Fugitives - Gang rape galore

[Shocker]

Teaser: TSophia 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.

A hand like a vise, clasped her ankle and pulled her backwards, causing her legs to come apart and her shirt riding up exposing her whole lower body. Suddenly she felt his weight on her, and something hard and hot touch her crotch. She knew this was when she would be raped. The thought was terrifying, but she kept telling herself, that she was strong. She could survive sexual assault, even repeatedly. It might be a woman’s worst nightmare, but death was much more final.
“I know what you are thinking. You think your cunt is going to be just dandy, taking a bunch of starved prison cocks. After all that’s what sluts all believe.”

She felt his hard cock between her legs brushing against the entrance of her sex. And then it moved further up. Panic grew in her as, she felt him parting her buttocks and spitting on her exposed anus. Pressing his erecting right into the fresh pool of saliva and pressing forward.

There was no foreplay, no careful easing in. Sophia was in a world of pain emanating from her anus, which felt as if a bulldozer had been driving into her. The pain was unbelievable, and she screamed at the top of her voice.
“If you already like the tip so much, you’ll just love the remaining 7 inches.” Folsom laughed and pressed on, accompanied by additional screams.

“Sounds like we found the little piggy who screams” Jackson entered the room again carrying a can of beer.
“She has a nice tight ass.”
“Seriously after five years in the can you, ignore cunt for ass?”
“I wanted to start her right, wanted her to remember me for it. She had certainly plenty of cocks up her snatch, not so sure about her bum. But be my guest.”
The wailing Sophia felt him hooking his feet under hers, and was suddenly flipped around, without the cock in her ass being dislodged, her own weight drove her even deeper onto it if that was even possible. The bastard underneath her, used the leverage of his legs to spread her own, causing her ass to tighten even more and her pussy to open.
“Well, if this isn’t inviting.” Jackson dropped his pants, and revealed a raging erection.
All Sophia could do was to plead between sobs of pain “Please no, please let me go.” and staring daggers at her assailant.
“Well this little piggy, is going to learn what it means to be utterly fucked. Let’s see how good that furry cunt of yours feels.”

He lowered himself between her legs, and she felt his hardness pushing past the boundaries of her nether lips. Pushing forward without any concern about her. This was about his pleasure only, if his cock ripped her to shreds it would not be of any concern to Lucas Jackson.
“I grow tired of staring at those hateful eyes of yours. Let’s see if your tits are better.”
Jackson pulled the hem of her shirt up higher freeing her breasts to his gaze and draped the fabric over her face, leaving her to sound and feeling alone.

She felt far to full, with two cocks inside her. Yet she had stopped to scream, and began to whimper in pain every time one of them moved. They had found a rhythm, that felt like they were working a giant saw, while one moved in the other moved out. A saw was perhaps the wrong analogy, she felt as if she was caught between two sledgehammers. They even ended up cumming almost the same time, so that when they withdrew their dicks from her body, she felt warm fluid oozing out of her.
Suddenly the fabric over her face was pulled down.

“Here have a look of what kind of mess you made.”
Two slimy cocks were only inches from her face.
“I have half a mind to make you lick your filth from my cock” Folsom said.
“I would advise against that. Look at here eyes, she is a fighter.”
“Perhaps you are right. This rag will do”.
He grabbed her uniform blouse and wiped himself clean on the pristine starched fabric, leaving dark stains on the fabric. He handed it to Jackson who used it the same way. Both men taking evident pleasure of defiling a police uniform.

“You two honkys done with the bitch” Cassidy’s high-pitched voice sounded eager.
“For the moment, so you can have a go” Jackson replied
Cassidy grabbed Sophia’s face and spoke quiet to her.
“We are going to have so much fun, the two of us. By the time I’m finished with you, you will beg me to be allowed to suck my cock. Look I even found some of your toys.”
He dropped her nightstick, Maglite and a taser on the bed. Both items usually resided on her gun belt.
“I always wanted to play with those things, but finding them, it got me thinking, there is a gun missing. No pig would be without a service weapon, where do you keep your piece?”
Sophia blanched, those men were dangerous enough without providing them with a gun. She had multiple in the house all under lock and key, all she needed to do was remaining silent about it.
“Go to hell.” she spat.
“Not any time soon. But I like defiant women. They are the most fun to break.”
Sophia remained quiet.
“I’m sure they gave you the rundown on us. But they surely got me wrong, the DA, the judge and jury all called me a rapist. But that’s not what I do. Rape is sticking your dick in some honey pot and have your fun. You already had some of that.”
She grew concerned about where the big black man was heading with this.
“I break people, I simply love seeing their ego and self-esteem crumbling into little pieces. Best are women in authority, they believe they are in charge all the time. Do you believe you are in charge?”
He grabbed her by the curly blonde hair between her legs and pulled.
“Noo” Sophia yelled
“No you are not in charge, or no don’t pull at my precious pussy hair?”
“Both” she sobbed.
“Well Hallelujah, praise the Lord, here we have a half smart cunt.” Cassidy chimed.

“I’m sure if she wasn’t leaking cum from two of her three holes, she might be less enlightened” Jackson offered.
“I bet if she was dressed in that smart uniform and armed, she sure as hell would be much more bossy.” Folsom stated.
“Which brings us back to that gun of yours, bitch. Where is it.”
Sophia remained quiet.
Cassidy grabbed the nightstick and played with it.
“I always wanted to have one of those and a some poor little pig to play with it.”
He placed the tip against her lower lips.
“How far do you think I can get this inside you? Where is your gun?”
As he didn’t get an answer he, pushed and pushed hard. The cum inside her acting as a lubricant, and she soon felt fully stuffed again, only to find that the hard tool could reach deeper than her previous assailant and hit hard against her cervix. Another howl of pain bellowed through the house.

“You don’t like this? To be honest I could keep this up all night, but rest assured we will change things up shortly. That nightstick is no nice coated in cum and cunt slime. So it will slide nicely up your ass. What do you think, can we lodge all 2 feet inside your intestines?”
Blood drained from her face at the thought.
“Oh I see you loathe not having that cunt filled. We’ll just have to replace it with something else, I’m sure the flashlight isn’t too girthy for you.”
“No, please don’t do that.”
“No, I haven’t even told you what I was going to do with the taser. I was still debating if to discharge it on your nipples, or that clit of yours.”
He flicked the little pink bud with his finger.
“You might fry the whole thing” Folsom’s voice didn’t sound to concerned.
“But it will sure as hell be memorable for our little piggy.” Jackson stated.
Cassidy took the taser and let the two prongs glide from her pink nipples, down her rip cage, over her belly and coming to rest on her clit.
“You know what I want to hear, you either answer me now, or we are going to find out how much damage this non-lethal weapon can do. Are you as curious as I am?”

“The gun safe is in the cabinet in the living room.” Sophia burst out.
“Keys or combination?”
“The key is in my nightstand.” she was now truly terrified.
Lucas Jackson found it after a quick search, and went to check the contents. Sophia crumbled in the knowledge, that she had just armed all three convicts with two shotguns and several hand guns.
“Was this really so hard? Now the two of us can spend some quality time.”
He dragged her out of the bed, nightstick still impaling her sex. He forced her on her knees.
“That’s much better, but you are overdressed.”
He tore the t-shirt of her body leaving her entirely naked.
“Don’t use you toy, it’s about to slide out of your slimy cunt. If that happens I’ll be seriously pissed.”
Sophia tried to clamp down her pussy around the stick, but felt it sliding ever so slowly.
“You are going to offer yourself to me, like the useless cheap white whore that you are. And you will do so before that cunt of yours is vacated. If not, I will fuck up every orifice in your body, so that no man will ever enjoy being with you again.”
He dropped his pants and the biggest, thickest and blackest cock she had ever seen jumped into her face.
She knew what was expected of her and opened her mouth, touching the tip of his member. He hit her with the flat hand into the face so that she began to swoon.
“You ask for permission before you touch me.”
Sophia looked confused, but felt the night stick moving.
“Can I please suck your cock.”
“Sir, you call me sir.”
She took a deep breath “Can I please suck you cock sir”
“Are you a good cocksucker”
“I hope so, sir”
“How much of my cock you are going to take?”
“As much as I can, sir”
This time he slapped her other cheek
“All of it? Sir?”
“You can stop going down further when my balls slap your chin.”
“Yes Sir” she hated being this submissive, but survival was on the line.
She opened her mouth again and closed it around the massive head of his cock, and began moving down the shaft.
“Keep your eyes on mine” he ordered
And so she did, moving on by feel, hating the taste, despising every pulsing vein, as her lips stretched around the massive member. She began gagging when she reached her throat, but her fear of the mad man was real, so she kept going albeit slower, allowing her throat to stretch.
His musky smell grew ever stronger the closer she came to his own pubic region. And when she thought that she had to give up, she felt his heavy ball sack resting against her chin. She was almost out of air, but knew she would get more air when she moved her head back. So she slid forward and backwards on his cock just to be able to breathe.

“You were right, you are a passable cocksucker. Do you think you deserve to swallow my seed?”
Sophia assumed that this was going to be the next indignity and nodded.
“Wrong, you haven’t earned that privilege yet.” He reached out to the bed and brought forward the uniform blouse, ripping of the shiny tin star. He withdrew from her mouth and told her to open up, placing her badge of office between her lips and then came all over her face and open mouth.


The next couple of hours went into a blur. There wasn’t a single sexual act that wasn’t practiced on her. Any thought of resistance had been crushed by Cassidy. They raped her, either individually or in pairs. Penetrating all of her holes, or even multiple cocks in her pussy at the same time. They quickly established that if a cock had been in one of her holes, she would have to clean it in her mouth. She was entirely numb.
They found some hairbands and pulled her hair into pigtails, telling her she now looked so much younger. Shaving her mons, to make her look even younger. Which led to another round of rapes. This time all of them cumming on her naked pubic mound.

They left her with her ass impaled on a chair leg, the two pigtails lying on the floor where they had fallen, after they had cut them off.

They drove off laughing and joking, that avoiding this cop would have been a shame. Jackson resumed that they now had a car, weapons and a belly full of food. Staying longer with the deputy would have been fun, but was too risky.

Several things happened the next day. One of the other deputies, being concerned about Sophia’s absence drove to her house and found her. Getting the general gist of what was happening and called for an ambulance and the sheriff. That very same afternoon, the convicts ran into a street blockade by Tennessee law enforcement. The ensuing firefight was decidedly one-sided, all members of the road block stated, that they had fired their guns to disable. Yet all three men were hit by no fewer than 8 rounds to the chest and head. The Tennessee law enforcement brotherhood prided themselves on getting their men, protecting the law and protecting their own. Well they had done two of those, and two out three ain’t bad as the man had sung.

The End.

[joey]

Have a terrible weakness for home invasion stories, and this one was very enjoyable. Particularly liked the interaction with Cassidy, "I break people, I simple love seeing their ego and self-esteem crumbling into little pieces" - that concept is a lot of what non-con is all about in my fantasies. I do have a strong preference for multiple residents in my home invasion day dreams, but totally understand that's not on today's menu. Tip of the hat for the ending, often like a conclusion where the perps are handed payback for their actions.

As an aside, the ending reminded me of a particular Sheriff in the state of Florida, US named Grady Judd. He's kind of famous for quips like "we shot him graveyard dead" or when asked why police fired so many shots at an armed criminal "we ran out of bullets."

[Lucius]

I've loved it, Sophia's actions and reactions, the dynamics between the raping trio and the mechanics of it all!

“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.”

Well, this a plot twist every Sheriff’s deputy of female persuasion is dreading.

“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?”

This must be the Sophia version of the Miranda warning.

The wailing Sophia felt him hooking his feet under hers, and was suddenly flipped around, without the cock in her ass being dislodged, her own weight drove her even deeper onto it if that was even possible. The bastard underneath her, used the leverage of his legs to spread her own, causing her ass to tighten even more and her pussy to open.
... She felt far to full, with two cocks inside her. Yet she had stopped to scream, and began to whimper in pain every time one of them moved. They had found a rhythm, that felt like they were working a giant saw, while one moved in the other moved out. A saw was perhaps the wrong analogy, she felt as if she was caught between two sledgehammers.

This is a very hot thing to write, I've had Roman legionaries do that once... Is Folsom supposed to grab her by the hips and move her body up and down on his cock along with pushing up into her?

He dropped his pants and the biggest, thickest and blackest cock she had ever seen jumped into her face.

Frankly, I've expected the Mother of All Bites here.

They left her with her ass impaled on a chair leg, the two pigtails lying on the floor where they had fallen, after they had cut them off.

Hardcore.

[Shocker]

Have a terrible weakness for home invasion stories, and this one was very enjoyable. Particularly liked the interaction with Cassidy, "I break people, I simple love seeing their ego and self-esteem crumbling into little pieces" - that concept is a lot of what non-con is all about in my fantasies. I do have a strong preference for multiple residents in my home invasion day dreams, but totally understand that's not on today's menu. Tip of the hat for the ending, often like a conclusion where the perps are handed payback for their actions.

As an aside, the ending reminded me of a particular Sheriff in the state of Florida, US named Grady Judd. He's kind of famous for quips like "we shot him graveyard dead" or when asked why police fired so many shots at an armed criminal "we ran out of bullets."

Thank you for your kind feedback.
To be honest, most of the time the perps in my stories escape completely unscathed. It was only when I put the finishing touches to the story, that I thought those incidents would cause law enforcement to act with extreme prejudice.

[Shocker]

I've loved it, Sophia's actions and reactions, the dynamics between the raping trio and the mechanics of it all!

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Well, this a plot twist every Sheriff’s deputy of female persuasion is dreading.

First thank for your detailed feedback, I’ll try to respond to your points in detail.

Women in power are so much more fun to write as victims, than terrified teens or shy ingenues. Simply for the reason that we all have met somebody at least once were the thought of taking them down a peg or five was appealing. Here we have career criminals just escaped from prison. So they are horny and hate the system, of course they are over a police officer like a pack of hungry wolves.

“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?”

This must be the Sophia version of the Miranda warning.

That’s exactly the idea, I was even looking up the exact wording to see how I could pervert it.

The wailing Sophia felt him hooking his feet under hers, and was suddenly flipped around, without the cock in her ass being dislodged, her own weight drove her even deeper onto it if that was even possible. The bastard underneath her, used the leverage of his legs to spread her own, causing her ass to tighten even more and her pussy to open.
... She felt far to full, with two cocks inside her. Yet she had stopped to scream, and began to whimper in pain every time one of them moved. They had found a rhythm, that felt like they were working a giant saw, while one moved in the other moved out. A saw was perhaps the wrong analogy, she felt as if she was caught between two sledgehammers.

This is a very hot thing to write, I've had Roman legionaries do that once... Is Folsom supposed to grab her by the hips and move her body up and down on his cock along with pushing up into her? .

I don’t really know about the mechanics, I just liked the idea of her being forced into an incredibly vulnerable and exposed position by a rapist who doesn’t even stop what he is doing.

He dropped his pants and the biggest, thickest and blackest cock she had ever seen jumped into her face.

Frankly, I've expected the Mother of All Bites here.

And some time earlier in that story it’s exactly what should have happened. At this point Sophia has been sodomized and brutally double penetrated. Cassidy has been using tools of her authority to degrade her and hurt her. He has threatened to cause her incredible pain, and she believes him. He knows how to break her spirit, which is why she is going along with his orders.
I don’t believe in forced oral, and lack the skills to make it more believable.

They left her with her ass impaled on a chair leg, the two pigtails lying on the floor where they had fallen, after they had cut them off.

Hardcore.

I wanted to leave the readers in no doubt that this trio are some nasty pieces of shit. And taking a woman’s hair is still a great taboo, that works so well.

[AdmiralPiet]

Really nice!
I have to say, of all the contest entries I read so far, this one executes the theme of "two out of three aint bad" the best.
Two times, it does not feel forced, and both times in reference to the song.

I also liked the reading of the miranda rights.
It is very cheesy, but the remark about "he always wanted to say someting like that" took the edge off.

The overall story, progression and interactions are fine. Just some little nitpicks:
She wanted to fight cassidy, but broke. As he said. He does that with people.
I would have liked to see that play out a bit more. Maybe just one discharge of the taser? That would get the job done quick and make her later submissiveness easily comprehensive. (and would have been nice to see)
Also she could have beaten herself up about her "failure" some more. Of course it would not have been a failure, any number of people would break at that, but to her it might feel very different.
But as I said: Nitpick.

The end left me a bit torn.
It was nice to see a conclusion of the story that did not let the trio get away, but I never liked having the antagonist simlpy gunned down. Especially if it happens so fast he didn't have time to regret his actions. Would have been nice if they went back to prison, with some extra consequences.

Like:
"Look, comissioner,... mayor... I know it looks somewhat shady, but firing at a moving target that fights back. It ain't that easy to tell exactly where that bullet is going to land. On the upside: Cassidy wont relapse any time soon, and two out of three retrieved fugitives still got their cocks and balls. Ain't that bad after all"

[Shocker]

@AdmiralPiet thank you for constructive feedback, sure their demise could have been written in more detail, but the moment they left Sophia, they pretty much had exited the story. Having them killed in a ruthless fashion, was admittedly an afterthought, as I wasn’t feeling happy with the ending.

As for Sophia fighting back more, that could have been accomplished, but to do so satisfactorily it would have required another 1000 words, and it was getting a bit late for that. So your criticism is certainly justified.

[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) Ah, a classic prisoner escape home invasion. Having written one of those myself, it's one where there's plenty of directions to go.

2) The direction you went was solid. The defiance about giving the criminals access to her guns was genius, as was her cooperation after she had no choice both with telling where the guns were and obeying their orders after. After all, she didn't want to get shot.

3) Can't think of a thing. Spotted a few typeos but was too into the story to stop and point them out.

4) Future wank material when needed.

[Lucius]

And some time earlier in that story it’s exactly what should have happened. At this point Sophia has been sodomized and brutally double penetrated. Cassidy has been using tools of her authority to degrade her and hurt her. He has threatened to cause her incredible pain, and she believes him. He knows how to break her spirit, which is why she is going along with his orders.
I don’t believe in forced oral, and lack the skills to make it more believable.

Sam Peckinpah did a very believable one in Cross of Iron. Must've been quite shocking in 1977. Still is.

Forced oral here works just fine. The best scenario I can come up with is threatening someone close to the victim's heart.

[Blue]

WOW!
The best shocker I've read so far. At least for me, almost everything is just right. And what I liked best was the description of Sophia being double penetrated. The comparison with the saw is really apt!
I also don't mind that the ending is too rushed and brief. The refugees weren't the main characters of the story for me, so why bother describing whether they regretted their actions (which they certainly didn't anyway) or whether it would have been a more just punishment to have them put back in prison?
No, for me, the story is fine as it is written. And also my clear favorite for the competition.

P.S.
I devoured the story on my smartphone early this morning. It's not as convenient as on a laptop, but for me, it has the advantage that Google translates it immediately into German. And before I wrote this, I read the story again, practically word for word. And was even more excited than the first time