Teaser:
The three guys wrapped Noelle's body in the blanket and shoved it into the trunk of the Dodge. They drove to the park where they had kidnapped Noelle. There, they cautiously approached the crime scene, which had been cordoned off with crime scene tape by crime scene investigators. But since it was already evening, there was no police officer in sight. They hadn't even left a guard behind, so it was easy for the three of them to throw Noelle's body onto the ground amidst the tape and then drape it so that the rusty iron rod in Noelle's ass and the chair leg in her pussy would immediately catch the eye of anyone who discovered the body. Only what was behind the tape would be discovered upon closer inspection.
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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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Kidnapped and thrown away
Author: Blue
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Kidnapped and thrown away
Noelle: Kidnapped and thrown away
Noelle:
Like every morning at 6 a.m., I, Noelle Campbell, put on my running shoes and running gear, packed my backpack with the things I would need for the day, and set off for a jog to my workplace, a martial arts school in West Brooklyn.
I had already begun learning my first martial art at the age of 12. My parents sent me to a martial arts school that specialized in teaching self-defense to young people. And because I was a diligent student, I soon managed to achieve the highest Kyu grade for my age group, a brown belt.
Later, other martial arts followed, such as karate and Krav Maga, as I specialized primarily in self-defense sports. And through constant practice, I achieved a black belt in each of them, the highest honor in these sports.
At the age of 22, I founded my own martial arts school. Thanks to a generous financial gift from my parents upon completing my college studies, I was able to rent a spacious warehouse in an industrial park in Brooklyn for very little money and gradually expand it into a proper martial arts studio.
The beginning was difficult, and in the first few months, only a few, mostly male, clients came to me to learn one of the martial arts I offered. Among them were some shady characters, but I couldn't afford to turn them away.
My big breakthrough came after about a year. Captain Raynor, head of a special criminal unit specializing in violent crimes against women, noticed me and asked me to give a talk on the benefits women could gain from learning a self-defense technique at one of the unit's open houses.
The talk was a complete success. I was able to gain my first new clients during the event itself, and within four weeks, my classes were completely booked with women, so I decided to accept only female clients from now on. Everyone enjoyed working with the women, and the first results quickly became apparent. One evening, while having dinner at an Asian restaurant with Captain Raynor, with whom I had become close friends, I presented him with an idea for how I could expand my shop to include another offering. Customers had already approached me several times, saying they were disappointed that they couldn't sit down together for a drink after their workout, or relax for a while in a quiet corner in a relaxed atmosphere.
And since the hall I had rented offered enough space, the idea came to me to set up a small bar on one corner where I could offer my guests chilled non-alcoholic drinks, as well as light alcoholic beverages like Prosecco. And in another corner, I wanted to create a hermetically sealed relaxation area where my clients could relax on soft cushions, listening to soft music and candlelight.
I, now 24 years old, was popular with my clients. With my long black hair, my slim, toned body, and my friendly voice, which could also be stern and assertive, when necessary, I had my gym completely under control. And not just my martial arts school.
Captain Raynor had apparently found me extremely likeable at our first meeting, when he suggested I give a talk on the topic of "violence against women" at the police unit's open day. And so, it wasn't surprising that he invited me to dinner after the open day.
The dinner was followed by several informal meetings, during which we slowly but surely grew closer. Not so close that I would have invited him to my home. Let alone anything more than a loving kiss to greet him or goodbye. But somehow, we both sensed that it was only a matter of time before the relationship would develop further. Perhaps as early as that evening, when he invited me to dinner at the Italian restaurant?
Captain Raynor
I was enthusiastic about her ideas for expanding the gym's offerings and promised to help her with her project, as much as my time as head of the police special unit allowed. The precinct was very busy at the moment. In addition to the usual violence against women, several rapes had recently been reported, all apparently committed by the same perpetrators: three unknown, masked men. The first act was more of a gang rape, typical of Brooklyn, and was accordingly recorded and classified as a normal case.
The second rape, which occurred a few weeks later in a small park at almost the same location, was considerably more brutal. However, the perpetrators were disturbed by the sudden onset of loud barking and the approach of a German Shepherd, causing them to flee.
Here, too, the police initially saw no connection to the previous act.
But then a third attack occurred there. This time, too, a woman was brutally raped multiple times by three assailants. And then strangled. This time, however, there was a witness who saw three masked men fleeing the crime scene. And only then did the investigating officers realize that all three incidents had taken place in virtually the same location.
Since the last incident ended in murder, the Brooklyn Homicide Unit took over the investigation and brought in my unit, as they could demonstrate specialized investigative methods and extensive experience in cases of sex crimes. But here, too, the leads initially petered out. Frustrated, I told Noelle about the progress of the investigation over dinner and warned her. Her morning jog to the martial arts gym led directly through the park where the rapes had occurred.
Noelle:
But I hadn't taken the warning seriously. For one thing, I'd never met anyone on the route in the early morning, the hour I always set off for my run. For another, what could possibly happen to me? I was an experienced martial artist and had impressively proven in several competitions that I could take on and defeat several men who were physically far superior to me. And since I felt very comfortable during dinner and conversations with Captain Raynor, I invited him back to my house for a drink, even though Raynor looked very tired and exhausted from his work that evening.
The next morning—Raynor had left my apartment unnoticed during the night—I set off for a run as usual around 6:00 a.m. I was wearing short running shorts and a black workout T-shirt, my feet were tucked into my running shoes in white running socks, and I was running at a leisurely trot, wearing the earbuds that I had paired with my iPhone. And as always, at a certain point in the park, I took a shortcut that led along a relatively narrow path.
I quietly hummed along to the melody playing from the earbuds. It was one of my favorite songs:
Where The Wild Roses Grow by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ft. Kylie Minogue
The music had just reached the final part of the song:
“On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die"
And I knelt down and planted a rose between her teeth”
as I rounded a tight bend in the trail. For a moment, I was concentrating only on my favorite part of the song and not paying attention to the path ahead when it happened. My right foot caught on something that didn't belong there. I stumbled, trying to roll over my shoulder as I fell, as I had practiced over and over again in training. But the backpack on my shoulder and the bushes and trees along the side of the trail disrupted an orderly fall, so I landed extremely roughly and very painfully on my right wrist. There was a crack and a scream escaped me. No, not that too! That didn't sound good at all, and I immediately feared I'd broken my wrist. Something I didn't need.
But that should have been the least of my worries. Because right after these thoughts, three dark-clad men rushed out of the bushes. Tall, grim-looking figures whose faces didn't bode well!
I tried to pull myself up from the ground to confront the men despite the pain in my wrist. But one of the straps of my backpack had caught on a dead branch of the bushes, preventing me from getting up before the men reached me.
I remembered Captain Raynor's warning about the serial rapists who had been wreaking havoc in this park for a few weeks and had recently even strangled one of their victims. But there had always been talk of three disguised men wearing masks so they apparently couldn't be recognized. The fact that these three were facing her completely unmasked aroused a certain fear in me.
"Seize her and keep her quiet," shouted the tallest of the three men, who was obviously the leader of the small gang.
Normally, I wouldn't have been worried about this situation. The three of them didn't look like they were experienced hand-to-hand combatants, and in a normal fight, I could certainly have defeated them. But I was pretty shaken up by the hard fall. I could barely move my right wrist, my knees ached and bleeding from various scrapes caused by the hard forest floor during the fall.
And the three guys were fast, you had to give them credit for that. They were obviously a well-coordinated team that knew exactly what to do.
Two of them pulled me up from the ground, ripped my backpack off my back, forced my arms back, and tied my aching wrists behind my back with cable ties.
Cable ties, of all things. If there was one thing you could hardly escape from, it was being tied up with cable ties, especially when they were as tight and wide as these guys were using. They tightened them so tightly that there was no room for me to get rid of them at some point. At the same time, the leader of the group pulled a dirty cloth bag over my head to block my vision.
"Come on, now let's get her to the car. It's become too dangerous here after the last attack. We'll go to the factory, and we'll see what happens there!"
I felt a dirty, apparently oil-stained rag being stuffed into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I gagged, trying to push the cloth out of my mouth with my tongue. But at the same time, tape was applied over it, giving me no chance of expelling the rag.
Then I was lifted up by my arms and legs and carried a short distance. All attempts to free myself were in vain, despite my extensive experience in martial arts. The guys knew their craft too well and now had me completely under control.
Since I was also blocked from vision, I didn't notice the three of them opening an old Dodge station wagon, recklessly throwing me into the trunk, and driving away with squealing tires.
I remembered the advice I always gave my students for such situations. "Try to pay attention to which direction the car is going. For how long. Whether it has to stop at traffic lights frequently or whether it has a clear path." And much more.
All of that was forgotten in that moment. The unexpected fall and the sudden overwhelm had paralyzed me too much to really concentrate on my own advice. Besides, the pain in my broken wrist distracted me.
The only thing I really noticed was that they seemed to have left the center of Brooklyn quite quickly. It wasn't long before the old, already somewhat rickety Dodge drove for several miles along a highway before reaching the outskirts of Brooklyn. There, it made countless turns before the car suddenly stopped. Then I heard a squeaking gate, which had long since needed another good dose of oil, being opened. After that, the car drove a few more meters before stopping.
"So, we've reached our destination, sweetheart, time for you to get out!" The voice of the gang leader sounded harsh in my ear, and I felt hands grabbing my body and dragging me out of the trunk.
"Take her to the great hall; no one will bother us there this time, and we'll have plenty of time to thoroughly enjoy this beauty!"
Goosebumps ran all over my body. Apparently, I had actually run into this gang of rapists who had been wreaking havoc in this Brooklyn park for months. And from the looks of it, they had learned from their past mistakes!
But what worried me most was the fact that the guys weren't wearing masks during the robbery. Why the hell were they deviating from their usual procedure with me?
I could think of only one reason: They weren't going to let me live! Apparently, with the murder during the last rape, they had crossed a line that they wouldn't go back past. And that didn't bode well for me. I could only hope that someday, an opportunity would arise for me to put my martial arts skills to the test and seriously defend myself against these guys. But at the moment, it didn't look like it would happen. Even though I could barely see or feel anything because of the cloth bag over their heads, I noticed that I was apparently being dragged into an old warehouse. A more indefinable smell of oil, musty animal feed, mixed with other flavors permeated the air of the hall.
Captain Raynor:
Meanwhile, I, Noelle's boyfriend, had tried to reach her by phone several times. I knew her morning ritual of setting off at 6 a.m. for a jog to her martial arts school. There, I usually gave her time for a refreshing shower before, just before I started my shift at the police special unit's office, I took the opportunity to wish her good morning by phone and make sure she had arrived safely at her training club.
This morning, I was earlier than usual. For once, at Noeööe's urging, I had spent the evening at her apartment, and we had become very close. No, although there had been real chemistry between us, there hadn't been sex. I was too preoccupied with the recent sexual offenses, so it wasn't surprising that I had already left her apartment before she had even woken up.
New findings from forensics were waiting for me at the office, so it was my turn to make my morning call later today.
I waited impatiently for her to answer my call. But for minutes, all I heard was the dial tone on my smartphone. And the answering machine on my landline also went off.
Alarmed, I shifted back and forth in my desk chair. This was the first morning since I'd met her that she hadn't answered my call.
After five minutes, I tried again. And again: no response on either line.
I grabbed my radio and ordered a patrol car to the warehouse where she ran her martial arts studio.
After 10 long minutes, the patrol car answered and reported that the studio was apparently still locked and there was no one in sight. And when the patrol car continued on to her apartment, it found no one there either. When another attempt to reach her on her smartphone remained unsuccessful, my patience ran out. Resolutely reaching for my radio, I ordered all available patrol cars to inspect the route she usually travels every morning.
And it wasn't long before the first team contacted me: "This is Unit 7. Sir, we have a suspicious find! In the park where the last rapes took place, there's a torn backpack containing clothing and a laptop. And the area looks like a struggle may have taken place!"
"Unit 7, stay on scene and search the area. I'm sending you reinforcements!"
And so it happened. I sent my department's crime scene team to the suspected crime scene, as well as the detection dog unit. I searched for and found a handkerchief belonging to her in my car and drove as fast as I could to the suspected crime scene in my own patrol car. There, I immediately handed my handkerchief to the leader of the tracking dog unit, while I let the leader of Unit 7 brief me.
And just a few minutes later, the first briefing took place. What he learned there made me shudder.
Unit 7 had examined the path they usually followed more closely. At a tight bend in the path, they had found a thin but strong wire stretched across the path in such a way that no runner would normally notice the obstacle and would therefore involuntarily fall. The tracks and the torn backpack clearly indicated that this had happened here. Traces of blood were also found on the path.
Forensics took samples of the blood found and immediately sent them to the lab. The sniffer dog unit also had initial results. Using Noelle's handkerchief, which I had given them, they had managed, despite a few interruptions, to follow Noelle's trail to a small road. There, there had apparently been a car parked there, into which she had gotten—voluntarily or under duress. From there, all trace of her disappeared.
I was immediately certain of my case: Noelle had ignored all my warnings and, like every morning, had made her usual route to her martial arts school. And on that route, she had fallen into the hands of the rape squad.
I desperately considered what to do now. My men had tried in vain to find witnesses to the kidnapping, but no one had ever been out so early in the morning to witness the crime.
Back in his office, tears streamed down my cheeks. Yes, I openly admitted that I had fallen in love with her. And that I could never have imagined myself in such a situation.
All leads left by my investigative team, which was now also supported by the criminal investigation department, came to nothing. There was no indication of a car in which Noelle had been kidnapped – wherever she had been.
Desperate and completely perplexed, I sank back into my chair.
Noelle:
Back to the old warehouse, where the three guys had dragged me. There, they pulled off the old sack they had put over my head during my kidnapping.
I had to blink as the sunlight, shining through a cloudy window, blinded me. At first, I only vaguely perceived where I was. Apparently, the guys had dragged me into an old warehouse. Dust, chunks of concrete broken out of the ceiling, rat droppings, and many other things littered the floor. And a large, completely filthy mattress with several dark stains on it. A few wobbly wooden chairs and a table complemented the modest furniture.
I shuddered. If this was the gang's meeting place, I couldn't expect anything good there.
Desperately, I let my gaze wander around the dreary room. With my hands tied behind my back, I had no chance of escape. Or of resistance. The cable ties were simply too tightly attached to my wrists, leaving no room to free myself.
In everyday life, I always carried a knife strapped to my lower leg. With it, I could certainly have quickly freed myself from the restraints. And then, despite my apparently broken wrist, I tried to defend myself against the men. But at the moment, every attempt was useless. I could only hope that a better opportunity would arise later.
"Drive the car back to the garage. I don't think anyone saw us at the park, but you never know!" the tall guy, who appeared to be the leader of the gang, ordered one of the other two men.
I tried to scrutinize the leader without attracting his attention. Which wasn't difficult at the moment because, partially turned away from me, he was apparently trying to type messages on his smartphone with his thick fingers.
The other side:
I, the leader of the gang, was just under two meters tall and built with muscles, which suggested I regularly did weight training. As far as my victim could tell under my muscle T-shirt, my entire upper body was covered in tattoos. My arms were also adorned with a few tattoos, including the head and armor-covered chest of a Spanish conquistador, the meaning of which only I knew. And I had a few symbols on my forearms, the meaning of which only someone who knew about prison buddies would know. Only they knew the special significance of these tattoos and thus also that in me they were dealing with a true criminal who would stop at nothing—not even murder. And since I'd been in prison for a long time, I'd had plenty of time to build up these muscles. In any case, I didn't make a trustworthy impression, and if someone had met me on the street, they would normally have tried to give me a wide berth.
The second of my men, who had just left the warehouse to hide the Dodge that had brought our victim here, was significantly shorter, only about 1.70 m tall. Unlike me, he had no visible muscles at all. On the contrary, his flesh hung fat and flabby from his body, and everything about him reminded everyone of "Piggy Dick," a not-so-likable character from a popular cartoon series.
My third man stood directly behind our victim and held her by her arms so she couldn't get a closer look at him. He pressed his lower body against her sweatpants from behind, so she could clearly feel his hard cock in his jeans.
Well, she must have realized pretty quickly that our gang, who had ambushed and kidnapped her, were the criminals who had committed at least three serious sex crimes in the past weeks and months. And who knows how many of our crimes might have gone undetected so far!
If our victim wanted any chance of getting out of here alive, she had to try to break free of her bonds. And since she couldn't undo them herself, she had to get these guys to free her. So, at least for now, it wouldn't make sense to avoid our touch or even resist. On the contrary, it could even worsen her situation. So she was obviously putting on a brave face and waiting to see what would happen next.
Meanwhile, I had put my smartphone back in my pocket and turned to our victim.
Now she could see my face more clearly. And with it, the unmistakable Spanish influence in my genes. That's where the tattoo of a Spanish conqueror's helmet and face on my forearm came from. I hadn't chosen that tattoo for nothing, after all, I was the best and most dangerous guy in our gang!
"What's your name, sweetie?" I growled at her, removing the stinking gag from her mouth.
Out of spite, she remained silent as a fish. Even when I grabbed her throat so that she had to stand on her tiptoes to counteract the pressure I exerted.
"One more time: what's your name!" I growled at her, looking into her eyes.
She met my gaze stubbornly and rigidly, seemingly unaware of the danger she was in.
And indeed: when she looked into my brown eyes, I felt something like confusion. But not for long, because I suddenly let go of her throat, only to immediately land a hard punch in her stomach with my fist. She fell backward to the ground, onto her injured wrist, which was still connected to her other arm with the cable tie behind her back. A loud scream escaped her mouth, freed from the gag.
"Get that whiny chick back on her feet!" I shouted across the room. The other two then grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up between them.
"There you go. One last time: what's your name?" I growled at her.
"Noelle," Noelle breathed. Her injured wrist seemed to be screaming in pain, and since she hadn't seen my punch to her stomach coming, she seemed to be nauseous from the blow, and here, too, the pain was apparently overwhelming.
"There you go, let's go. Noelle? A rare name! It seems we've caught a special fish this time. Shall we see if you're as special as your name suggests?"
I stepped closer to Noelle until my face was almost touching hers. Then I let the fingers of my right hand glide over her cheeks and lips.
For a moment, she apparently considered biting my fingers as they touched her lips and tried to penetrate them. But reason held her back. This apparently wasn't the opportunity she was waiting for. My companion held her bound arms too tightly, and she could probably guess how I would react to such a bite.
Back to Noelle:
"Keep cool," I tried to tell myself. I wasn't getting my hopes up about the situation I was in. The guys would rape me, and not just once, since this time they weren't in a public place like the park, but in an obviously secluded hall where no one would hear my screams. The only chance I saw for myself was that at some point the handcuffs would be removed. And that the guys would relax their attention, certain I wouldn't resist anymore.
So I closed my eyes and waited for what was to come.
I felt the leader's hands slide down my neck to her breasts. I had put on my sports bra and a tight-fitting running shirt this morning.
"Hey Conquistador, th... th... that sweetie has some great... great tits, don't they?" I heard the man who had driven the car away and was now returning stammer to the leader, who was just now sliding his hands over my breasts.
"Conquistador"? Now I also knew what the tattoo on the guy's arm meant. Well, it seemed to suit him. A Spanish conqueror, then. And the conquistadors back then were known for not being exactly squeamish in their conquests.
I flinched as the leader firmly grabbed my breasts with his hands.
"Yes, Porky, those are first-class things, not those saggy tits like we had last time!" he replied to the fat guy who was now standing with them.
Porky? Apparently, I wasn't so far off with "Pig Dick," I thought. The fat pig slowly approached. "And oh... oh... she seems to have a great ass, too!" Porky let a hand slide over my buttocks. My buttocks, against which the third man, standing behind me and holding her by the arms, was still pressing his lower body with his hard cock.
Back to the leader of the gang:
"Well, let's see what we caught today!" I grinned in her face, while simultaneously placing my hands on the top of her running shirt.
Snap!
With complete ease, I ripped her running shirt open, revealing her black sports bra. I lived up to my nickname.
"Hey guys, I think we caught a 'Lady in Black'!" I grinned in her face. Then I tried to rip her bra off as well. But the sturdy material resisted all my attempts.
"Don't worry, we'll get it!" I grumbled, reaching into one of my pants pockets and pulling out a jackknife, which I snapped open with a quiet click. Then I gleefully sliced the bra into pieces until it, too, fell to the floor, and this Noelle was now standing before me, topless.
Noelle:
I saw the knife slowly approach my breasts. He moved the tip slowly between my bulges down to my belly button, but without penetrating the skin. Then the guy took one of my nipples between his fingers, twisted it until it became really hard, pulled on it, and placed the tip of the knife at the very edge of the nipple. I felt the cold metal of the knife and was afraid the guy was going to cut off my nipple. I flinched involuntarily.
"Ha... ha... stop, boss, leave the nip... nip... nipple on. You know that's my... my job!" stammered the fat guy standing behind the leader.
"Don't worry, Porky, I won't take away the pleasure of slicing up our girlie here!" the leader replied.
I flinched again. This bunch obviously stopped at nothing. I absolutely had to find a way to free myself from the handcuffs.
The leader in front of me folded the knife back and put it in his trouser pocket. But only to immediately grab my breasts with both paws and squeeze as hard as he could.
"Aaaaaaaah!" I cried out. But less because of the pain the crime boss's squeeze had caused me. No, when I saw what the guy was planning, I tensed every muscle in my arms. And the moment he squeezed, I tried to break the cable tie that tied my hands behind my back.
Under normal circumstances, I might have succeeded. But the broken wrist wouldn't cooperate. The pain that shot through my body as I tried to get rid of the cable tie was greater than the pain the guy caused by squeezing my breasts.
I immediately gave up trying to get rid of the cable tie that way. No, I had to find another way to free myself. And that could only be to get the guys to let go of their hands.
Back to the gang boss:
After I'd kneaded her breasts enough, I grabbed her black running shorts and pulled them down over her hips until they, too, slid to the floor.
Appeared were a pair of small black panties that this Noelle had worn that morning. Just big enough to cover her modesty. But not for long, because with a hard tug, I ripped off the last piece of clothing covering her body.
"Here, Assyboy, you can sniff these so you know what to expect!" I shouted and threw the panties to my boyfriend, a mixed-race guy about 5'9" tall with curly hair and thick lips. He caught them effortlessly, immediately sniffed them, and put the back of the panties in his mouth to lick them. "Thanks, boss, that smells and tastes promising, I can hardly wait to…"
"All in good time!" I interrupted my friend.
"Put her on the table for me!" I demanded of my two accomplices. They didn't hesitate for long, grabbed Noelle by her arms and legs, dragged her to the table in the middle of the warehouse, and laid her on her back so that her legs dangled over the edge.
Noelle:
An involuntary scream escaped me again as my broken wrist hit the table, where the two guys pressed me down.
I desperately needed to get my hands free, because that way I had no chance of defending myself against the three guys.
But first, I had to watch helplessly as the leader of the gang stepped up to the table, spread my legs, stood between them, and unbuckled his pants. Then he unzipped his pants and carelessly let them slide down to his ankles. Revealed was a large, veiny cock, which he took in his right hand and brought toward my slit.
The Boss:
"So, sweetheart, how about a hot fuck? Are you up for it yet?" With these words, I reached hard between her legs and pushed two fingers into her slit.
My victim couldn't stop herself from screaming again. Her vagina was dry, as the events so far certainly hadn't produced enough lubrication for my fingers to easily enter her. But that didn't bother me much, as I continued poking around inside her with my fingers.
"Hey Porky, play some music, maybe that'll get our beauty in the right mood!"
Noelle:
I, who had turned my head to the side in shame, saw the fat bastard walk over to a huge boom box standing on the concrete floor and press a button. Loud music immediately started playing, which I recognized right away.
“Conquistador, your stallion stands
in need of company
and like some angel's haloed brow
your reek of purity
I see your armor-plated breast
has long since lost its sheen
and in your death mask face
there are no signs which can be seen…”
This guy with the many tattoos on his body had apparently chosen one of my favorite songs, “Conquistador” by Procul Harum, as his own favorite, in keeping with his arm tattoo of a Spanish conqueror wearing his helmet and armor.
And now he guided his hard cock to my entrance. I felt his hot glans and waited for him to thrust. But he obviously enjoyed taking his time, because I felt my breasts being kneaded again and my nipple being twisted between his fingertips. And I heard and felt him spitting saliva and mucus onto his hand, whose fingers spread the thick, slimy secretion between my legs.
And then came the first thrust. Hard and brutal, without any warning.
Involuntarily, I cried out again. I felt the hard cock being pushed a few centimeters deep into my still-dry slit. It remained there for a few seconds before being withdrawn, only to be pushed into me again shortly after.
The game was repeated several times, and I heard my rapist gasp louder with each thrust. Apparently, he enjoyed thrusting into me like that, while I tried to relax as much as possible. Not to make it easier for the rapist, but to minimize the pain for myself.
At some point, my body began to react to the thrusts and involuntarily secreted more and more fluid. This made the rape more bearable for me. And in turn, spurred my rapist on even more.
The Conquistador:
"Hey, the whore seems to like the way I'm fucking her. Look how wet my cock is getting!" I pulled my cock out of her and showed my friends how wet it had become. Then he rammed it back into her pussy.
"Now I'll show you how a real man takes a woman!"
I fucked Noelle hard and brutally, placing my hands under her ass to lift it so I could penetrate her more easily. My fingers dug into her flesh, and I could feel her mentally begging for the torture to be over soon.
Then Noelle apparently had a thought. She squeezed her pussy as tightly as possible around my cock. Even though this was certainly painful for her, she was clearly hoping I would come faster.
And indeed: "Madre dios, que cabrona!" With those words, I thrust into her faster and harder until I felt my slimy semen unload inside her.
I stayed inside her for a while before withdrawing my still semi-erect cock. Then I grabbed her by her long hair and dragged her into a sitting position before a hard slap swept her off the table and onto the hard concrete floor.
"On your knees, you bitch!" I barked at her.
Noelle:
I tried to stand up, but with my hands tied behind my back, I couldn't.
"I said, 'Get on your knees!' My rapist's voice grew louder and louder.
Again, I tried to obey the command, but again, I couldn't get up from the floor. Then his idea came to me...
"I can't do this with my hands tied. Either you help me or you free my hands!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the leader signal to the scrounger. He pulled out a knife, knelt down beside me, and cut the cable tie holding my hands behind his back.
With exaggerated effort, I tried to stand up. My gaze carefully scanned the room: directly in front of me stood my rapist, the massive leader of the gang. To my left, the scrounger, still holding the knife, grinned. And behind me was what looked like the third guy they'd dubbed "Assyboy."
I thought about it as quickly as my mind could. The most dangerous of the three was probably their leader, who was at least physically far superior to me. The little pig was rather harmless, even though he was holding a knife. What I couldn't figure out was the guy standing behind me. I hadn't seen enough of him yet.
In my mind, I ran through every situation from my years of training. Who would I have to take out first? Who second? And would I manage to reach the warehouse door, about 20 meters away, before the guys realized what was happening to them?
I deliberately struggled to hoist myself up on the table with my good hand. The fact that my right wrist, of all things, was apparently broken was annoying and extremely painful, but there was nothing I could do about it.
"Come on, get up there and lick my cock clean!" the leader of the gang growled angrily, grabbing my long hair again.
This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for. I leaped to my feet. But only for a brief moment, because I immediately rammed my right knee right between the Conquistador's legs, causing him to collapse and scream angrily, clutching his aching balls with both hands.
I whirled around. Behind me stood the third man, completely surprised by what was happening in front of him. And before he realized that the situation was developing completely differently than the guys had predicted, I incapacitated him with a well-aimed palm strike to the throat. Although I had to use my left hand, the force was still enough to send the "Assyboy" to the ground.
I didn't pay any attention to the piglet at all. I ran as fast as I could toward the exit, which I reached unhindered.
I grabbed the doorknob, pushed it down, and tried to open the door. But it was obviously locked, because it wouldn't open.
I looked around desperately. There, right next to the door, hung a key rack with several different-looking keys on it.
I examined the door lock. It was a lock that could normally only be opened with a security key. And there was only one key of that kind on the rack!
I ripped the key from the rack and, with trembling hands, tried to insert it into the door cylinder. Which I finally succeeded in doing.
The moment I turned the key and pushed down the doorknob, I felt a violent blow to the back of my head. Dazed, I sank to the ground and just managed to notice the piglet standing behind me with a board in his hand, grinning maliciously at me.
"There... There... You might... like this!" he stammered, yanking me up from the ground.
Meanwhile, the other two guys had also recovered from their surprise and were walking quickly toward Porky and me.
I recognized from the leader's gaze that he was obviously still in severe pain. And even though my escape attempt had failed, I had to grin inwardly. "At least I managed this!" I thought before the guy appeared in front of me. And rammed his fist right into my face!
I heard the bones in my nose splinter even before the pain in my face overwhelmed me.
The Boss:
"You won't do that again, you bitch!"
I rammed my fist into our victim's stomach, causing it to snap shut like my knife before I could put it back in my pocket.
Noelle slammed onto the hard floor of the warehouse. And shortly after, she felt hard kicks hitting her entire body: stomach, back, legs, arms, and even her face. She was about to lose consciousness when she was suddenly yanked back up.
"Okay, sweetheart, you asked for it this way. So you're going to get it the hard way!" I whispered in her ear. And then she was dragged back to the table, across the hard, rough concrete floor, tearing the skin on her legs, back, and bottom, leaving nasty grazes.
Assyboy:
"Now it's my turn, boss!" my voice rang out. My buddies grabbed her by the arms and dragged her face down onto the table, where they held her so tightly that she had no chance to resist.
I had mixed feelings about my boss's rape of this whore. Yes, the Conquistador always thought that what he did couldn't be topped. But I saw it a little differently...
"What a hot ass!" I exclaimed as my hands ran over those hot ass cheeks.
My fingernails dug into her flesh, my wet tongue slid over her buttocks, to her cleft. There, my tongue ran up and down until it finally reached her tight opening and circled around her most secret hole.
I gasped, liking what I was doing and what I was seeing. I spread her buttocks further and further, tearing them apart further and further, until the woman in front of me cried out in pain again.
"Yes, go ahead and scream, sweetheart. But wait until I really deal with you. Then you'll know what pain really means. And your screams will be like music to my ears!"
A hard blow from me landed on her right buttock completely unexpectedly. Then another blow, this time on the left cheek.
And then the blows rained down on her like hailstones. Yes, I knew how to use the flat of my palms to achieve the greatest possible effect.
Noelle:
Tears welled up in my eyes. With every blow that landed on my buttocks, I howled. The blows were hard and relentless, and I prayed inwardly that the beatings would finally end.
But the exact opposite happened. For a moment, the blows stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Only to scream even louder than before a moment later.
What the hell was that? The pain in my bottom suddenly became unbearable, my backside burned like fire, I screamed, and tears streamed from my eyes like raindrops.
What had happened? Well, "Assyboy" had stopped hitting me with his hands because his own hands hurt. Instead, he had pulled his leather belt out of his pants and was now hitting my buttocks with it.
"Hopefully, this will teach you a lesson!" I heard his voice in her ear.
And then the blows finally stopped. Relieved, I tried to take a deep breath and push the pain away. When I heard a new sound. A sound that made me shiver.
Assyboy:
It was the sound of my pants zipper that made Noelle jump. I unzipped my pants, slipped them down over my knees, and stepped behind Noelle with my big, hard cock in my hand.
While the Conquistador had had a long but average-thick cock, which he had rammed into Noelle's pussy, my cock was of a completely different constitution.
I had a cock that every woman who had ever seen or even felt it had recoiled from. What "made it special" wasn't just its length, which would have done any black guy proud in the porn videos you could see on the relevant websites. No, it was its thickness that made the cock special. If my victim could have seen what was approaching her ass, she would have screamed in horror at that alone.
I stepped up close to her, letting my unnaturally thick cock slide up and down between her buttocks. Again and again, while occasionally pressing my hard cockhead against her anus, as if trying to penetrate it.
But I knew I couldn't do it without support, even with brute force. My cock was too thick to penetrate there without injuring myself.
"Give me that grease gun over there!" I growled at Porky. He went to a cabinet against the wall of the warehouse and pulled out a grease gun, which he handed to me with a grin.
I took the grease gun without a word and pressed the tip against Noelle's asshole.
Noelle:
I felt something cold penetrating me from behind, but I couldn't imagine what it was. And then something fat and slimy was forced into my anus. I tried to prevent it by tightening my anal sphincter. Nevertheless, the greasy thing penetrated me deeper and deeper.
Then I felt the cock of the third man standing behind me pressing against my vagina, from which the leader's semen was still dripping. It was harder and harder, while at the same time something else was pressing against my anus.
Assyboy:
Yes, I pressed the tip of my cock against Noelle's still slightly open front hole. Even though I'm not a pussy lover.
With a malicious grin on my face, I squeezed myself a little into the still-dripping hole, while simultaneously pushing the contents of the grease gun into Noelle's asshole with first two, then three, and finally four fingers, smearing them there.
Once I had pushed all four fingers in, without warning, I rammed my fat cock deep into Noelle's already violated pussy. And even though it was already stretched from the previous rape, it was no match for the thickness of my cock. When I pulled out of her for the first time, my cock was already covered in blood, and the more often I rammed it into Noelle, the faster the blood flowed from the violated hole. THAT was what I called a real rape. Not the kind of games my boss played!
Noelle:
The first time he pushed his cock into me, I felt something deep inside me rip. And immediately afterwards, a wetness I'd never experienced before filled my vagina and flowed out of it.
And with every thrust from the guy standing behind me, who held me tightly by the hips while he rammed his unnaturally thick cock into me, I was torn further apart, and more and more blood flowed out of me.
Assyboy:
"Hey, look, I think that must be a hemophiliac!" I laughed at my friends, who were standing around me grinning and watching the scene.
Then I pulled my fingers out of Noelle's asshole, took my blood-stained cock in my right hand, pressed it against her now wide-open asshole, and began to push.
Noelle:
I felt the fingers in my asshole being replaced by something else. I was completely helpless at the mercy of my rapist, who continually increased the pressure. I screamed as something inside me tore again, as blood poured out of me again, this time from a different place, never before used by a man.
And then Assyboy was inside me. When something inside me tore, it was easy for him to penetrate my most intimate place. To fuck me where no man had ever even attempted before. And he fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. Apparently, he thought I'd enjoy being fucked in the ass by his monster cock. But that wasn't the case.
Assyboy:
I didn't get my name for nothing. My friends knew I was an ass lover. But a special kind. Regular anal sex didn't bring me any pleasure. No, what I needed was hardcore sex. And now I enjoyed that in Noelle's asshole.
Again and again, I drilled myself all the way into her brown hole, from which blood flowed, lubricating my thick cock so that I could push it into Noelle completely painlessly, while Noelle thought she was being impaled on an elephant's cock.
In and out, over and over again, while I dug my fingernails deep into Noelle's ass cheeks until the blood started to flow from there too.
But eventually, I, too, had enough. With a martial scream, I spurted my mixed-race seed deep into Noelle's ass. I lingered there for a moment before pulling my blood-stained cock out of her.
"Anyone else without?" I asked, grinning.
Noelle:
"Y... Y... ee, me!" I heard the fat pig stammer as I lay writhing in pain on the table.
"No, not another one!" I thought, lying almost unconscious on the table.
Even though the guys had let go of my arms, I no longer considered resisting. The guys had tortured me too much, the pain throughout my body was too great for me to be able to defend myself. But a thought had taken root in my mind: if, against all odds, I survived this whole thing, I would take revenge on these guys. On every single one of them. And my revenge would be cruel. This thought helped me not forget the pain, but at least made it easier to bear.
But at the moment, revenge was out of the question.
Fat Pig:
"Le... Le... Put it on my matr... matr... mattress!" I stammered to my comrades. They grabbed Noelle by the arms, dragged her up from the table where she had just been brutally anally raped, and threw her onto the mattress on the floor, which now had a few more stains. Noelle's bloodstains.
I turned Noelle onto her back and sat on her bare, blood-stained stomach.
"Ha...Ha...hello sweetie, sh...nice to meet you!"
Saliva flowed from my mouth as I bent over Noelle's face, stammering.
Noelle, barely able to move from the pain, tried to turn her head away from me.
"What could possibly happen now? It can't get any worse!" she probably thought, as she felt me moving on top of her. Then she noticed me unzipping my pants, too. And pulling out a small, semi-erect cock.
Well, even though our boss and Assyboy considered themselves the greatest and best, I had my own ideas about what I would do to our victim.
I grabbed Noelle by the hair and pulled her head into a position where she had to look at it. Then, with the other hand, I guided my semi-erect little cock to her mouth.
"Pig...pig...suck me until I co... co... come!" I tried to force Noelle to take my cock in her mouth.
Noelle:
Even though I didn't feel like it at all, I had to laugh inside. This fat piglet was actually trying to put his little cock in my mouth so I'd give him a blow job.
I turned my head to the side, because there was no way I was going to do that. But the piglet took his jackknife out of his pocket, opened it, and held it to my throat.
"Mom... mom... open your mouth, or..."
I felt the tip of the knife cut the skin on my throat, and blood began to run down my throat there too. And as the pressure of the knife increased, I reluctantly turned her head and opened my mouth.
Immediately, the disgusting guy tried to shove his little cock into my mouth. And even though it was really small, I gagged. Not because of the size of the cock, but because of the disgusting stench emanating from it.
Porky:
Which didn't stop me from trying to shove my cock even deeper into her mouth. But the excitement was probably too much for me. Because before I could even push my semi-hard cock into Noelle's mouth, I came and squirted my cum all over Noelle's face.
"You stupid... stupid... stupid whore! There... there... you'll pay... for this!"
I rammed my fist into Noelle's face, right on her already broken nose. Then I got off Noelle and lay down next to her, panting and disappointed.
Noelle was obviously relieved that I hadn't managed to fully assault her. At least something, she thought.
But Noelle was wrong. Because after a few moments of calm, I got up from the ground. To take revenge on Noelle for what had just happened.
Well, I wasn't really a rapist. I knew that I rarely managed to get my cock hard enough during a rape to penetrate one of our victims' holes and cum there. So, what had just happened wasn't really a surprise to me. But I had other preferences. Which I would now unleash on the already sufficiently violated Noelle.
I knelt next to Noelle and let my hands glide over her bloody body. The fact that they also got bloody didn't bother me. On the contrary, by the time I was done with Noelle, they would be even bloodier!
Noelle:
I felt Porky's hands clutching my breasts. His dirty fingernails left red marks on my skin, and his teeth, with which he "caressed" my nipples, also dug into the delicate skin.
Then his fingers penetrated my violated holes, front and back, thrusting into my still-wide-open ass and pussy, drilling in.
Since I'd been fucked there several times before, I barely felt the pig's fat fingers, so they caused me virtually no pain. Porky seemed to notice this too, because he redoubled his efforts and drilled himself into me even deeper and faster. To no avail...
Porky:
Angrily, I pulled my blood-stained hands out of Noelle and wiped them on the mattress.
"Hey Porky, do you have a light for me?" I heard the leader of the gang call. Noelle turned her head toward him and just caught a wink. Then he took a metal case out of his back pocket and removed a fat cigar.
I was annoyed for a moment that my pleasure was interrupted. But then my face brightened, and I stood up and pulled a lighter from one of my pockets.
"Well, cl... cl... sure, boss!"
After the conquistador had clipped off the end of his cigar, I lit it. The leader took a deep drag, which he seemed to enjoy. Then he nodded to me and Noelle. "Have fun!"
Noelle:
Noelle was startled. The grin on the leader's face didn't bode well. And when the fat man turned back to me with the lighter still lit, I had a bad feeling.
What Noelle didn't know: The Conquistador was the leader of a gang of about 20 people in a bad neighborhood of Brooklyn. The gang distributed all kinds of drugs, including over-the-counter opioid painkillers, ran a brothel where girls from all over the world were forced into sex, and even trafficked women they couldn't use themselves.
The Conquistador had already spent several years in prison for various crimes. But these had all been minor offenses, like dealing cocaine and ecstasy; the truly serious crimes like rape, murder, and manslaughter could never be proven against him. And so, he remained the undisputed boss of the gang, and no one would challenge his leadership.
His right-hand man was Assyboy, who usually did the dirty work for him. If women destined for the brothel weren't up to par, one look at Assyboy's thick cock was usually enough to make them submissive. It wasn't for nothing that he was secretly called the "Elephant." And if women still didn't comply, Assyboy would take care of them. He was also called Assyboy because his penchant for fucking women in the ass was irrelevant. Whether they wanted it or not. On the contrary, the more the women resisted, the more he enjoyed it.
The women Assyboy abused in this way were no longer of any use to the gang's brothel. They were sold to dirty pimps, where they ended up in seedy brothels, nasty clubs, or back rooms. Never to be seen again.
And Porky? Porky was in charge of the really bad stuff. Every now and then, fights broke out between the gangs in the Brooklyn neighborhoods. Arguments about who could claim which territory or who could take over other gangs.
During these fights, it sometimes happened that a member of a rival gang fell into the hands of the Conquistador's clique. And when they wanted to extract information from the prisoner, Porky was called in. For Porky was something of a torturer of the group. So far, no one had managed to resist his "arts" and remain silent. And anyone who blurted out under the pressure of the pain Porky inflicted on his enemies ended up deep beneath the basement of the building where the gang had its headquarters, in the sewers of Brooklyn, where rats and other vermin ensured that nothing remained of the guys.
A few weeks ago, the three friends had discovered a new "hobby." While their rapes had previously been limited to the women who worked in their brothel, they now expanded their "prey circle." By chance, after a party at the home of a pimp friend, they ran into a young woman on their way to their car in a small park. Intoxicated as they were, the guys tried to hit on her and "persuade" her to have sex with them. When the woman, disgusted, refused and tried to escape, the three simply grabbed her, tore off her clothes, and raped her one after the other. Assyboy was so drunk that he couldn't push his elephantine cock into her asshole, but instead came between her breasts. And Porky, who had tried to force a blowjob on the woman, was again having problems with premature ejaculation. Only the leader of the gang got his money's worth, repeatedly thrusting his cock into the pussy of the desperately resisting woman. But due to the alcohol, he too shot his load very quickly.
After the three were finished, they simply left the woman lying there, continued on to the car, and then drove home to their headquarters, laughing and smirking.
Sober the next day, when they talked about the incident, they both agreed that raping a woman in the middle of the night and in public had been awesome. But since none of the three had really gotten their way, the whole thing left a bad taste in their mouths. And so the three decided to try again. If possible, in the same place, to get rid of that bad taste.
However, it took quite a while before another suitable opportunity arose. This time, it was a somewhat older woman they ran into. But the guys didn't care. The main thing was that they had fun.
And they did. At least at first.
Based on their experience from the first attempt, they had been largely sober this time when they had lain in wait. And after they had subdued their victim and torn her clothes off, it was naturally the conquistador who had pounced on the woman first. With brutal force, he spread her legs and, without much preamble, penetrated her dry pussy. He fucked her until his cock was all the way inside her. And then, with a loud cry, he squirted his cum deep inside her.
Assyboy also had his turn. He had taken the precaution of putting a tube of lubricant in his pocket, which he generously rubbed into his victim's asshole before placing his cock against her anus and slowly but surely drilling himself in.
Even though he only penetrated her a few centimeters before he unloaded. The idea of raping a woman in public made him nervous. The risk of being discovered was quite high, even though they were traveling in the middle of the night.
Even Porky had managed to get his little cock somewhat erect. But just as he was about to force it into the woman's mouth, they heard loud barking from a dog, slowly but surely getting closer. The three quickly retreated to their car, leaving their violated victim lying on the ground, where she was shortly found by the dog's owner.
Except for Porky, they were all quite satisfied with the experience. The bad taste of the first rape had been erased, and for days afterward, the three still sneered at their deed.
Then one day, it happened again. The thrill of it overcame the three, and they lay in wait again. Again, at the same spot in the park, because until then, nothing had been made public about the two previous rapes.
And they were immediately in luck: no sooner had they hidden in the bushes than a woman came running along the path. With unsteady steps, as the three immediately noticed. Apparently, the woman had drunk a little too much, making it easy for the guys to overpower her.
As it turned out, this time they had a hooker on their hands. With knee-high boots, a short miniskirt, stockings, a wide-open blouse, bright red lips, and false eyelashes, it was easy to tell.
And again, it was the gang boss who attacked the woman first. He pulled off her blouse, ripped off her panties under her skirt, and poked his fingers around in her pussy, which was surprisingly quite wet. So that he could easily push his cock inside and fuck her. The hooker was apparently so drunk that she barely noticed what was happening to her. With glazed eyes, she endured being penetrated by the conquistador until he pulled his cock out of her and came all over her bare tits.
Immediately after, it was Assyboy's turn. He brutally turned the whore onto her stomach, lifted her skirt, spread her ass cheeks, rubbed her asshole with lube again, and then penetrated her tight hole. This time he took more time, and it wasn't long before he had pushed his cock so deep into the ass of the woman lying beneath him that something ripped there, and his thick, blood-stained cock was now pushed in and out of the hole.
The sight of his blood-stained cock turned Assyboy on even more, and now he lived up to his name. Like a wild animal, he fucked the whore from behind. She, in turn, seemed to slowly realize what was happening to her, and when she tried to scream in pain, a large hand was pressed over her mouth, smothering her screams.
When Assyboy was finally finished with her, he could see, in the dim light of a nearby lamppost, a mixture of blood and semen seeping from the whore's torn asshole. It didn't bother him much. He wiped his blood-stained cock clean with his victim's white blouse and tucked it back into his pants.
Porky, who had watched the two previous rapes with saliva, opened his pants to take out his cock as well. And indeed, spurred on by the preceding events, this time it stood erect. Even though his cock was perhaps only four inches long and quite thin.
Porky turned the whore back onto her back, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into a sitting position. Apparently, this time, too, he intended to shove his hard cock into his victim's mouth for a change.
"Open your mouth and suck my cock!" he snarled at the woman now sitting in front of him. She opened her eyes, dazed, and looked confusedly into Porky's face. And then down at his cock, which was pressed against her lips.
And then something completely unexpected happened. The drunk started laughing and slurred, "What's that supposed to be? I've never seen such a cute pig-curly tail!" The whore shook with laughter, muttering the word "pig-curly tail" over and over again.
That was too much for Porky. He threw the whore back onto the grass, knelt over her, and wrapped his fat hands around her throat. And then he squeezed. Squeezed and squeezed, while the woman's body twisted beneath him, trying to escape. But then the movements became weaker and weaker until they finally stopped altogether.
"Shit, you killed her!" Porky heard Assyboy shout next to him.
"I don't care, she deserved it!" Porky replied, still agitated by the whore's taunt.
"Let's get out of here!" The Conquistador pulled the two away from the body, and together they ran to their car, speeding away from the crime scene with screeching tires.
This time, the police connected the individual rapes and began a manhunt for three unknown men. This caused the three to remain quiet for a while, enjoying themselves with the women of their brothel as before.
But once the initial public outcry had died down and the police apparently turned their attention to other crimes, the pressure on the three grew ever greater. The thrill of raping a woman in public had become like an addiction to them.
And then, by chance, Porky, of all people, who often roamed Brooklyn early in the morning, spotted a woman jogging through the park who immediately caught his eye.
A few days later, the two met again, although the woman apparently ignored him. Why should she? He was just a fat guy shuffling through the park in the morning, and no one really noticed him.
A plan began to form in Porky's mind. After noticing that the woman jogged through the park practically every morning at the same time and along the same route, he shared his observation with his friends. And immediately, the three agreed that this was their next victim. However, it was too dangerous for them to rape a woman in the middle of the park at 6 a.m., when it was already light. Especially since the public seemed to have become significantly more alert since the last few robberies. So they decided to trip the jogger at a suitable location, tie her up, and drag her into one of the gang's cars, then take her to an abandoned warehouse in the gang's territory. There they would have plenty of time to have fun with her.
And so they did. On a dreary morning when no one was in the park, they strung a thin but strong wire rope at a suitable location across the path the jogger would have to take. And it wasn't long before she came running up, absentmindedly. And then she fell...
Back to the warehouse, where Noelle watched the gang leader light his cigar.
"Get some whiskey from the car, my throat is dry!" he then ordered Assyboy, who left the warehouse, leaving the door to the hall open.
Noelle:
Still lying on the mattress, I noticed this out of the corner of my eye. Hope rose again. If I could get up quickly enough and run to the door, with a bit of luck, I might be able to escape my tormentors outside. Because even though I was clearly weakened by the rape and abuse, I still trusted myself to run fast enough to escape those guys. The leader had plenty of muscles, but they would certainly prevent him from running after me fast enough to intercept me. And Porky? With his wobbly legs, he'd be lucky if he could move at all. That left only Assyboy, who had left the warehouse to get some whiskey. And that certainly couldn't take long!
I turned onto my left side. From there, I could brace myself with my good hand to jump up from the mat. Which I did immediately.
With initially somewhat shaky steps, I ran toward the open door. And by the time the Conquistador and Porky had even registered that their victim was trying to escape, I had already reached the door and ran out into a wide hallway. "Right or left?" I thought about it for only a moment, then ran to the left, my favorite side.
Since I was no longer wearing shoes (the guys had taken them off at the beginning of the rapes and carelessly tossed them to the side), my footsteps were barely audible in the bare hallway. The screams of their pursuers, who had now reached the door and were trying to follow me, were all the louder.
After about 20 meters, the hallway turned right. I slowed down briefly so I could turn the corner.
The hallway led into another, smaller hall, which appeared to be a garage or workshop, equipped with a table, four wobbly wooden chairs, a workbench, and several steel cabinets. There was also the old Dodge station wagon my kidnappers had brought me here in. And Assyboy, holding an open bottle of whiskey.
Assyboy was just as surprised as I was. Neither of us had expected such an encounter.
I slowed down and stopped. I looked around desperately.
The large gate of the hall, through which the car had been driven in, was locked. I couldn't see another exit. And behind me in the hallway, my pursuers approached, panting and with loud footsteps.
I entered the hall. All escape routes were blocked, so my only option was to fight. A fight in which I was clearly unlucky. Three against one, that was the ratio. And I was visibly shaken. The three men who now stood facing me together noticed this.
I retreated to a free wall of the warehouse. This way, I wanted to prevent the guys from surrounding me, which would make defense significantly more difficult. Then I looked around to see if there was anything nearby I could use to defend myself. But luck wasn't on my side today. Because there was nothing in sight that I could reach.
Assyboy:
I had spotted a broom in a corner, though. I put the whiskey bottle on the floor and went over there, picking up the broom handle. With a quick kick, I broke the broom off the handle so I could swing it in the air like a quarterstaff. Then I returned to my two companions, who had blocked Noelle's path in the meantime.
My voice echoed through the hall, boasting: "Let me do this. I'll take care of that little big cat. And then I'll take care of her ass again!" I grinned slyly. And I would show everyone who really was the best in the room!
Noelle:
I saw the leader of the three retreat to the entrance to the hallway she had just come from and block it, while Porky stood in front of the garage door. And then Assyboy approached me, playfully holding the broomstick in his right hand.
From his first movements, I could tell he had experience with such staffs. My suspicions were confirmed when he elegantly tossed the handle from one hand to the other and back again. And then assumed a typical stance known only to martial artists who had practiced it.
I myself had practiced using the bo staff for years and even taught it at my martial arts school. In the right hands, it could be a dangerous instrument, especially against unarmed opponents. And I knew how difficult it was to disarm someone who could handle it. And then, if possible, to defeat them.
The pain in my right wrist was now almost unbearable, and the joint and forearm were swollen. Not to mention the pain in my vagina and anus from the severe rape. Numbly, I considered how best to confront my opponent. I was aware that even if I could take him out, there would still be the other two guys. And even though the "Conquistador" certainly wasn't the fastest, once he got his heavy hands on me, I'd hardly have a chance against him, as battered as I was.
But I'd have to worry about that later—if at all. For now, I needed to focus all my attention on Assyboy.
Assyboy:
I had now grasped the staff in such a way that it could be used both to defend against her attacks and for my own.
With eager eyes and a spring in my step, I began to circle Noelle. Even though she had already incapacitated me once with a well-aimed palm strike, I still couldn't quite judge what kind of opponent I was facing. Accordingly, I watched Noelle carefully and attentively. I was certain I could incapacitate her quickly. The quarterstaff gave me the invaluable advantage of keeping a sufficient distance from Noelle while simultaneously using the staff as a weapon from a distance. It was also easy for any observer to see that the naked woman, whose thighs were now covered in clotted blood, was having trouble staying on her feet.
And so it was no wonder I was already thinking about the time after the fight. About how I would rape her sexy ass a second time and maybe do completely different things to her.
Noelle:
That was the moment I realized that my opponent's mind was obviously somewhere else and his concentration wasn't 100 percent on me.
I quickly considered several possible attacks. My most important goal had to be to deprive the guy of his staff. And, ideally, to get my hands on it myself. Accordingly, I launched into a lightning-fast attack. With a loud battle cry, I ran toward my opponent, jumped high in the air, and attempted a kick to his left ear. This kick was only a feint, because I knew all too well that in my current state, I would never have been able to execute the kick in a way that would have brought Assyboy to the ground. No, my main focus was on the fighting staff. And while I was still in the air, I tried to turn around and grasp the staff with my hands, snatching it from my opponent. And I almost succeeded. Because when Assyboy saw the kick coming towards his head, he reflexively tried to dodge it. And I took advantage of this moment of distraction and grabbed the staff with my good left hand. I even caught it. But as I tried to snatch it, I slipped on an oil slick and lost my balance. And before I could reach for it again, a heavy blow hit my left shoulder. I was spun around and thrown to the ground.
When I turned around, Assyboy was standing next to me with a hateful look. "You bitch, you won't do that again. You're mine now!"
I saw a second kick coming my way. I rolled desperately over my sore shoulder to the side, out of my opponent's range, and tried to get back on my feet. I actually managed to do so.
In a last, desperate attempt, I assumed a defensive stance to brace myself against Assyboy's impending attack.
But it didn't come. At least not for the moment.
Assyboy:
I had taken two steps back to get out of direct range of Noelle's arms and legs. Then I studied my opponent carefully. I'd never encountered such a wildcat before! The desire to overcome her grew even more intensely. And then to fuck her. Any hole!
And again, I began to slowly circle Noelle. This time, however, with increased caution.
Noelle, on the other hand, found it increasingly difficult to stay on her feet and concentrate. The pain throughout her body was getting worse, and her strength was steadily waning.
And so she saw my next attack coming too late. Unable to counter it, a powerful blow from the staff threw her to the concrete floor of the garage.
Completely dazed, Noelle had only one thought: "Get out of here!" And so she desperately tried to crawl toward the garage door with her arms outstretched. But she didn't get far, because my heavy boot immediately landed on her right upper arm.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, sweetheart? Don't you like it here with us? That would be a shame, because we're far from done with you!"
With these words, I increased the pressure on her arm until the bone could no longer withstand it and broke with a loud, crunching sound beneath my boot.
I took a few steps to the side, reached for the whiskey bottle lying on the floor, and took a deep drink.
"I've earned it, haven't I, guys!" Grinning, I passed the bottle to my boss, who also took a hearty swig from the bottle before handing it to Porky. But instead of taking a sip himself, Porky approached Noelle and turned her onto her back. "Would you like a sip too? It'll definitely help with the pain!"
Noelle:
I twisted my face to the side, contorted in pain, as the fat pig tried to pour whiskey into my mouth, so that the rest of it ran down my cheeks.
Porky stammered angrily in my face: "You're... you're... insulting our good... good... good drink? There... there... then take this... here!"
With that, he pulled my thighs apart, knelt between them, and rammed the whiskey bottle as deep between my legs as he could.
I screamed loudly. My already tortured body tried to escape the pain, but Porky only pushed the almost empty bottle even harder into my slit, so that now I could only lie on the floor, whimpering for mercy.
But things were about to get even worse!
I felt Assyboy wrap his arms around my stomach and try to get me to my feet.
Assyboy:
"Help me, guys. This little girl needs a good beating!" The other two guys didn't need to be told twice. Without regard for her broken limbs, they dragged Noelle to her feet, the whiskey bottle slipping out of her pussy and shattering on the floor.
"Put her right there on the hood of our good old Dodge. And then I'm going to have another go at that hot ass of hers!"
Noelle was dragged to the dusty car, where she was laid face down on the hood and held down. Then I stepped behind her and unzipped my pants again. This time I took the time to get out of them before I placed his hands on her ass cheeks, which had been scraped by the concrete floor.
"Okay, let's see. Do you still have enough lube in your ass, sweetie?" I roughly fingered Noelle's asshole. I felt that the grease I had forced into her anus during the first rape had now become nicely soft and liquid due to the warmth, especially since it had also mixed with my sperm and Noelle's blood.
I took my cock in my right hand and placed it against Noelle's anus, while with my left hand I grabbed her long black hair and wrapped it around my hand. Then, with a harsh scream, I plunged my elephantine cock deep into her already abused hole, while I pulled on her hair with my left hand, yanking her head up from the hood.
Noelle:
A desperate cry escaped my lips as I felt the huge cock digging into my ass again. The pain wasn't as severe as the first time, since my ass was now really well lubricated and something had already been torn inside me the first time, so my hot gut could barely resist the guy's brutal thrusts. Besides, I had no strength left to oppose him. So I let this rape happen to me as well. With the thought of revenge, even though my mind told me I wouldn't get there. Because those guys certainly wouldn't let me live!
Assyboy:
Meanwhile, I was romping about in her ass. But somehow I felt a shame that it didn't offer as much resistance as the first time. Until an idea occurred to me!
"Hey boss, how about a sandwich? You're probably hungry again, and those sweethearts' holes are already so stretched out that we'll need two of us to stuff them to even feel anything!"
The man in question didn't have to think long. Just watching me ravage our prisoner's asshole again had given him a hard-on. It was waiting in his pants to be released once more and rammed into Noelle's cunt. So he opened the trunk of the Dodge, took out a blanket covered in dark stains, and spread it on the workshop floor. Then he took off his jeans and underwear and lay on his back on the floor, his now hard cock sticking straight up.
Meanwhile, I pulled my monster out of Noelle's ass. Grease, slime, and blood covered the thickly veined cock. But that didn't bother me. I pulled Noelle off the hood of the car, lifted her effortlessly, and then placed her on my boss so that he could spread her thighs and then plunge his large cock into her pussy.
Her own weight alone was enough for the hard cock to burrow deep inside her. And shortly after, my cock was burrowed into her ass again.
We two monsters quickly found our rhythm. Sometimes we burrowed our cocks into Noelle's pussy at the same time. Then we alternated, each thrust harder and going deeper inside her. Until something tore again in both her pussy and her intestines, and we felt blood running down her thighs onto the Conquistador. This spurred him on even more, and he thrust even harder, while I spread the red cum running from her ass with my hands on her buttocks and back.
Noelle:
I felt like I was about to faint. I lay heavily on the stomach of the man beneath me, barely feeling the thrusts emanating from both of them.
And then, apparently, it was over. First, the elephant's cock was pulled out of my ass, then the Conquistador simply pushed me away, so I rolled off him onto the blanket. And left new, dark red stains there.
"She's finished. We can't do anything with her anymore!" I faintly heard the leader's voice.
"Looks like it. Too bad, actually. But it's about time we went home; our boys are probably missing us by now!" Assyboy replied. "But first, let's finish her off completely!"
Assyboy looked around the workshop. And found a rusty, thick triangular steel bar, which he picked up from the floor. Then he bent down and rammed the depraved thing deep into my ass. Deeper than his cock had ever been inside me.
"Oh... Oh... now she looks like... a... a... fun... fun... suckling pig!" I heard the fat sow stammer, drooling. He had been standing next to the scene the whole time with his pants open, trying to get his little cock hard again.
Noelle
I could feel something deep inside me tearing apart again. But I lacked the strength for another scream; I could only whimper softly and weakly. But even these sounds died down when the conquistador grabbed a wooden chair and effortlessly broke off one of the tapered legs. He took it in his right hand, turned me onto my back, pushed my thighs apart with his feet, bent down towards me as well, and rammed the chair leg almost all the way into my cunt! But not with the thin end first, but with the thick, splintered end! Immediately, a gush of blood shot from my mouth and completely soiled the ceiling.
Assyboy:
"She's had enough! Time to dispose of her. Shall we drive her back to the place where we snatched her? Of course, we'll leave the "shish kebab skewers" in her, because any cops who find and examine her will probably vomit their guts out at the sight of her!" I asked my boss with a grin.
Porky:
"St... Sto... Stop, no... not yet!" I protested.
"What's next?" the gang boss answered angrily.
"I... I... I need no... no... another... souvenir." I stammered, went to the workbench and picked up an empty can of tin that was lying there. Then I took a bottle of clear liquid from the tool cabinet and poured it into the jar.
Meanwhile, the Conquistador had lit another cigar, and to celebrate, Assyboy also got one. Both of them puffed on their cigars with relish while they watched me intently as I watched what I was doing.
First, I placed the jar on the floor next to Noelle, who was still lying on her back and showing no signs of life. Then I grabbed one of the shards of the whiskey bottle lying around on the floor. I sat on her blood-stained stomach. I reached for her left breast, took the flaccid nipple between my hands, and pulled it upwards so that the nipple and areola, complete with areola, were clearly visible. Then, with careful aim, I cut the brown nipple from her body and threw it into the adjacent jar. Then I repeated the procedure on her right breast, not before sinking my teeth so deeply into that breast that blood ran down Noelle there as well. Then I stood up and triumphantly showed my comrades my loot.
Assyboy:
At the sight of the blood flowing from both breasts, another thought occurred to me. I took a deep drag on the cigar and then pressed the glowing tip against the two holes where Noelle's nipples had once been. The smell of burnt flesh immediately spread through the workshop.
While Noelle had barely felt Porky's cuts, she still felt the additional burns I inflicted. Coughing, a bloody scream escaped her mouth, but it didn't last long.
"Are you finally done, Porky?" El Conquistador asked his buddy Porky.
Porky:
But I just shook my head. My two friends had left two clearly visible signs of Noelle's rape for the police. And I didn't want to be left behind and leave a mark that would clearly show the cruelties the three of us had inflicted on Noelle.
And so, with the bloody piece of glass still in my hand, I knelt between Noelle's open thighs, searched for and found her clitoris. And cut that off with the sharp shard. However, I didn't throw it into the jar where I had previously thrown my trophies. No, I had something much worse in mind!
With the last of her life force, Noelle felt me – now completely effortlessly – part her lips and stuff my own clitoris into her mouth. I then sealed it with tape so that nothing would get lost on the way to the park, as I noted – mocking her one last time. Then everything finally went black around Noelle...
The rest is quickly told. The three guys wrapped Noelle's body in the blanket and shoved it into the trunk of the Dodge. They drove to the park where they had kidnapped Noelle. There, they cautiously approached the crime scene, which had been cordoned off with crime scene tape by crime scene investigators. But since it was already evening, there was no police officer in sight. They hadn't even left a guard behind, so it was easy for the three of them to throw Noelle's body onto the ground amidst the tape and then drape it so that the rusty iron rod in Noelle's ass and the chair leg in her pussy would immediately catch the eye of anyone who discovered the body. Only what was behind the tape would be discovered upon closer inspection.
Then the gang drove back to their headquarters, where the Conquistador's men had been wondering where the three were the whole time. Well, they were to find out over whiskey and beer, which quickly and in large quantities circulate. Each of the three told a different version of their crimes. After all, each had been the best and meanest rapist. Only the end was the same for all of them: a pile of garbage dumped in the park.
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Re: Kidnapped and thrown away - Rashomon's Legacy
I fixed a formatting issue that had everything bold for you.
There were a lot of issues with pronouns and some clunky areas. As an example, Noelle would say "her" instead of "me." But, I think once the contest is over you can polish it a little bit. Ignoring the clunkiness and pronoun issues, it's quite an intense story. A bit too violent towards the end for my taste though, but that's just me.
There were a lot of issues with pronouns and some clunky areas. As an example, Noelle would say "her" instead of "me." But, I think once the contest is over you can polish it a little bit. Ignoring the clunkiness and pronoun issues, it's quite an intense story. A bit too violent towards the end for my taste though, but that's just me.
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Re: Kidnapped and thrown away - Rashomon's Legacy
Not really my cup of tea, I think there is a very exciting story in there, but I got lost in the many jumps in view point. Also the mutilation at the end, was a downer for me.
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Re: Kidnapped and thrown away - Rashomon's Legacy
@Shocker
The thing with the change of perspective is a tricky one.
The story was originally written in German and only from Noelle's perspective. Then the new contest came along, which was supposed to include "Rashomon" perspectives. That put me in a dilemma. Either post the original story only in the regular forum, or rewrite it so that it at least somewhat fits "Rashomon." What you're reading now is an attempt to rewrite it.
As for the ending of the story: this isn't the end of the story; there will be a sequel. I'll be in the hospital for a week soon, so I hope to be able to write it there. With one or two surprises...
And when the contest is over, I'll publish the first part as a "German" story and without the change of perspective. Maybe it'll read better then.
Best regards, and thanks for your comment.
The thing with the change of perspective is a tricky one.
The story was originally written in German and only from Noelle's perspective. Then the new contest came along, which was supposed to include "Rashomon" perspectives. That put me in a dilemma. Either post the original story only in the regular forum, or rewrite it so that it at least somewhat fits "Rashomon." What you're reading now is an attempt to rewrite it.
As for the ending of the story: this isn't the end of the story; there will be a sequel. I'll be in the hospital for a week soon, so I hope to be able to write it there. With one or two surprises...
And when the contest is over, I'll publish the first part as a "German" story and without the change of perspective. Maybe it'll read better then.
Best regards, and thanks for your comment.