Perfect - a collaboration between brokenwing and seeker

[SeekerDT]

Teaser:
“Who’re you? What’re you doing here? You’d better leave. Right now.” She blurted.

Questions, emotions and thoughts jumbling into words. This was her house. He was the trespasser. She never even thought of running. He didn’t seem threatening. In fact, he seemed somehow familiar. But she couldn’t place him. Like running into a lesser-known movie star on the subway.

“Oh, don’t be like that. We’re here for the weekend. For a party.” Voice still casual, if with a hard edge.

“Who’s we? No... GET OUT! NOW!” Suddenly, a little scared. She yelled at a high pitch, unsettlingly her voice sounding several years younger, like a little girl’s.

“We’re your new friends, darling.” A voice behind her, chuckled menacingly.
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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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Index:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

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A few years ago, I worked with brokenwing on this story. It was her idea, but I did most of the writing, except the social media posts. Through this process I began to understand the process of getting into the minds of all the characters and reflect that in the narrative. brokenwing's talent and insight were amazing and in honour of this incredible writer that has been missing for four years, I wanted to post this story in it's entirety here, in a place where it will be accepted for what it is...
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Chapter 1


Social media post
March 23
My Friends,

I just thought it was time to give you a new update since my last post.

So things have settled down a bit and I've been doing pretty well at getting to class on time. I've still not made any decisions on a sorority as of yet but still have a few more rush parties to go to before trying to decide.

This definitely feels like a fresh start and I'm working hard to put the events of the last year behind me.

I am proud of you mom and dad for finally going through with it and taking that dream vacation to Europe.

Part of me wishes I could go too but this is what I have worked for, the last thirteen years of school. To go to college, to find my passion and to get to know who I am, not the girl who my parents raised me to be, or the girl Jake worked so hard to mold me into.

But I swear I'm starting a new phase of my life. A "me" phase where I live not to please mom and dad or Jake but where I live to please me.

xxx

Social media post
March 27
Hello friends,

Home, I need to be home. Mom told me that if I wanted to come home and do laundry I could.

When she made the offer I laughed it off as a silly idea - the laundry room in the basement of the dorm is not such a dark and gloomy place.

Well okay it is but that's not why I just need to get away and go home. And it will be much easier knowing that they’re in Europe and I won't have to see dad look at me with that look of unending disappointment.

But that's also not why I'm going home.

I always told myself I would stay away from the hot political issues. I wouldn't pick a side on gun control, abortion or any of those issues.

But the pro-life activists have been really pushing hard. They have somehow managed to get pamphlets, brochures, photographs and even clothing, like girl's panties still wet with some blood-like substance shoved into my books, my backpack and worst last night into the freshly washed and made-up bed linens of my dorm room.

My roommate swears she didn't let them in and despite the fact we've been struggling to get along, as you all know because of her partying that I've been avoiding, I cannot imagine she would let someone into our room. Anyway, she had a chemistry lab for 90% of the time the room was unoccupied.

So despite my absolute belief I'd have no reason to go home while they were gone, I've decided to get away from the overwhelming Pro-Life bombardment of the dorm. At least for the weekend.


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Friday 2:23pm

Jessica Ruby Bell was tired. She felt like her head would either explode or be engulfed in cotton wool. Neither would be pretty, she thought wryly. Driving five hours in busy traffic down the Turnpike would take it out of anyone. She felt she shouldn’t have to suffer like this. It was a cruel and unnecessary punishment. And she was special. Her life was supposed to be perfect. She was a princess. At least that’s what her father had told her since she was a toddler.

In her head, she replayed the last Facetime call she had made with her parents, the week before, as they were packing for their trip. As always, it left her with conflicting emotions, her deep love for them and their good intentions colliding with their passive aggressive critique of everything she did. She’d reconciled herself to it just being the way it was between a teen daughter and her parents.

“Hey Dad, you guys ready for your trip?” Half of her father’s face filling the screen, because he never aimed it right and always held the phone too close.

“Morning Princess. Yes, it’s tremendously exciting. Your mother’s just packing. See…” The image swinging wildly as it panned across the room towards a beautiful woman, wearing an elegant navy blue and gold chiffon dress with perfect matching blue heels, leaning over the bed as she folded clothes into two large suitcases.

“Hi Mum. How are you? You’re looking good.” Ruby shouted into the phone so her voice would carry across the room. “Those are pretty big suitcases.”

“Fine Dear. Thank you. Of course, they are big. We are going for a month, and we need outfits for every occasion.” The woman spoke without looking up, enunciating every word as if she were giving elocution lessons. “Remember the time we took you to Paris? We had to change two or three times a day. And you can’t always trust those European laundries.”

“Sure Mum.” Ruby cringed as she recalled having to be dolled up for every occasion in a new outfit, at the insistence of her mother.

“I hope you are maintaining your beauty regime. Like I taught you.” Her mother’s tone, always loaded with suspicion when asking about this topic. “As a woman, you can’t afford to let anything go.”

Those words made Ruby pause for a moment, as she had just quickly applied her makeup before the call. While it was unlikely that her mum would pull herself away from her packing, Ruby still couldn't help tensing up a bit on the off chance that her mother might just come over and take the phone from her father to make some point to her daughter. If she did, she would immediately spot that her daughter had skipped a few steps in her beauty regime and wasn't ready to go out or to be on a video call.

“Yeeeeeesssss, Muuuuum.” Intentional exasperation in her voice. But immediately brightening, “Stop packing for a minute so we can chat. I won’t see you for a whole month" she said, still pretty sure her mum would not be distracted. How ironic that the more she asked her mum to come to the phone, the less likely that she would.

“I’m busy, Darling.” The straightforward reply. Not meant to hurt as much as it did, even though it was exactly what she'd expected. “Speak to your father. I’ll listen.”

The phone panned back to her father’s chin as he said in a mock conspiratorial whisper, loud enough for his wife to hear. “Don’t worry about her, Princess. She’ll chip in when she wants. You know she can hear everything.” Then shifting the conversation. “So, how’s school?”

“It’s good, Dad. Got an A for Creative Writing, and we have a Psych test this week. I’ve been studying hard, so it’ll be fine. I like Psychology, understanding the human mind and all that.” Happy to be onto safer ground with her father and academics, rather than the beauty and fashion topics that consumed her mother.

“Have you chosen a sorority yet?” Her mother called from the other side of the room.

“No, Mum. I’m rushing Chi-O, Kappa Delta and Pi Beta Phi.” Trying to keep it light, knowing the conversation was extremely loaded.

“You know I was at Pi Phi. I was hoping...” Came the response, as always.

“Yes, I know Mum, but it’s MY life.” She had to stand her ground now that she was in college. It couldn’t always be what her mother wanted.

There was an awkward silence for a couple of seconds before her father asked. “What are you doing for sport? Are you going to try out for the swim team?”

“Nuh uh. I want to focus on my studies.” She responded. “But I’m learning to surf. There’s a cool surf club at school.” Hoping that would pacify him.

“Really? Surfing? That’s not a sport, Princess.” His voice, laden with disappointment. But then his tone brightened with a chuckle. “At least it’ll keep you fit. Just don’t become one of those beach bums.” Then with a whisper “… and wear sun cream. Your mother will have a fit if you burn your skin.”

“I heard that.” Her mother admonished. “I don’t know why you insist on doing these weird things, Darling.”

“I love the ocean and its creatures, Mum. It’s really important to me.” Her love of the sea had grown strongly over the past couple of years, being one of the main reasons that she had chosen a college on the coast. “Okay. I’ve got to run. Have a great trip.” A small wave into the phone camera.

“Be well, Princess. Keep those grades up, don't have too much fun.” Her father chuckled.

“We'll see you when we get back. You have the number for the hotel if you need us, or in an emergency you can call the cell. But only in an emergency, those international calls are expensive; by the minute.”

“Bye-bye, my darling.” Her mother called “You’re welcome to come home on the weekends if you want. Do your laundry and keep a check on the house.”

Ruby let out an exhausted sigh when the call ended, she loved them both, but it had never been easy to be the perfect daughter as they expected, or well practically demanded.

Arriving at the front gate of her parents’ house, she pressed the remote and watched the heavy wooden gates slowly open inwards, feeling a bit better about being home. Driving up the long familiar driveway towards her parents’ house seemed to wash the frustrations of the drive away.

It always made her feel safe. The rolling manicured lawns with the rose gardens and hydrangeas her mother tended religiously would have felt at home with an English manor house. It was all so peaceful here, out of the city. Suburban smallholdings, ‘four acres a property minimum’ the local association kept reminding the residents, particularly those who wanted to sub-divide.

Ruby loved the space and the quiet. It was her happy place. The place she went to relax, whether in her mind during meditation or physically like now to get away from the world. The big crazy horrible world with its despicable people.

She’d always loved rounding the last corner past the poplar grove and seeing the rambling stone house with its white rimmed windows. Double storied, multi-bedroomed and a gorgeous slate roof. Since she was a child, it was the roof that made her feel that it was a palace, and she was the princess. Obviously, her doting father reinforced that belief and that just made her love her life in this sheltered sanctuary even more.

Parking by the porte cochère, she extended a black and white striped leg out of the car, perfectly defined by her designer tights, while carefully placing her matching white sneakers with the black stripes onto the cobbled driveway. She extracted herself from the compact BMW and wandered up to the front door, enjoying the fragrances and colours of the fall border – flowers that her mother had planted at the entrance.

Ruby took a deep breathe, like she did every time she unlocked the front door. The freshness of the air and the serenity of the surrounds always invigorated her soul and made her body sing.

As she entered, she expected to have to deactivate the alarm. But it was off… Strange, because Dad never left it off. Maybe the neighbours came to water the plants and forgot… That must be it. It wasn’t such a big deal anyway, because the electronic system always self-alarmed after a couple of hours once Dad had set it into holiday mode.

She didn’t worry about those sorts of things because her father did. She could never understand his obsession with security in this leafy suburb way out of the city. Bad things only happened in other places. Not here. But being her father’s daughter, she flicked it onto the Stay: Armed setting that locked all the doors and windows, as she entered the hallway. The double beep was unusual, but nothing to stress about because she was… HOME ALONE. YAY!!

As she walked into the dark wood hallway, she glanced at herself in the full-length beveled mirror with the gold-leaf frame that her mother adored. It was always the last thing her mother did before leaving, whether to the ballet, dinner or gym. ‘You must always look your best, dear.’ Words she had heard since she could talk.

The image that stared back at her was perfection. Long blond hair, draped straight to her chest, framing a perfect face with its straight nose, pale blue eyes, flawless complexion and the most kissable lips, which every man in her college dreamed about. Or so her friends teased her.

Moderate breasts perched on her slim frame, encased in an off-the-shoulder tight white top. Pleated in the front to accentuate her bust and spaghetti straps over her wide swimmer’s shoulders. Cropped to expose her flat toned stomach and cute belly button, swelling into slim hips and down to her long legs. The criss-cross of the strings joining her stripped tights creating pretty patterns down her legs. She loved these tights, always naughtily wondering whether if someone pulled the end, they would just unravel like a knitted sweater leaving her clutching a couple of pieces of useless cloth to protect her modesty.

But despite how sexy she felt in these tights, she couldn’t forget her thighs. The bane of her life and her eating habits. Her mother was naturally slim and never seemed to worry about what she ate, but since puberty Ruby had been fighting the bulge of the upper thigh. Was that an extra inch she saw in the mirror?

Secretly she was happy Mum wasn’t home, to make her subtle comments. There would be no need to compare herself to a statuesque woman twice her age and still feel inadequate. Ruby was subconsciously jealous of the way her mother could eat a horse without it landing anywhere, other than glamour and poise.

She shook off those conflicting thoughts and dropped her matching Louis Vuitton bag and purse on the hall table, smiling wryly at the source of the designer gift. Her latest boyfriend had bashfully given them to her after a weekend of rampant oral sex during which she had shown her devotion with her mouth at least a dozen times. A record even for her, despite her love of giving blowjobs to make the guys she liked just feel great and avoid having to have sex. Those relationships didn’t last long, but at least she didn’t let them go any further.

Then standing indecisively in the hall. Whether to find something to eat after her marathon drive or to go and rest on the sofa in the lounge, in order to shake off her fatigue.

On the one hand, choosing between the dry carrots and wilted lettuce her mother was bound to have left her and the cookies she knew her father hid behind the pasta.

On the other, flopping feet up on the couch and vegging the way she wanted, since mum wasn’t there to grumble at her bad manners.

In a spit second, the couch won out, because it would be good for her figure to stay hungry for a while longer. And anyway, acting out against mum felt way better.

As she strode into the lounge, she came face to face with a man sitting casually on the couch, shoes nonchalantly on the coffee table. As if he owned the place.

“Hello, Ruby. Welcome home.” He said with a cold edge to his voice, not the least welcoming.

“Who’re you? What’re you doing here? You’d better leave. Right now.” She blurted.

Questions, emotions and thoughts jumbling into her words. This was her house. He was the trespasser. She never even thought of running. He didn’t seem threatening. In fact, he seemed somehow familiar. But she couldn’t place him. Like running into a lesser-known movie star on the subway.

“Oh, don’t be like that. We’re here for the weekend. For a party.” Voice still casual, if with a hard edge.

“Who’s we? No... GET OUT! NOW!” Suddenly, a little scared. She yelled at a high pitch, unsettlingly her voice sounding several years younger, like a little girl’s.

“We’re your new friends, darling.” A voice behind her, chuckled menacingly.

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[Shocker]

I was very sad to read that you stopped writing, as I was and still am a great fan of your works. So I take it with great thanks that you are at least willing to repost something.

[peterfrisk]

Seeker, how nice to see you again. I remember this from RU… A really good and exiting story (poor Ruby might not agree), but for the rest of us it’s a “must read”.

[Claire]

I haven't read the first chapter yet but I will, I promise. I would, however, like to make a suggestion. Given that this was written in collaboration with an important member of the community who has disappeared, and is now reposted at least partially in her memory, how about we put the story into the Popular Stories or Community Favorites board once @SeekerDT has posted it completely regardless of its rating? I think the story proved itself back on RavishU and once the final chapter is posted, it would be a shame to see a piece of community history disappear somewhere on page 5+ as so many great stories did back on RavishU.

@RapeU It's ultimately your call. I will not impose my will on the forum on my way out, I just think it would be a nice idea to honor a former important member of the community that way.

[SeekerDT]

Chapter 2

Social media post
April 17 - A year earlier.

Besties

This has been the most perfect year ever. Since Junior year I can hardly believe I've managed to get all A's even in the AP classes in subjects I never thought I could ace, math and science.

I actually placed in a couple meets and even gold medaled in two.

My bestie friends, today I am declaring this a perfect Senior year because I have been accepted by the number one summer swim program in the country.

Yes me, all 5 foot 4, mini-me, have made one of the most prestigious summer swim programs. And I’ll be 18 in the summer, all grown up and ready for the world.

As you all know, I've always been daddy's girl but when I got the acceptance letter I think it made me the apple of my daddy's eye.

When I got my first swim medal I thought he would blast off into outer space without a rocket ship. I think it was the most proud of me he has ever been, that is before today when I opened my acceptance.

If you didn't know, dad was an Olympic level swimmer until an unfortunate injury took away his dream.

To be honest, as most of you know, I've never really taken competitive swim seriously.

I'm probably the furthest girl from being any type of competitive person and while I love what it's done for my tummy definition I'm hoping to avoid getting thunder thighs.

Mostly I swim, well because my dad would put me up for adoption if I quit and it gives me a way to try to stay thin so I don't look so fat when I'm standing by my mom, who still looks perfect like a supermodel without trying.

Now if only there was a way I could get taller so I could live up to mom's dream for me to follow in her footsteps as a model and actually get a real modeling job rather than the few junior print adds I've gotten.

If only I knew how to get some of Alice's cake from Wonderland, but I can't seem to find an email address for her.

But anyway, at least for today, I have lived up to one of my parents’ dreams for me and this is the most perfect year ever!

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Social media post
June 3, The previous year.
Besties

It's only been one day since I boarded the airplane leaving home for the entire summer and I miss you all already.

Last night was nothing special just check in and speeches on the rules.

Today and every day except Sunday starts at six AM with swim practice.

It's funny because I was ready to freak out but I expected not to be the only one. Oops these people are hard core fish. By 6:30 AM we were at the pool and warming up.

I hope I'm not miserable here because all of these people are hard core competitive and I feel like a leprechaun compared to all of them, other than one other girl. Other than her, I think she's one inch shorter than me, every other girl is like 5 foot 8 or taller. I don't think there is a guy here under six foot.

Not too surprising wearing makeup in the pool is not permitted even if the makeup is waterproof. As you all know I'm not the type of girl who likes to go au naturelle. So I feel like my every blemish and imperfections are on display for everyone at swim camp to see.

Please don't judge, but of course my body just knowing I can't use concealer immediately decided to get a pimple at the tip of my chin. I'm not going to be a happy camper, badahdump, pun intended, if I have a full break out. As if it's not already bad enough I have these moles on my face.

If only I would have known about the no-makeup rule before coming to camp. I might have been able to get my mom to discourage me going to swim camp because of such a barbaric rule. But ya can't change the past.

Practice for the first day was very intense. I'm exhausted but I promised to let you all know I'm okay.

I hope I don't regret signing up for this.

I'll try to update again in a few days.


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Friday 2:48pm

Before she could turn around, a powerful hand wrapped around her slender neck. Ensuring that she could only face straight ahead, at the man reclining on the couch. She wriggled to try and get loose, but he was squeezing too tight. Instead, she was lifted her up onto her tip toes, feet scrabbling desperately on the rug. Arms flailing aimlessly with her increasing panic.

“Stop it… You’re hurting me… Let go.” She wheezed through her constricted breathing.

Vainly she tried to kick and claw, but he easily evaded her. A firm slap landing on her backside. Not so much pain, but shocking. And disconcerting at how easily she was being manhandled, and how helpless it made her feel.

“Behave!” He growled from behind with another swat.

The fingers and thumb encircling the arteries in her neck tightened, restricting the blood to her brain. Her dainty hands scrabbled ineffectually at his hands as her vision narrowed, and the darkness of unconsciousness encroached. Her terror grew as she realized that she could do nothing about it.

She had never taken a formal self-defense class but had been taught a few things in school. It was frightening how useless any of those things were. With him holding her from behind she couldn't see let alone reach for his eyes. She always kept medium long manicured nails, but the skin on his hands and arms was rough and he showed no reaction to any of her attempts, even when she tried to dig her fingernails into his flesh, except to lift her higher, making her take more of her own bodyweight with the pressure of his fingers pressed into her neck. Like a puppet on a string.

“Stop phleeeeez. . .” She wheezed, gulping instinctively.

All she could do was to hold onto his hand, clutching her neck to try desperately to use her own strength to support at least some of her weight. Her fine blond hair in disarray across her face, agitated by her feeble shuddering movements.

“When you stop struggling… It’s up to you.” He countered evenly, as if they were having a cordial conversation.

All that kicking at him with her feet achieved was to cut off her air even more. The very tips of her shoes were the only thing keeping her entire body weight from being hung from his perfectly placed fingertips and hands.

“Hhhuuuuuggghh.” It felt like she was choking, and he didn’t care.

Then hauling her like a dangling puppet, until they were in front of the other man. Ruby presented for his inspection. The hand relaxed slightly, letting her drop onto the balls of her feet, allowing her to breathe. Relief.

“See, it’s better when you don’t resist.” Like a teacher repeating a lesson to a recalcitrant student.

The man in front of her looked rough in every way. Sprawled on the couch, black sneakers propped on the antique coffee table in a manner her mother would never have allowed. He wasn’t ugly, but his heavy jaw and large forehead gave him a brooding thuggish look, accentuated by the stubble on his shaven head and the scar on his chin. The too-tight white tee-shirt and faded blue jeans with a large silver scull Harley-Davidson belt buckle, clothed his hard-muscled body and completed his rough image, contrasting dramatically with the beautiful décor of her mother’s lounge.

It was very unlikely that he would have been invited into this house as a guest, under any circumstances. Possibly as a workman, but then he wouldn’t be making himself at home, in such an entitled manner. That thought ricocheted around Ruby’s head, agitating her and making her even more concerned about what would happen.

“Very pretty. I see what he saw in her.” Talking to the other man as if she wasn’t there, objectifying her.

Lecherously ogling her. His eyes tracing her body, undressing her from her toes up her slender legs, pausing at her crotch accentuated by the stretch tights, across her exposed belly to stop again to take in her tightly encased breasts.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Her confidence returning with her breathing.

And then looking her in the eyes like a predator, about to devour its pray. No compassion in that face, only cruelty and distain.

“We’re going to get to know each other. While our friends are busy looking around your lovely home.” His features showing nothing friendly.

“Please don’t hurt me. Take whatever you want. . . Just leave me alone.” Despite her attempt to sound strong, to be brave, she felt so pathetic, so weak.

And what did he mean by his ‘friends’. Were there more of these uncouth men in her house? Why were they here? So many thoughts and so few answers. Just riddles spat out at her by this scary man.

“Why’d you think we want to hurt you?” The menace dripping from his tone didn’t give her any comfort. “We just want to have some fun.” Nasty smile giving the words a different meaning.

“What. . . what do you mean?” She asked, whining as her mind scrambled to try and guess what they meant by the word ‘fun’.

“He means, we just wanna play with you, sweetie.”

The man holding her by the neck leaning in to whisper in her ear, his voice soft and almost comforting. But the words and the finger trailing down her cheek. . . over her lips, instilled a deep sense of dread in the young woman. It seemed surreal how easily he held her body by the neck, and she felt more vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life.

“Please don’t. . .”

Ruby tried to turn around to look at him, but her neck was being held too tightly. She was too scared to resist. The finger traced down her throat, circling gently on her exposed upper chest above the cinched crop top. In another circumstance the act would be caring, almost erotic. But here it was just plain threatening, especially as he carried on trailing his hand down over the swell of her breast, across the thin stretch material to the faint bump of her nipple. A quietly hummed “Hmmm. . . Nice.”

“No! Stop it. . . please?”

Her hands trying to push his away, to preserve her privacy. They were her breasts, her body. Not for someone else to help themselves to, uninvited.

“Stoooo. . .”

In that instant, she felt the hand on her neck slide around to clasp her throat and pull her body against his, cutting off her words. Her head pinned to his chest and his pincer fingers tightening so she couldn’t breathe. Panic coursed through her body.

“Shhhh. Don’t talk.” He whispered as if comforting her, as though he was not strangling her.

She thought she was going to die. Scratching and kicking, to no avail. Her consciousness being taken away, so easily.

“Hhhhuu.” Trying unsuccessfully to get some air into her burning lungs.

This time he held her writhing until she weakened and fell limp, the blood supply to her brain temporarily shut off. He loosened his grip and she revived within a couple of seconds, terrified and nauseous. Finding his hands still on her neck and her breasts, and hers clinging onto them.

“Put your hands down. . . Unless. . .” The murmuring in her ear was now menacing in its tone and modulation. The warning undeniable.

She dropped them meekly, not wanting a repeat of that horrific feeling. His hand casually resumed its exploration of her nipple. First circling it and then pinching it gently through her top, causing the small nub to instinctively harden and tent the material.

“You liking that? Hmm?” His smug voice whispering like it was in her head.

Ruby blushed and bit her lip, ashamed of her body’s reaction and her powerlessness. She couldn’t stop the unwanted sensations from her nipple sending shivers down her back, pinned as she was against this strong unseen man. She was distracted by the thought that his touch on her breast and nipple felt so intense, amplified by the fear and anticipation at how easily he could stop her from breathing.

“No...” She mumbled back, unconvincingly.

Despite her every will to ignore how it felt, her body did just the opposite. Regardless of her disgust for them both, she realised that they could see how much she felt the sensations. Which caused her to feel like she was blushing even more, her face glowing hot, if that was possible.

“This tells me otherwise.” Nipping the hard nub between thumb and finger.

She stared stoically at the picture hanging on the wall behind the couch. A portrait of her father, smiling down benignly at the scene unfolding in the room. Ruby tried to get strength from it, from her father who always demanded she be strong and dignified. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to do either, but she’d try. Despite his quiet disapproval, a feeling that had crept into their relationship over the past year.

“Take your top off.”

Her gaze dropped in disbelief to the man who had spoken, staring unsympathetically back at her from his vulgar posture on the couch. She shook her head unconsciously.

“What… no… I can’t.” She pleaded desperately, her hands reflexively covering her breasts.

“Julio. . .” A single word and a nod to the man behind her.

Like a garrotte the hand tightened again, but this time even firmer. Her fear was worsened by knowing what to expect. She struggled helplessly as her air and consciousness were snuffed out. Blackness encroaching…

When she recovered, coughing and heaving, she was in exactly the same situation with no escape. But now her throat was bruised and sore.

“I want to see your tits. You’ve got twenty seconds. . .”

Cruel unforgiving eyes glared. Challenging her to resist. Willing her to submit.

She’d never felt so scared, vulnerable or embarrassed in her life. How was it that a man was strong enough to hold onto a girl with one hand so she couldn't get away? But even worse, he was able to just tighten his grip and stop her from breathing, taking away her consciousness. An possibly even her life. That was truly terrifying.

“Okay. . . Please don’t hurt me again.” Her whining voice, sounding so pitiful.

Eyes downcast, Ruby slipped her left arm out of her top and then slowly pulled it up her torso, hesitating when the hem reached her breasts. But then steeling herself, persuading herself that this was better than being suffocated, or worse. Revealing her braless white mounds with their small pink nipples, erect from the cold, her fear and his stimulation.

Then pausing at the hand that was still around her throat. Before removing it altogether when he released her, her hair seeming to want to hold onto the material as she pulled it over her head, just like she wanted to but didn’t dare.

She stood there, blushing crimson, her left arm pressed modestly across her chest. Right hand dangling uncertainly, holding the top. Staring at the floor, not sure what to do next, but not wanting to know either. Feeling the tears of shame and frustration welling in her eyes, blinking bravely. Trying not to show them her fear and weakness.

“Show me your tits. Play with them. Like you do when you’re frigging yourself.” Leering at her, using such vulgar language.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it. To expose herself in such an intimate way. Mumbling pitifully, she pressed her hands to her breasts. “Please... Don’t make me.”

She wasn't sure if there could be a more humiliating feeling than having to expose her private body parts to the two men, two strangers that were intent on humiliating her. Especially when she had barely even let her girlfriends see her topless in the locker room at school, or even at a sleepover playing truth or dare.

Her parents had always encouraged her to cover up and keep her dignity. She would get fussed at for walking around at home in only her night clothes - typically a tank top and flimsy shorts - without wearing a robe.

So, for these two brutes to ask her, no to tell her to stand there without covering her body, sent so many confusing thoughts and feelings throughout her mind.

It felt like they were looking at her through a microscope and seeing every pimple, mole, dark patch and flaw on her body. She was hyper-conscious of her pale skin and the way any blemish was highlighted. And this experience was just too mortifying for her young, sheltered mind to comprehend.

She loved her family's home, but she wished she was anywhere else right then. She’d driven so many hours to get away from the stresses of college, from the rumours and being judged. Home, especially her room, was her private oasis. Where she could escape from her family and friends. Where she could avoid the judgement of others and just relax, unwind and think, or not think. Just be herself.

Yet now, after the long journey home, with her parents traveling in Europe, she thought she'd have the whole house to herself. But she had not even made it to her room before being ambushed by these men. Desecrating the home that she had always thought was the safest place in the world. Away from spite and criticism, from threat or harm.

Yet here she was almost completely exposed in front of these two monsters.

“Listen to me clearly... I want... to see… your tits… NOW! You don’t want to make me angry.”

The man on the couch sat forward, staring intently at her, speaking as if to a child, to the young defenseless girl that she felt like in front of them. She timidly shook her head but didn’t say anything. Nor did she move her protective arm. Looking like a deer in the headlights.

Shaking his head in exaggerated disappointment. “Julio...”

[SeekerDT]

Thank you all for the incredible welcome and hello to old friends - previously known (Shocker) and unknown. Thanks you Claire for an amazing idea to recognise brokenwing's talent.

[RapeU]

@RapeU It's ultimately your call. I will not impose my will on the forum on my way out, I just think it would be a nice idea to honor a former important member of the community that way.

No objections from me. I think that's a nice idea and should go in the currently empty community favorites.

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Chapter 3

Social media post
June 9, The previous year.

BFFs,

Sorry I haven't posted more but I never could have imagined any type of summer camp being this structured and intense.

In my last post I neglected to share that I had a roommate since these are dorm rooms, but maybe it's good that I didn't because my first roommate's name was Mary, but Mary is now in a different room and my new roommate is Chantelle. Chantelle is from Jackson Mississippi and has a crazy amazing athletic body. She's six foot tall and her wingspan is ridiculous. Mom and dad would love her because she’s frequently reading her Bible. She's a year older than me, so I always feel like she’s looking at me like a little kid.

Between practice sessions we have been in a variety of meetings. Even though we were required to have a physical to come here we all had an exam and interview with medical staff. I know one was a doctor, another a nurse and I'm not sure of the third person's role, but I had a very complete exam and I think I was asked more personal questions by the three of them than any truth or dare game I ever played with any of you.

They took blood, and a urine sample, they asked us to bring back a stool sample, they did a Pap smear, asked us questions about our recent menstrual cycle and when it first started. They even took a DNA swab from our cheek and asked me about my sexual history including weird things I either didn't know or hadn't thought about. I have now been tested for STDs and AIDS, even though I'm not sexually active, and haven’t been!

They asked about kissing, who, how many, age started and talked about Mono and I even found out cold sores are a type of herpes. I was a little bit embarrassed, but they seemed so cold and serious, after a while it just went so fast it felt more clinical than personal. Most of you know the three boys I've kissed and, yes, okay, I admitted to having practiced kissing one of my girlfriends, you know who you are.

Probably the most embarrassing part was having to admit that while I maybe kind of tried to do a self-breast exam, I have now been taught how to do one properly in the presence of the three of them.

Ewww, yes they even made me confess to masturbation and for those of you like me who's parents make you feel like it's a mortal sin, they actually pushed that it's healthy and good for you, as long as you wash your hands first, like it’s a normal human practice. And I'm not telling you all that I admitted, or at least do not believe that I’ve achieved the big "O".

But enough about that.

They can and will do random blood tests and urine samples, as if we are doping. We will also be placed on a daily regimen of vitamin and supplements based on our blood tests, it’s crazy.

And I have to tell you all modesty about my body is slowly oozing away. I have already been given several various swimsuits and a variety of camp t-shirts, cover ups, robes, even sun dresses, gym shorts, tank tops and I'm sure I'm forgetting to list a few.

After each practice period in the pool we are required to shower off, dry off and put-on dry clothing.

I felt modest and exposed in the locker and shower room in school, but that was practically full privacy compared to here.

More girls, other campers and staff, have seen me in various stages of undress here than I even could have counted. And mom and dad, sorry but don't get upset, I promise it feels, well at least semi normal, but the male coaches sometimes just walk by when we are in various stages of dress.

The first time a girl protested we all got put on notice to get over it that we're all here with one goal and focus, and that is swim. I try to stay covered as much as I can, but we change so often that you do just start to forget and get over it.

And oh my gosh, I thought I was flexible, but um no, at least not to their standards. Between the trainers and the coaches I have been stretched by more people in this one week than I think have ever helped me stretch before I came here, in my entire life.

Warmups here are even intense and they are very serious about stretching, to avoid pulling a muscle, ligament or tendon. The first several times I was stretched it was by female trainers or coaches but on Wednesday it was a male trainer and on Friday it was one of the male coaches.

You're not the only one being stretched so after a while you stop feeling self-conscious. Like everything else, it's just intense and stops feeling weird.

Our food choices are also super limited and towards the end of the week based on our testing (blood, DNA) they started limiting our food choices even more.

We wake when they want, eat when and what they want, stretch like they want, wear what they want, change clothes when they want, take medications, vitamins and supplements that they want, and sleep when they want. Apparently, roommates are assigned based on the swim events they choose for you, so we were all told to get used to roommate changes. I can't say I've made a single friend so far. So much time is spent stretching, training, in classroom watching films, that there's little social time.

You can sit by who you want for meals, but I've just found a familiar face and sat there, names I'm still learning.

Sometimes it even feels like we go to the toilet on queue.

The good thing is everything has been so structured that I've been either too busy or too tired to have my feelings hurt.

Friday night we did get to watch a movie that they picked for us, but several of us fell asleep before the end.

So that's my life. Yes I've read some of your posts and am replying as best as I can by DM. Please if I didn't reply, know that it's not by choice but from exhaustion.

Will post again as soon as time allows.


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Friday 3:12 pm

In that moment, Ruby recalled another time in that room. Not as ominous, but just as embarrassing. Or so she thought…

Janie was one of those friends who one is drawn to, like a moth to a flame. A force of nature that drags everyone and everything along with it. They had known each other since kindergarten, their parents were friends and they lived one street over. As little girls, they had played together, happily unconcerned about anything but what they were doing at the time, whether storytelling with dolls in their bedrooms or climbing trees in the garden.

It was only when they reached puberty that their differences emerged. Janie loved the limelight, loved that boys and even men looked at her with a quiet hunger. She intentionally wore the tightest clothes, practiced moves that were intended to provoke attention and perfected an almost perpetually pouty expression. Her dark hair, olive skin, long limbs and voluptuous figure were in stark contrast to Ruby’s own pale complexion and petite body.

Being gorgeous, popular and wealthy, she’d sailed into being a cheerleader, not wanting to play sports, but rather be appreciated for how she looked and pranced on the side lines of the varsity football team. Janie had tried to persuade Ruby to try out for cheerleading squad, but the thought of being exposed to all those eyes gave her an instant knot in her stomach and she’d refused, hiding behind her need to prioritize swimming.

Despite their divergent paths, they’d remained close friends, at least at home, spending time with each other two afternoons a week. Ruby helped Janie with her homework in subjects she struggled with, while Janie tried to get Ruby to be more interested in boys. Already being sexually active, Janie would describe what she did on her dates, in hushed tones so their parents wouldn’t hear. Ruby would giggle awkwardly in excited shock with each new revelation about boys they both knew, and the things Janie would do with them.

Occasionally Janie would make her watch porn videos explaining what was going on, as if she were an authority on all things sexual. Other times, they would watch online videos of women revealing themselves, talking dirty or even dancing for their webcams. Ruby always blushed but didn’t want Janie thinking she was a prude or something. Janie loved to push her friend, relishing her flustered but intrigued expression.

It was one afternoon the previous year when they were home alone in her parent’s lounge, after watching a particularly raunchy strip by an online cam girl, that Janie had done her own strip dance in time to the pounding music and filming herself on her phone camera. She’d even claimed with a naughty giggle that she would post it… maybe for this older guy that liked her videos… ‘for years’ she whispered with a wink that made Ruby’s eyes widen in shocked amazement.

“Come on Rubes. Your turn.” Her half naked friend challenged. Ruby didn’t know where to look with her friend wearing only the tiniest G-string panties, her full round breasts and large dark nipples shaking with her every move. “It’ll be fun.”

“Mm mmm.” She responded, not able to form words, her face flushing bright red with discomfort at her friend’s nakedness. The thought of doing the same and someone seeing her was mortifying. “I couldn’t... I don’t… No.”

“Don’t be a feeb. Come on. No-one’ll see it.” Her friend’s exasperation obvious in her tone. “Okay, I won’t even film you.”

Ruby’s heart sank because she knew how this always ended. Janie got her way… she always got her way with Ruby, even when Ruby didn’t want to do something. That was just the way it worked… Ruby would resist, and Janie would persist…

When they were younger it was Janie that made Ruby push her boundaries, like climb way too high, sneak out at night after curfew, steal a sip of her father’s liquor, practice French kissing so that she’d be ready for a boy…

True to form, ten minutes later, Ruby was swaying self-consciously and clumsily in time to the music of a girl on the TV, taking off her top and then shimmying out of her shorts, leaving her in her plain white bra and panties.

She felt just so inadequate in comparison to Janie, who was confidently displaying her body without a care in the world. But she couldn’t let Janie down…

“Wooooo… looking good.” Janie yelled encouragingly, shaking her breasts sultrily in time to the beat. “Get it off… get it off…”

With a deep sigh, Ruby reluctantly unclipped the front clasp of her bra, letting it hang disconsolately from her shoulders as her pert breasts popped loose. Breasts that were so much smaller, perkier and paler than her friend’s, causing her to flush even more and hold her arms across them, mortified by the entire ordeal.

That day she never did uncover her breasts, despite Janie’s appeals. It was a step too far, even with her friend’s influence. She had turned and dressed sheepishly, tears moistening her eyes in frustration at her own insecurities.

Despite her apparent failure, Janie had been so cool about the whole thing, hugging her supportively and telling her how awesome she was. And never mentioning it again, nor trying to make her strip on film… ever.

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Now here she was in the same room, in the same position, but instead of being with her caring friend, she was standing in front of an unsympathetic man, who didn’t seem to be nearly as understanding.

She’d almost forgotten about the man behind her but hearing his name she turned anxiously. Julio struck incredibly fast, grabbing her round the neck once again. Glaring down at her, she saw him for the first time.

He was darkly handsome, with a strong clean-shaven jaw, thick black hair swept back off his forehead, cold eyes that had seen too much. Tall and lean, dressed in a golf-shirt and chino’s, he looked like he should be going to the country club, not hanging out with the brute on the couch.

She thought she knew him, that his face was just so familiar. And then it struck her, he looked like a slightly older Taylor Lautner. Her crush from the Twilight saga, who she would have melted for, if given the chance. Looking into his face threw her, especially as this man had been so mean to her. Nothing like she imagined the actor to be in her naughty daydreams. But maybe…

“I tried to warn you. It’s best to do what you’re told.” Now she could make out his Bronx accent, matching his Italian looks.

He frowned as he half-choked her one-handed, like he didn’t really want to have to do it. Both of her hands grasped futilely his wrist. He patted her cheek patronizingly as he shook his head. It seemed even more frightening, looking into the stern face of her tormentor, as her eyesight faded, to black…

And then coming around again, looking into his face. Him smiling as he released her neck. And then feeling his hands on her breasts, groping them hard. Realizing they were naked and exposed as he pinched both nipples, sending jabbing pain through her chest. Her hands hanging uselessly at her sides. Her previous resistance was in vain, just causing her pain. Her modesty stripped uncaringly away as she was distracted by her fainting... his actions… his looks… his complete control over her body and its functioning.

“You gonna do what Joe says from now on? I don’t wanna have to hurt you no more.”

Ruby nodded, defeated, her eyes welling in frustration. Julio released her nubs with a final twist. She instantly caressed her sore mounds with her dainty fingers, trying to soothe them. But they continued to throb, incessantly…

“Yeah. That’s right, babe. Turn and face me… Play with your nipples.” Joe instructed with a sneer, loving how quickly and unconsciously she seemed to have capitulated. His eyes drinking in her firm pale flesh, a hint of redness spreading where Julio had mauled her.

She didn’t dare tell him that she wasn’t playing with her breasts for him. That they were sore, that was all. But she reluctantly did what he said, rolling her index finger over the aching buds and around the goose-bumped areola, while she palmed the flesh. Overwhelmed with shame and dismay and horror at what she was being made to do… with no hope of respite or rescue.

“What do you think, Julio. Sweet rack… but they could be bigger.” Sneering as he objectified her, undermining on her self-confidence, targeting the things that she was most aware of as a woman...

She’d always thought she had nice breasts, not well-endowed, but pretty-well-shaped mounds. Even though she’d been teased about them by other girls at school, because most of the boys seemed to ogle the big-breasted girls, not hers.

Now here she was. His comment took her straight back to the insecure schoolgirl who wished they would grow bigger, like her mother’s boobs.

“Haha. Still enough for a handful… or a mouthful.” Julio chuckled beside her.

She hated the way that they made her feel so small and insignificant, even when she was doing what they wanted. She really was trying her best... They wanted to see her boobs and now they were criticizing them. Or at least the horrible guy was. The other one sort of complimented her in a backhanded way.

“Dribble onto your tits, gorgeous.” Joe leered at her soft young skin, wanting to make her humiliate herself even more. He loved tormenting her, making her realize how weak she really was, how powerless to do anything about her fate.

“That’s gross.” The words tumbled out. Then realizing what she had said, she glanced left at Julio, moving away to her right, hands still holding her pert twin orbs. “Please don’t make me.”

This time he didn’t move, just sighed and pulled out a switchblade from his back pocket, flicking it open in the same movement.

“Come back here, sweetheart.” Julio coaxed, his voice gentle but made menacing by the sudden appearance of the knife. “I’m trying to help you.”

Terrified she ran. If she could get out the front door, she could find help. Maybe get to her car. Her tits jiggled freely as she sprinted, her face a mix of desperation and determination. She was quick and as she fled out of the door, she glanced back to see the two men had not moved. They were watching her intently, but now she had a head start. Her heart pounded with hope as she dashed down the hallway past the mirror and her bag, seeing neither in her haste. Her only thought, to get to the front door. She was there, turning the handle…

Instead of running after her Julio glanced at Joe with a smirk and walked leisurely after her. She heard each of his unhurried footsteps as if he were not concerned about catching her. Ruby was still trying to get the door open as he strode up behind her. Scrabbling at the handle to unlock it and escape to freedom, but it was stuck. It never stuck…

“Tsk… Tsk... Tsk… You’re being a very bad girl.” His voice was weirdly calm, almost gentle.

Why hadn't the door opened? It made no sense. She had turned the handle and pulled like normal. The electric lock should have released from the inside. She didn’t have time to think further because he grabbed her.

The grip of his fist in her hair was anything but gentle. He twisted her around, towering over her, pulling her head back so she had to look up into his cold eyes.

He whispered threateningly, shaking his head sadly. “And bad girls are punished! You brought this on yourself.”

Julio traced the tip of the knife over Ruby’s breast, around the nipple and then up towards her throat. She started hyperventilating, fear coursing through her veins. Frozen in place, her naked breasts pushed up and out, as if presenting themselves for attention, or punishment.

She’d never had a knife pulled on her. Sheltered girls like her weren’t exposed to things like this. They weren’t supposed to be. Someone coming into your home and threatening you... that happened on TV, in movies, or the news. Not in her suburb.

Terrified, she meekly complied when Julio pulled her by her hair into the lounge to stand once again, half naked in front of Joe. Neither man said anything, but Julio returned the tip of the blade to her right nipple, poking it into the raised bud and causing a sharp stabbing pain.

“You shouldn’t have run. Now Julio has to hurt you again.” Joe’s voice cold, merciless and uncompromising.

“Please don’t… I’m sorry... Pleeeeeaaaaaaawwww”

The tip broke the pale skin just below the nipple, causing a small bead of blood to well out. Panting in panic to make him stop.

“I’ll do whatever you want. See...”

Ruby let a dribble of saliva drip between her lips to land on her breast just above the nipple and run over the pale skin, mingling with the drop of blood. She eagerly grabbed her breasts and mauled them, smearing the pink trickle into her skin like a deviant lotion. Her eyes darting frantically between the men. Hoping it would be enough.

“That’s better.”

As he spoke, Julio’s knife softly trailed down to her hip, slipping under the criss-crossed strings holding the front and back of her striped tights together. He grinned at her as his razor-sharp blade cut the stings one at a time.

“Wait...” She pleaded, dropping her hands to the waistband of her tights, attempting to hold them up.

“Put your fucking hands back on your tits.” Joe’s harsh words shocked her, forcing her to reluctantly obey. “And pinch your nipples hard for disobeying.”

She looked at him in horror. Hurting herself, because she didn’t want to be stripped. Was he some kind of monster? No, he was the devil. Everything in her screamed to rebel, but the knife and the threat of more pain subdued her. So, she did as he instructed, wincing as she pinched herself. Not very hard, but sore enough to send a sharp stab into her breast.

“Harder.” He snapped, “Make them hurt. Twist them.”

Ruby took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and inflicted agony on her own breasts. She felt so helpless and weak, but the knife and the vicious way they were treating her made her fear for her safety. If she did what they wanted, maybe they wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to get through this and all the advice she had ever heard when faced with a situation like this, was ‘to cooperate’ and ‘not to fight’.

“Good. Next time it will be worse.” A self-satisfied smile on his face as he lay back to enjoy the show. “Carry on fondling yourself. I can see you like it.”

Groping her own breasts half-heartedly as she felt her favorite tights being destroyed. Julio had cut the strings down to the knee on her right side, causing the skin-tight material to partially fall away, exposing her tiny panties and the thin string holding them together at her hip.

“Hold still, otherwise I might cut you. By accident.”

Forcing her to look up at him, hand firmly gripping her hair, he grinned as he slipped the blade under her panties, grazing her skin so she flinched instinctively and cried out “Please…’ but no more about the nature of her plea. Julio sliced the side string open, exposing her hip, thigh and lower belly, divulging that there was not a hint of hair on her crotch.

A whimper escaped through her parted lips as she felt the cool air tickle her mons, shamefully imagining what it must look like to Joe on the couch.

“Like unwrapping a Christmas present.” Julio taunted.

Spinning her around, to face away from the couch, revealing the top of her firm buttocks to Joe’s lustful gaze. He proceeded to slice the strings on the other side of her tights. The material falling away inch by slow inch, causing her flush of embarrassment to rise with the grand reveal.

Her shapely pale cheeks coming into Joe’s view, the firm round peach cleft by her crack sliced perfectly down to the enticing gap between her thighs. The one side of her panties still holding, causing the flimsy white material to flutter on her waist like a surrender flag.

“Phat ass.” She was not sure if he meant ‘fat’ or ‘phat’, but regardless she felt like Joe was dissecting her body as if she were a school biology project.

“I like it a bit chunky.” Julio temporarily halted his cutting to pinch her bottom, playfully but with enough force to draw a yelp.

“Owwww... Dooooon’t, please.” As he flicked her exposed flesh with his index finger.

“Don’t worry. We’ll play nice.” Rubbing the skin on her bottom as if to soothe it.

He resumed slicing her tights and only stopped when he reached the knee, returning to her hip and the last vestige of her modesty. A casual flick with his knife and the dainty underwear slid off, sticking momentarily on her loins before gravity pulled it down her leg to pool on the tights trapped around her knees. She was left naked from the knees up, her round hips and buttocks on display.

“I recon she’s got a bit too much meat on her thighs. Maybe she needs a diet?” Again, Joe making derogatory comments.

This time it hurt her deeply, as he exposed a raw nerve. The reason she’d spent all that time in the pool, trying to keep slim and toned. She couldn’t help it if she was petite and her hips wanted to be all womanly.

“Good to grab hold, man. Need something when riding a small filly like her.” Julio responding with a chuckle, running his fingers over the naked hips that were now the centre of all of their attention.

She stared at the door that she had thought was her way to freedom, through tear-filled eyes. The shame of being stripped and insulted in front of these men was more than she could bear. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve it?

Julio then pushed her over to bend at the waist, possessively slipping a finger into her slit while still holding the knife. Finding it dry, he slapped her a couple of times on the backside with the flat side of the blade, leaving red stripes on her pale skin and fear in her quaking heart.

“We’ll have to do something about that, sweetheart.” He chuckled.

Then spinning her around to face Joe, her recently waxed pubis exposing her sex and her further humiliation.

“I see you shaved yourself. Just for us.” Joe jeered. “I love to play with a bald pussy.”

Ever since puberty, she had waxed herself. First at her mother’s insistence that she always be groomed and that ‘a little pain was sometimes the price of beauty’, and she needed to be neat down there for the skin-tight swim wear she had to wear. And later because it just felt better and cleaner. But that was for her, not the enjoyment of these awful men.

“But first you’re going to play with it. I want it wet.” The vulgar command from the uncouth man on the couch. Uninvited and unwanted, but here all the same and going nowhere soon as far as she could tell.

[SeekerDT]

Chapter 4

Social media post
June 16, The previous year.
Hi BFFs

Sorry it's been a whole week since I've posted a messages to you all. They keep us so busy and I've had, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and even 5th thoughts about whether this was a good choice of camp for me. Could I just not have gone to camp in Florida to my Castle? Seriously?

So I'm now on my 3rd roommate. Her name is Jasmine, kinda funny right, Ruby and Jasmine but they didn't put us together because we are both precious, er uh stones.

They have now divided us into teams and yours truly is part of the "Dwarf Seahorses" team, and no not because I'm short. The dwarf seahorse swims at about 0.01 mph, making it the slowest fish in the world. So yes, I have been recognized for my swimming skills.

I also have a new name and if any of you use it I'll never speak to you again, my new nickname is Jelliefish. That nickname has been assigned to me by my Coach, Coach Jake, the SeaSnake to be exact, because he says I drift with the current but look pretty doing it.

He has been on our team’s ass since day one. I want to hate him but I can't because he keeps making me laugh.

Besides coming up with our team name and my nickname he seems to have found every ticklish place on my body while he's freakin stretching me out.

Like I told you we get stretched out by both male and female trainers and coaches. There is one female trainer that I hope never pairs up with me for stretching again because I swear she almost tore my hamstring by over stretching me.

Coach SeaSnake has a very smart mouth but is good at keeping my mind distracted when stretching me out by making me laugh. He says the stupidest, silliest goofiest things. Unlike the trainer who I seriously think strained my hamstring, Coach Jake not only uses his strength to stretch you out but he uses his body for leverage. Just in the last few days I'm seeing a difference in my flexibility.

I call him SeaSnake because he seems to sneak up on us everywhere, from the dining hall, dorm, weight room, pool deck, locker room, showers and of course the pool.

I'm not sure that there is any article of clothing I have worn that he has not seen me in. He's everywhere, but he does make me laugh. Yeah I know I already told you that, but he makes me laugh that much.

Of course the bad thing about being a proud dwarf seahorse is that the coaches' teams compete. So Coach SeaSnake is not happy with our times.

We are also weighed daily, first thing and everything we eat is weighed and recorded. Every meter we swim charted and every time we posted as well. I cannot imagine any other place where people, er uh, dwarf seahorses are more closely monitored. Even in an aquarium. I think every inch of my body has also been measured. I'm just a statistical entity.

I do have to admit if it were not for Coach SeaSnake rather than laughing I think I'd be crying. But I'm still not sure I'm going to make it here the full summer.

In all seriousness my BFFs, I'd so much rather be in my Florida Kingdom, having fun with one or more of you than here under a microscope and waterlogged or doing some type of physical activity. I wish I understood dad's passion for swimming more.

Right now, I just feel like a Dwarf Seahorse, waiting to get caught by a fishermen's net.

Hope your summer is going better than mine.

Jelliefish, er uh I mean Ruby.


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Friday 3:41pm

Joe was used to telling naked girls what to do. He clearly enjoyed it, particularly when they were reluctant. And Ruby was obviously reluctant, showing the humiliation of innocence that he thrived on, making his lust boil. A gem like her was rare in his world, where the girls were already corrupted or quickly became immune to the degradation they experienced on a daily basis.

So, when he had the opportunity, he dragged it out as long as possible, relishing the sense of power it gave him. Overcoming the insecurities and impotence he had felt as a dropout teen on the streets. And before that surviving without the care he needed, by a hard-bitten mother working two jobs to keep him and his brother housed and fed. Only just making ends meet.

He and his younger brother lived a frugal life, staying in the one-bedroom apartment their mother could afford. Sleeping on the couch while his brother and mother shared the double bed in the only bedroom. She doted on ‘Squirt’ as he called his sibling, separated by five years. As did Joe. He loved that little boy like… Squirt was everything Joe was not, tall for his age, dark hair, good looking, even as an infant.

Unlike Joe who always had an intense heavyset look to him. And was not easy going and fancy free. To everyone except Joe, it was obvious that they had different fathers, but his mother never raised it and Joe never forced the issue. For him Squirt was special and deserved his protection.

The first time he had hit a woman was when he was twelve. He’d covered for something stupid that his little brother had done and had taken the wooden spoon paddling from his mother. Like he had done, ever since he could remember. On his bare butt. Always making his eyes smart from the pain and the shame but gritting his teeth and fighting back the tears.

But on that day, she said, “You should be more like your brother.”

It was too much. The eternal jibes and comparisons. The put downs and dismissal of him as a person, a little boy with dreams and feelings. That she didn’t want to know or to care about.

That day he’d stood up. The same height as his mother, despite not even being a teen. He’d deliberately struck her across the face, thrice, snarling “Never hit me again.”

And she never did. From that day on she’d had a fearful look in her eyes when he glared at her. Until the day he walked out at fifteen, to make a name for himself on the streets. And leave her behind, with her baggage and bondage.

The same fearful look that any whore got when masculine force and indifference were used against her, rejecting social mores. Causing her to submit to his superior strength and will.

He’d learned that confidence, or maybe arrogance, mixed with a willingness to use his strength and fear brought most women to heel. And he’d used that to his advantage on the streets.

Although he maintained a cordial relationship with his mother, he’d never abandoned his brother. Supporting him financially as far as possible without his mother getting in the way. And opening doors where he could.

He’d started his life of crime as a small-time grifter and car-thief, then worked his way up through drug dealing and prostitution, to the management of a couple of strip clubs downtown. Now his life was more comfortable, and he was respected in his circle of low-life gangsters and well-heeled but debauched clients. He had as much pussy as he wanted, but seldom one like Ruby.

Her beauty, grooming and naiveté were not usual in his downtown clubs and he was going to enjoy defiling her over the next couple of days. Raping her, breaking her down and making her do things she would never have dreamed of. But he was patient, because he wanted to degrade her and make her debase herself, before violating her himself.

She already looked so delightfully defenseless, standing there naked with her tights sliced down to her knees, and Julio holding her, stretched upright by her hair. She was looking at Joe in horror tinged with fear, while trying to assimilate the words he’d just spoken.

“Finger yourself. I want to watch you cum.”

She stood in shock, her head shaking slightly in disbelief. Pain exploded on the underside of her right breast as Julio’s hand connected with it, an open hand slap. And then the top of the other nipple with the returning backhand, his nails scraping the tender nubs.

“Nooooooooo... Pleeeeeeeezzzzzz…”

Her hands initially flying to her sore mounds, before Julio slapped them hard. Then grabbing her right hand to push it into the private place between her thighs.

“Finger your pussy like Joe said. Don’t make him mad. You really don’t want to be a silly girl… Do you?” His voice whispering in her ear, as if it were her fault that he’d hit her. “Listen to me. I’m trying to help you.”

Ruby didn’t want to be hurt, so she tentatively moved her finger around her vulva, trying not to think about what she was doing in front of these two men. They left her for a minute cautiously exploring herself and pretending to play with her sensitive folds.

All the while thinking and scheming. Julio seemed to be the nicer of the two. Still strong and tough, but at least he talked to her as if she were a person. Not like the devil on the couch, who treated her like the lowest piece of dirt. She was Jessica Ruby Hill and deserved to be treated with more respect.

She’d had only ever masturbated in private. At most a couple of times a week, and some weeks not at all. She enjoyed the slow build, the way her body warmed and tingled as she rubbed her clit and gently pinched her nipples, massaging her tender skin. It was such a personal act. One she was careful not to be caught doing, by anyone, including her family or friends.

And yet here they were using it to degrade her. She could never have imagined doing this in front of anyone, except maybe one day for a future husband who loved her dearly and might masturbated too for their mutual enjoyment.

But this was not that occasion. She steeled herself against the shame. She was determined to only go through the motions. To give them what they wanted, but nothing of herself.

“Ooooowwwwwww... Ooouch.”

Another few slaps to her chest, one landing directly on her sensitive nipple. She tried to sooth it, stroking it softly with her fingers.

“That’s right. Play with your tits... and get that finger up your twat. You’re not going to stop until I see you cum.” Joe sneering at her as he licked his thin lips lasciviously.

She was terrified. She wasn't sure she could even get herself close to an orgasm with these men watching. It didn't even happen all the time, even when she masturbated alone. Yes, pleasurable arousal and tingling feelings. But not the big O!

“You’d better try harder. I don’t wanna have ta slap you again. But if you’re bad, you gotta be punished. Your choice!” Julio whispering in her ear.

This man was infuriating. It was like they were reading her thoughts. She wanted to be anywhere but there with the two of them watching, but she had no way out, except to do what they wanted.

So, she tried to make it look like she was making an effort, squishing her fingers around her slit and over her clit while her other hand groped her boob. The fear and the embarrassment preventing her from getting wet, even though her stimulation caused slight shivers up her spine.

“That’s better, you little slut. A little more effort and a lot more pleasure. For you and for me.”

She was shocked to see Joe had revealed himself and his thing. And was grinning at her, as if he was laughing at his own poor joke. He was stroking himself as if it were a pet. Up and down, meticulously as he watched her finger herself. A horrid parody of the mutual self-stimulation she’d imagined just minutes before.

Julio’s lips pressed against her earlobe as she did what they wanted, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive skin. She couldn’t prevent the shiver that it caused, running down her neck and into her chest. It was too ticklish and made her stomach knot in an uncomfortable blend of pleasure and nausea.

“Finger your fucking cunt.”

Barked from the couch, as the feelings distracted her, and her hands stopped moving. She hurriedly resumed her ministrations while that distracting tongue licked along her jaw. Earlier, she hadn’t noticed his clean masculine scent blended with a spicy aftershave. Not altogether unpleasant, except for the violation she was experiencing.

He then twisted her head up to face him, as he took possession of her mouth with his. Lips and tongue overrunning hers, in a surprisingly deep and passionate kiss. At the same time his hand found her other breast, the one she was not holding, and gently fondled it. She didn’t want this, hated them, loathed what he was doing to her defenseless body. But she couldn’t ignore the distracting sensations he was causing.

“I knew you were a little slut.” Taunts from the couch or in her ear, it no longer mattered.

Her gaze began to take on the inward-looking vacant expression of an aroused woman. She licked her lips seductively and started panting softly and moaning into Julio’s mouth with the manipulation of her erogenous zones. Acting the part of a wanton slut, playing with herself, but not for herself, but for the entertainment of the men that were abusing her.

Eventually Ruby’s body began trembling and she shivered uncontrollably with a massive sigh. Julio released her lips and breast and smirked down at her, hand remaining in her hair. She blushed, as she let her hands drop to her sides and looked over at Joe.

“There. I did it. Are you happy?” She mumbled dejectedly hoping she had given a believable performance.

“I knew you were a horny little slut.” Joe taunted with a leer. “I’ve enjoyed reading your social media posts. It’s good to see it in the flesh.”

Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. Had they really seen any or all of her social media posts? That thought was overwhelming in itself, even without the ordeals she was being subjected to.

As Joe was gloating, Julio wanted to enjoy the products of his labour and stuck his own fingers into her pussy.

Reacting in surprise before digging deeper, his digit exploring her tight hole to the first knuckle. Withdrawing it and presenting to them both, in front of their faces. The tip glistening with a faint sheen, but little of the moisture one would expect from post-orgasmic sex.

“You little bitch. You faked it.” Julio growled down at her, sending shivers of fear through her entire body. “You’re gonna regret it. I really was trying to help you.”

“No. Please. Sorry, I... uh... I tried. I really did. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.”

She couldn’t believe how whiny and desperate her own voice sounded, high-pitched and girly. She cringed at how pathetic she must seem, faking a forced orgasm and then pleading with these molesters. As if she had done something wrong. That she should be the one apologizing, for what? This was all so wrong, so weird, so horrible, so terrifying…

He pushed her forward towards the couch. Ruby tried to take a couple of steps, but her tights tripped her up and she sprawled forward, knees on the edge of the seat and her face smashed into the back cushions.

“Please don’t… Pleeeeeeease.” She cried in desperation.

Before she could react, Joe thrust a hand between her legs, standing up with a cruel grin. He lifted her up and swivelled her so that her face was pressed down, and her ass was bent up, making her sex exposed and vulnerable. Without removing his groping hand from her loins, he spanked her backside really hard twice.

“I know how to break a defiant cunt.” He guffawed as he opened his jeans.

[SeekerDT]

Chapter 5

Social media post
June 23, The previous year.
BFFs

Sorry it's been over a week since I've posted. Things at camp have been mostly the same except I have lost another roommate. She is no longer a Dwarf Seahorse. There are currently still eight other girls on my team but Jasmine was swimming better times and is now a Guppy. So at least for now I have a dorm room to myself.

It's nice to have at least a little bit of privacy although there have been plenty of trainers and coaches coming in and out throughout the day and night.

So just when I thought I was absolutely miserable and determined to go home because I was really feeling homesick, I was relieved and cautiously excited to find out we were being taken to a pre-Fourth of July fireworks show.

But it wasn't the beautiful sparks in the sky that made my night.

It was the Sparks being created under the blanket I was sharing with someone.

Now before I get into that I need to tell you where it started.

So I had been very down and miserable. I didn't know why I was at camp and even when I found out we were going to the fireworks it didn't lift my spirits much.

We got to the location for the fireworks early to find where we all were going to sit, ugh together.

The fireworks were scheduled to start ten minutes after sunset.

So my BFFs you know me so guess what, as usual I had to pee. So I excused myself from the group and walked to the yuck Porto-Pottys. Fortunately it did not appear to have been used much and was relatively clean. I still squatted and avoided contact with anything and didn't leave a mess myself, Yea.

It was on my walk back that things changed.

I think I must have jumped two feet off the ground when male hands grabbed me from behind and held onto me for what felt just a bit too long. When I saw who it was I immediately recognized him from swim camp, it was Seasnake. And of course he called me JellieFish. I argued and said, "My name is Ruby, but he acted stupid and replied back questioning, "Rudy"? When I again said, "Ruby" he asked, "Scooby"?

I thought for sure we would walk back to the group but out of nowhere and completely unexpected he took hold of my hand and led me to one side of the crowd by a small group of shrubs where there were some blankets on the ground.

I couldn't help wonder if those blankets just happened to be there or if just maybe SeaSnake thought ahead to place them there.

He spread out one of the blankets and then offered me a hand to sit down and said, "There you go Jellica."

I rolled my eyes at him and was caught a bit off guard when he sat behind me on the blanket and moved right up against me and grabbed another blanket wrapping it around us both.

"Don't you think we need to get back to the group" I asked concerned we might get into trouble?

"Just let me worry about that, Saphire, wasn't it" he chuckled?

"Ruby" I protested exacerbated, rolling my eyes again.

"You got it Scooba" he laughed harder and using his arms around my waist pulled me back against him.

I think from the last few weeks of camp I had grown used to the trainers and coaches grabbing my body and stretching or reinforcing proper technique so it didn't feel out of place him just taking hold of me and moving me where he wanted. So it didn't feel out of place for him to position me on the blanket in front of him.

No sooner than he finished laughing about the various names he was calling me the thunderous sound of a firework being shot into the sky boomed signally the beginning of the show.

Music played loud and the fireworks lit up the sky as we sat there together. With the sun fully set and the onset of nightfall the temperature continued to drop.

"Look Emerald that one was green like your eyes, precious" he told me.

I responded exasperated, "My eyes are blue and my name is Ruby."

He looked at my eyes smiling and then kissed me on my cheek, chuckling again "Oh yes they are and they're beautiful" and we watched the fireworks quietly together for a while.

But I have to admit to being shocked that he'd want to hang out alone with me for the fireworks. I was even more stunned by the kiss on the cheek.

At one point he started whispering in my ear, "Ooohh I remember your name I think, you're one of the Dwarfs, right? So you must be Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey or Doc right?"

I just started laughing hysterically and I shook my head feeling like I was fighting a losing battle and exclaimed, "Ruby, my name is Ruby."

My BFFs, you all know about my short-lived attempt at a relationship with Josh not too many months ago. Yes, we kissed and held hands but as most of you know he didn't seem to care to get to know me. He seemed to believe that because we had kissed it meant I was willing to go all the way. That wasn't who I was and it didn't happen.

But it was different that day, Jake wasn't Josh. As we watched the fireworks and listened to the music he was kind and funny. He massaged my shoulders and teased me about how slow I swam through the water but how beautiful I looked swimming.

He told me that I didn't need to be so stressed out. That I just needed to focus on doing what I was told and having fun and camp would be more fun.

We talked about music and bands we liked and our favorite movies. But more than any person I ever met he kept me laughing about the most ridiculous things. He really did know all about each of the Seven Dwarfs and joked we were currently nine Dwarf Seahorse.

Before I met Jake, I've never met another person who was so self-confident. There is just something different about him. It's hard to put into words but from the first day I met him I noticed he seemed to have no concept of personal space. Far more than any person I've ever met he is either touching me or so close if I moved toward him an inch we'd make contact.

At first I thought it was just me that he's like that with but I've seen him interact with others the same way. As each day of camp continued it just began to feel 'normal' when he was around me.

I also started to realize that it just started to feel 'normal' and comfortable.

As the fireworks display continued once again he caught me off guard by pulling me slightly to one side and began to kiss me.

I'm not sure why I was so open or willing to kiss as much as we did and even more important as passionately. But unlike Josh his kisses did not feel like an invasion into my mouth. Instead his kisses felt tender and gentle even when his tongue softly penetrated my lips. His tongue seemed to shyly touch my tongue and it circled mine so softly. But I'm sharing more than I intended.

Between kisses he continued to try multiple different names, "Jellica, Jessifish, JellyJess and others I can't remember."

I just kept shaking my head no after which he would kiss me again.

It was an amazing night of fireworks many I didn't see but felt.

Shortly before the finale we hurried back just a few feet from the group and no one seemed to notice the smile on my face.


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Friday 4:09pm

She hated that word. The c-word. It was so crude, so demeaning. Was he talking about her, or her vagina? Did it matter? Either way it made her feel small and helpless, just the way he saw her. She could see it in his eyes.

Ruby could also see what he meant to do. He was going to rape her. It was inevitable and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. That realization made her want to vomit. She had heard first-hand about what it was like to be raped… she knew a bit of what she could expect, how it would feel… and that frightened her more than anything else.

Janie’s sister Michelle had been abducted by four boys from an opposing college football team and gang raped. Listening to Michelle’s harrowing ordeal had affected Ruby in such a deep and profound way that she’d never got over it, making her increasingly fearful and cautious for herself. But now here she was, facing a similar scenario, not sure what would happen, nor that these men would even receive the same retribution that Michelle’s assailants had.

Note: There is a side story “Michelle’s Story” that links to this.

She had realized how awful rape really was. Not in a woman’s magazine or topical issue sort of way, but in the visceral life-changing way that victims of rape felt. Stripping them of their sense of self, their safety and their confidence. Making them eternally fearful and having to consciously overcome their fears, in order to live a life that others assumed was normal and took for granted.

Everything had spun out of control so quickly. Less than an hour before she’d been happy to come home, escaping the bitches at school. Now she’d give anything to be back there… Safe… Away from these men who wanted to humiliate her, wanted to make her do horrible things. . .

She’d had to fake the orgasm. There was no way she would have been able to get aroused enough to cum in front of them, while the tall guy slobbered all over her and the other one sat and watched her slyly. From the couch he looked at her as if she was only an object, a plaything, not a human being with feelings, fears and emotions.

Now he said he was going to punish her. For trying to do what they wanted, even though she couldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t think like this, but a small voice wondered whether he wouldn’t hurt her if she had somehow managed to climax like he wanted. She couldn't help wondering if she had some responsibility for what was about to happen.

She felt her body trembling, each second felt like a minute.

He moved from the couch faster than she could have imagine, and as if it was no effort at all, he pushed her on her knees. His hand between her legs, pulling her backside up. His fingers squashing her sex, harder than she thought possible, making it feel… it shouldn’t feel like that.

“You had your chance. Now it’s mine.” He said with a cold, detached yet determined inhumanity like she had never heard before.

She hated his wriggling fingers on her nether lips and his thumb worming its way into her vagina, pushing in deep. Spitting on her to add moisture. The sound of his spitting sounded so loud and vulgar. His thumb almost touching the front of her love passage, sending awful tingles through her loins. Making her clench involuntarily on the invading digit.

His chuckling voice penetrating her thoughts “Your cunt just needs a man’s touch.”

She hated his hand pressing down on her back, her chest and face mashed into the sofa. Pressing her bare nipples onto the rough material, scraping the tender nubs and the sensitive skin as he so easily dominated her. Making her arch like a cat in heat. Even though she wasn’t… and didn’t feel… and did want…

How casually he held her down, possessively, so that she couldn’t move and couldn’t see anything except the sky-blue throw cushion that she’d bought with her mother the previous Christmas. Why would she remember that happy memory at a time like this? Why did her parents have to go to Europe and leave her alone? With these monsters…

Her father would protect her if only he was here. Even though he had become distant over the past year, with all that had happened, suppressed disapproval often leaking into his tone, especially when the topic shifted to dating and anything remotely related. To the degree that she had stopped telling him. He’d sort them out, he’d protect his Princess. Stop them from raping her. But he wasn’t and she was all alone, defenseless. At their mercy.

She couldn’t even push her arms up. Why where girls made so weak that a man could push them around like this? It was so unfair. She despised her own weakness, that she was so small. That she couldn’t do anything to stop this.

“Stay still.”

She hated the way she must look. Tights pushed down to her knees, flimsy panties flapping uselessly around one thigh. Otherwise naked. Looking like she was offering herself to these men. Men that she would never acknowledge in real life. Men from another world, not the privileged world of the suburbs and private schools and country clubs.

Rough crude men who treated women like dirt and made them degrade themselves. Like they were doing to her now. Didn’t follow the rules that her parents and teachers had always taught her. That men should care for women… shouldn’t hit women… should nurture them…

She was mortified by how exposed her pussy felt, cool draft on the exposed skin as his hand mauled her down there, smearing her moisture and his saliva around her crotch. Picturing the small asterisk of her anus spread before his gaze as he taunted her.

“Your asshole’s winking at me. But it’s just going to have to wait.” His words seeming to hang in the air for so long, their meaning almost incomprehensible. But not entirely…

She couldn’t stand that she suddenly felt empty when he pulled his hand away. Empty, displayed and humiliated. The other hand still pressing her shoulders firmly into the seat. And then hearing a loud crack, before the pain shot through her backside.

And again, two more times, before his hand slapped her right between her legs. On her spread sex, his index finger splatting her clit. The agonizing shock paralyzing her body, except for a pained shriek. His cruel words cutting into her heart like his hand into her slit as he hit her there again.

“I like to warm a cunt before fucking it.”

Was she getting used to the abuse? She didn’t have such a visceral response to his words, because the pain far outweighed her middle-class sensibilities. She would even call herself a ‘cunt’ if it meant he would stop hurting her. It horrified her that she was willing to feel him push inside her sooner if that might stop the cruel stinking pain as the pause between hits seemed to last so long before another struck her.

The coolness between her legs contrasting with the hotness of flesh on flesh. Not a hand or a finger, but a broad smooth lump of meat sliding up and down her pussy. Splitting the lips and spreading the little bit of moisture that was there. It could only be one thing. His thing. And it meant he was going to stick it into her.

She subconsciously knew that he was going to do that, but up until that moment it had been a concept. One she had not properly faced. Hoping against hope that it wouldn’t happen. Not until it was real, and it was pressing at her opening. And he was dribbling his saliva onto it to add lubrication, because she was still too dry.

“Noooooooooo. . .” Her first words wrenched from her in dismay.

She summoned every ounce of strength and shoved against her family’s sofa with every muscle in her arms in an attempt to get away, to stop this assault, but a single hand on her back limited her movement to just a few inches. She kicked and pressed with all the strength of her legs but the strike of his hand on her ass just forced her back down against the sofa. Her every effort to protect herself was useless and just seemed to motivate him more, to excite him in ways that normal people would not be.

In that instant, she realized it was really happening and he was driving into her. Ruby had to close her eyes tight as if that might change something. She could feel her secret passage slowly make way for his sexual organ. He didn’t seem in any rush, rather he seemed to enjoy taking her slowly, making her feel every inch of her violation as her inexperienced sheath and folds accommodated him.

Confirmed by his gloating. “Your cunt’s eagerly swallowing my cock. You pretend to be so pure, but you’re just a slut, like any other.”

Those words settled into her ears, then her brain and finally her heart.

She heard a slow deep groan, only to realize it was her. Feeling the scraping rough fullness of his sizable member against her soft walls, not yet wet enough to really aid its passage. Simultaneously suffering the scratch of the couch on her engorged nipples and puckered areolae.

Not being able to do anything as she felt him possess her, touch her, inch by inch, deeper and deeper. Using his body weight and strength to overwhelm her, physically and sexually. In one moment, doubling the number of men that had ever penetrated her.

The sensations not altogether unpleasant, but also not arousing. Her body responding to the stimulation. Wishing it would hurt more. It should hurt more to be ravaged without her consent. It should hurt as much as her heart was breaking and her soul was rending.

“Please… Take it out… I don’t want…” Words ignored, like her wishes.

Then hearing his exhale of pleasure and effort as he pushed his body deep within her, moments before the expelled air blew onto her back. His organ touching her where only a lover’s should.

Her mind drifted momentarily to her first. The man who’d taken her gently and with care, touching her deeply, but with compassion and love. Not this brutal invasion by a man using his strength to overpower her defenseless body.

The intruder in her loins began sliding in and out. Slow powerful strokes, patiently enjoying the tight warm slot between her legs. Making her shudder and tremble under the assault on her most private place, from fear or shock or cold or…

“She’s real tight, Jules. This cunt hasn’t got much mileage.” Joe slapping her ass as he looked at his friend, never stopping his plunder of her depths.

To think that another man, who had said he was trying to help her, was there doing nothing. Wasn’t helping her at all. Probably just watching and letting his friend have his way with her defenseless body. Probably just getting ready for his turn, enjoying watching her degradation. She was dismayed at the callousness of it all, the feeling of despair creeped over her like a cold fog.

Tears of frustration and despair welled up in her eyes, as she was used like a puppet for his enjoyment. Disregarding her as a person, as a woman. Treating her like a thing, with no worth. She couldn’t believe that someone would do this. Moaning over and over in time with the pounding she was receiving.

“Please stop... Ugh... Please stop... Ugh... Please stop... Ugh...”

But he didn’t stop. He continued, gradually speeding up. Then his hand in her hair, yanking back. It hurt so much, like her roots would be pulled out. Her back arched obscenely as her body was pulled onto his, driving him in even deeper. Knocking at the entrance to her womb, the flash of pain on every in-stroke causing her to grunt, out loud.

Her breathing synchronizing with his rhythm, like in a yoga class. But this wasn’t relaxation, it was the pinnacle of discomfort. Gasping as he pulled out and exhaling as he forced in, sigh followed by pained grunt.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it slut. Take that fucking cock!”

He tugged so hard that she could only look forward, towards the end of the couch. And to her horror, there stood Julio grinning. Camera in hand, filming her debasement. Her tears streaming down her stricken face.

“No... Ugh... You can’t... Ugh... Please don’t... Ugh... Stoooop!” she begged and pleaded.

But neither of them stopped. Not the relentless battering of her body, nor the cinematographic violation of her soul.

And then Joe’s hand slid around to grope her breast and torture her nipple. Squeezing harder than any man should and pulling the bud into an elongated cone. The sharp jolt shooting through her chest and deep in her crotch. But not hurting as much as she wished it would hurt.

It should be unbearable, like the pain in her heart. Not a relentless throbbing ache, but an earth-shattering agony that she couldn’t bear. What was wrong with her that it was not like that? And why had her body lubricated for his assault? And why was there a tingle mingling with the pain?

She hated him. But she loathed herself more as he took his liberties with her and she did nothing but flap around like his pleasure doll, his personal plaything. Despite her putting every effort into fighting the man raping her, she doubted he even noticed her attempts. Probably enjoyed it, even got off on her useless squirming.

Instead, each stroke felt slower, longer, deeper, so all-encompassing, like nothing she'd ever imagined let alone experienced. It felt like he had complete control and domain not only of the limbs, flesh and torso of her body, but also like he controlled the very internal reactions of her body including the pace of her breathing, the lubrication of her loins, and even her body's physical response of the abuse of her breast.

Even her parents’ sofa seemed to help hold her, preventing her from moving away from him as if it were working with her rapist. She seemed to notice every detail, the movement of her panties on one leg, her tights bunched at her knees restraining her from widening her legs to ease the tightness in her groin. The sound and feel of his pelvis slapping her ass over and over so loud, so striking.

His grip and the tug on her hair forcing her to arch her back fully. Every detail seeming orchestrated to enhance his use of her body. She couldn't stop breathing and grunting with every stroke. Each and every grunt sounding like it became higher pitched and louder. When she opened her eyes the tiny red light of the camera seemed to find her gaze, and psychologically hold her in its dispassionate stare, burning itself into her brain.

The most frightening thing of all was when she stopped thinking and fighting, and just let her body accept what was happening. But that seemed to be happening more, and lasted longer each time, as with little resistance, her body accepted more strokes than she could count.

The thought of him cumming inside her was horrific, but she desperately wanted and needed this to stop and that appeared to be the only way this would be over… he seemed to just keep going, pushing harder and deeper, yet seemingly easier, as her body’s resistance diminished.