs, now all we need to worry about is the federal effort. All I’m looking for is some shelter, food and not laying eyes on any cops for a good long time. This place looks as good as any.”
“It looks very appealing to me.” Cassidy’s voice was surprisingly high-pitched for such a big man.
His eyes were resting on Sophia’s legs were the gray fabric of the over-sized t-shirt had shifted considerably upwards, revealing the creamy skin of her thigh. He reached out and pulled it even higher, it was quickly becoming apparent to him and both of the other men that, the young woman in their hands wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Sophia had been very much aware of that fact for some time now, but hadn’t wanted to draw any additional attention to it. But once the fabric was raised past her naked hip, she tried to fight the men off. She could as well have saved her strength.
“Ta da” Butch chimed like a magician as with a big pull he revealed the tidy triangle of dark blond curls.
“Ain’t this a sight for sore eyes” Folsom commented
“Sure looks prettier than all of those assholes in the pen.” Jackson added.
Folsom having a free hand, reached for her crotch “Feels much nicer as well. So what do we do?”
“Why don’t we secure the little beauty, and then get more comfortable with her? Butch check her wardrobe. Bitch got to have something we can use. Stockings, Scarfs anything will do.”

While Folsom secured her hands, Cassidy went to the built-in wardrobe and opened the door, huffing in surprise. When he returned he dropped a pair of steel handcuffs onto the bed.
“Handcuffs? Looks like we got ourselves a kinky one.” Jackson laughed.
“Well in a fashion.” Cassidy looked uncomfortable “he dropped a beige uniform blouse on the bed, the star on the chest glinting over the name tag.
“Meet Sophia Crest, Sheriff’s deputy of Clay County.”
Folsom started to laugh “What was it Luke? Food, shelter and no cops? Well we might have to settle for two out of three. And as the man said before, that ain’t bad.”


Sophia’s heart sank, those men had actually been the reason she had spent the last 24 hours on duty. Conducting a search for the escaped convicts. They were considered extremely dangerous, and she had dreaded what would happen once they found out she was a police officer.
“So you are a police pig?” Folsom’s eyes turned cold.

He roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her onto her stomach, press a knee into her back. Reaching for on of her hands and forcing them behind her back. With a metallic sound the cuff fastened around her wrist.
“Please, don’t do this. If you leave right now …”
Sophia never had the chance of finishing her sentence as Eddie Folsom increased the pressure onto his knee and intoned.
“You have the right to remain silent, if you choose to open your mouth, we will find something to stuff it. Everything you say will be used against you.”
He grabbed the second wrist and cuffed it behind her back. His hands entwined into her long curls and pulled her head up.
“You have the right to get fucked in every fashion possible. If you cooperate you might even survive the experience. Have you understood those rights?”
Sophia remained stubbornly silent.
“Answer him” Lucas Jackson cooed “Eddie has desperately waiting to be able to say something like that.”
“Yes, you asshole.” Sophia spat.

“Gentlemen, I’d say the lady made a choice and has clearly addressed me? Any disagreement?” Folsom’s voice was almost gleeful.
“Go right ahead brother.” Cassidy’s high voice gave her the creeps.
“Enjoy yourself. I’ll see what I can find to eat. I’m sure the bitch has plenty of provisions.” Jackson walked out of the room towards the kitchen. Cassidy followed.

“Ah those are good friends giving us some privacy.” With her face now resting on the mattress Sophia couldn’t see what was happening, but she felt Folsom moving beside her, the sound of heavy denim dropping to the floor. The man was evidently undressing. She knew screaming wouldn’t help, her next neighbor was a mile away. So she tried to ease away, perhaps if she could get onto her feet she might be able to escape from the house.

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