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True Grit 2

Once again: Mattie Ross, NC-17, PwP BDSM underage rapefic. Guest starring Laura Ingalls!

THIS ONE IS WORSE THAN THE LAST ONE.

You have been warned.

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Cunt woke up to the sound of her closet door opening.

The light from outside her home nearly blinded her, though it was only comfortable dinner lighting, candles and fireplace; for longer than she could keep track of, they had left her with none but what came through the crack under the door, and through the flap when her dinner was delivered.

So she could “age like good whiskey”, they had said when they put her in- since then, not a word was spoken to her, and the door was only opened to empty her bucket when it stank.

Already her body had been abused longer, harder, and in more ways than she would have thought possible. They had penetrated her in all ways, all at once; her nipples, and then her labia had been pierced, while men laughed at her screams; she had been whipped all over, with special attention to her tenderest places, and left with her wrists tied to the ceiling all night; she had taken them deep in her throat and not been let up for air except on their whim. Whenever she passed out, they whipped her until she woke up.

They had once held a party  at which there were three dozen present, and given her nothing to eat or drink all that day but seed- there had been other girls, being used for pleasure, but that night Mattie was only used for pain, and a receptacle for every drop that would have gone to the others had they not enjoyed degrading her so. The other girls were nameless, insulted interchangeably- but she, ‘Cunt’, as was now tattooed across her forehead, was set aside for the worst.

Now her mind, too, felt the violation. The endless, unmeasured loneliness had warped her until she began longing to be taken out and used, even for pain, if only to feel alive. She could hear them most nights, and hear the girls screaming- and she envied them more the louder they screamed. Her wrists were shackled to her neck, with just too little slack to touch herself. The one time they heard her trying to use her dish to rub against herself, she was beaten beyond even their enjoyment. The same when she was heard talking to herself.

She eventually slipped into a trance that knew no wake or sleep, except when her dinner was given, her bucket emptied, or when she listened to the sounds of the girls and tried to imagine what they felt from the sounds.

Now the door opened! She squinted up into the light, trying to see the face of the man who had opened her door. “Well, Cunt, let’s see how you’re coming along”, he said. He took out his penis and laid it across her face. She was amazed at her own joy, to be spoken to again, touched, offered something to do; she was ecstatic to again feel the warmth and weight of flesh on her face- the smell brought back memories that her isolation had turned almost fond by comparison: memories of light, and feeling, and knowing more than the corpse-like existence that had been hers now for… Months?

She was dimly aware that she might be expected to do something- but she simply sat there, savoring the experience of the penis on her face, sweeping away all the crazed, half-formed thoughts that had tormented her in her tomb. She rubbed her face against it slightly, unbelievably grateful and drinking in the contact with the world beyond her closet.

“I think she’s ready!” he called over his shoulder. Another man came up behind him. “You didn’t leave her in TOO long, did you?” he asked, looking at her with her head back, eyes closed, barely moving. She heard, but felt no desire to respond. She was nearly overwhelmed by the mere feeling of ever so slightly nuzzling the cock draped over her.

“Hey, Cunt!” he said, “Can you understand me?” She gazed at him for a second, searching her brain for a response.

“Yes, sir.”

“You happy to be out of your hole again?” “Yes, sir”, she said, voice trembling, and tentatively running her tongue up his shaft. He slapped her. “You were fine before! Don’t do anything until you’re told.” “Yes, sir”, she said hoarsely, and again sat still, except for leaning her face back to feel more contact as he draped himself across it again.

“See?” he said to the other. “If anything, we could have left her a bit longer!” She shuddered slightly hearing this. “I don’t care if she still knows how to talk”, said the other. “My question is, does she still know how to scream?” By way of answer, he grabbed and yanked the string tying her nipple piercings to each other and her labia. “Aah! Aaahh! AAAH!” she cried as he increased the tension, demonstrating to the other that she could still be affected by pain after so much time with worse, less tangible tortures.

“Take her out back and scrub her down”, he said, turning to the other main attraction of the night. Mattie stole a glance as she was led harshly along by her string, crawling as fast as she could; A girl around her own age, though she could only estimate it now- somewhat skinnier, light brown hair in pigtails; she had not yet been pierced. She lay against the wall in a position Mattie had never been quite flexible enough for, legs spread all the way back behind her shoulders, hands tied behind her back to hold them there. Her eyes held a look now familiar: nearly blank, with an underlying panic that had gone on so long that it was ordinary.

Laura watched her go, wondering how long she had been confined for- the thought sent chills down her spine. “You better put on a good show tonight”, she was told, “or you’ll know exactly how she feels. Now, let’s get you warmed up!” as the whip slashed across her breasts, and between her helpless legs, Laura screamed and moaned with even more than the pain demanded.

Fifteen minutes later, Cunt was led back in, dry but still shivering from the cold outside. Laura had a smattering of clothespins running in two rows, down each breast to the labia. The rows were broken where they had already been whipped off. Mattie shivered even more, in anticipation, listening to the other girl’s screams as the torture continued.

“Almost done here, Jeb”, the man said as he finished with a series of violent sweeping blows. He untied Laura, still moaning slightly in the aftermath, and set her kneeling in front of the couch, next to Mattie, whose hands were being unshackled. Then he and the other sat down in front of them.

“We’re gonna’ have a little trial”, he announced, “to see if Cunt here has learned anything in her closet. The winner will decide the loser’s punishment. Now come over here and get your mouths ready!”

They approached, and the men took out their cocks. Mattie nuzzled hers slightly. Laura licked her lips. “Go!”

Laura immediately dove in and began bobbing her head as quickly as she could, but her rival began by running her tongue up the length from the base, and then plunged deep, moving from the very base to the very tip with slow but powerful strokes.

Laura glanced sideways and felt a twinge of fear- the girl she knew only as Cunt was pushing past her gag reflex as though it was nothing; but moreover, and this really scared her, she seemed not in the least bit worried. She seemed to actually be enjoying it, wholeheartedly using every flourish, and Laura had some inkling that Cunt had not been like that before the closet.

It was as if she had lost all hope, and with it all fear, and all idea that anything in the world could be better than sucking this cock, right now. Laura was terrified that if she lost to this girl who had been so thoroughly broken, they would decide to break her too. She sucked harder, and tried to move faster, but she still knew that fear was no motivator compared to enjoyment- and every time her breath was stopped for a second by the cock hitting her throat, her instinct screamed to pull off and run away…

Mattie’s mind was blank but for sensations- and she loved every one of them. She didn’t think about what she was doing until she did it, she had ideas and immediately went through with them. She swirled her tongue around the tip before plunging all the way to the base and holding there, moving her head slightly side to side- then she pulled off to take a breath, ran the tip of her tongue down and back up the length, and began pumping her head up and down with wild abandon.

She cared about nothing, accepted it all with strange curiosity- the lack of breath when she went deep, the strange light-headedness of staying there- nothing could scare her after the long dark. She didn’t even care whether she won or lost, or whether they were pleased with her; she kept moving, eagerly, towards whatever lay in store next, whether a shot in her mouth, a punishment, both… She still tried to please, but only because that was the only game to play. And next to the terror of not playing, losing was nothing to her.

She bit, lightly, playfully, just for a second, and kept going. “You little bitch!” Jeb said, slapping her, but not necessarily displeased… “Did you do that on purpose?” “Mm-hmm…” she said around his cock.

“What?” asked the other. “She’s playin’ with me!” Jeb replied, grabbing her hair, shoving her head down to the base and holding it there. “I don’t know what she’s on about! I don’t know if I should whip her for it or call her the best damn whore we ever had!” “Well, puttin’ her in there so long was a new idea, and we got new results. I’d rather not know what my whore’s doin’ than have her doin’ the same old thing like she just wants it over with. Like this bitch here!” he added pointedly in Laura’s direction. She immediately started moving faster as if she had been pinched. “See? All she knows or cares to do is move faster, and do exactly what she’s told. She just wants to be good enough, not actually good!” “Are you not close, then?” Jeb asked, “‘Cause I’m pretty close, if you want t’just call it…” “Sure. Go ahead an’ finish however you like, and let’s see what Cunt can think of for this bitch here, based on her own experience… That doesn’t mean you can stop!” he said, slapping Laura. She kept going with a terror in her eyes and tears rolling down her face- she had failed. Now all that was left to her was to see what they intended to do.

Jeb pulled Mattie off his cock and stood up. “Alright, Cunt, turn’round, face down, ass up!” She gasped a little when he thrust into her anus- the first man to enter her since the unmeasured time in the closet- but it took him only a minute of thrusting to spill his warmth inside her. She almost wished it had gone on longer- for a second she didn’t quite know what to do- then she heard it. “Stand up, Cunt.”

Hesitantly, she did- normally she was only asked to stand if her hands were to be tied to the ceiling, so that she could be whipped from all sides- but something in the tone was different.

“Cunt”, he said, “you have been punished more ways than any other bitch that has seen this house. Now you’re going to be given a privilege, that we have never given to another whore like yourself, to celebrate your release from the closet and your victory over THIS pitiful slut… You are going to get to punish another. Are you excited?”

Mattie looked at her opponent, still pumping her head up and down, tears running down her face; she felt pity for her- but she could no longer sympathize. No matter how much she had suffered, she had come to enjoy it. Whatever empathy she had for the girl would only make it sweeter.

“Yes, sir.”

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Posted by on March 4, 2017 in True Grit

 

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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (drabbles)

contains: lesbian, straight, futa, bukkake

characters: Jevee Ceeta, Edward Bunnigus, Breya Andreysan

Night 3

Warm cum jetted from the cock in front of her, laying a line of semen from the back of her tongue to her chin. The taste was now familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. The next one shot a glob neatly across the bridge of her nose, then onto her forehead. She kept her mouth submissively open, inviting more cum into it. She bared her body to the rain of cum. Warm splashes landed on her breasts, around her cunt, and ran down her face into her eyes. The men cheered as she licked their cum off her body, swallowing it.

Night 4 (1/2)

She wrapped her hand around the dark skin and pulled it down, exposing the head, then back up, and down again at three steady strokes a second. Bunnigus squirmed, toes curling, trying to make her stroke faster. Ceeta continued, gradually bringing her there. A male scent tickled her nostrils. Bunnigus pulled her closer, and she touched her tongue to the side of the head, pulling the foreskin over them both with her upstrokes. Bunnigus’ load jetted straight up from the enormous cock, coming down onto Ceeta’s face. Her tongue still under the foreskin, she and sucked out what more was left.

Night 4 (2/2)

Her purple breasts pressed against the huge dark ones above her, the combined bosoms pressed forward almost enough to smother her. The soft female flesh rippled with each heavy thrust rocking their bodies. It smelled as distinctly feminine as the penis inside her had smelt masculine. The doctor gripped her shoulders like a chin-up bar, and Ceeta wrapped legs around her, resting her feet above round, muscular buttocks, adding her own strength to the powerful thrusts into her ass. Ceeta’s muscles tightly gripped her lover, thrusting all the stronger to widen her tightness. Bunnigus tensed, and found relief inside her.

Night 5

Breya Andreysan definitely had a fetish for this. Ceeta’s face ran slick with her juices, and her mouth was full of the taste. She had a unique view of Breya, standing directly above her face and fucking herself with a dildo, letting her fluid fall freely down. Ceeta lay on the floor, legs spread wide and finger-fucking herself for Breya’s enjoyment. Her hair was undone, and now slick. She still wore her robe-like prisoners’ garment, and Breya had simply unzipped her jumpsuit. She fondled a breast and waited, mouth open, for Breya to cum and sate her fetish another night.

 
 

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Schlock Mercenary: The Price of Freedom (Night 2)

Series: Schlock Mercenary

Characters: “Elf” Foxworthy, Breya Andreysan, Michelle Diego-Garcia, Jevee Ceeta

Contains: femslash, lesbian gangbang

Rating: NC-17

This was an opportunity that was not to be missed… an opportunity to take the woman who had betrayed them all at Zoojack… and degrade her completely. The room had been outfitted with… a variety of equipment, freshly fabbed for the occasion. ‘Chelle had brought an enormous dildo, hoping to sodomize her with it. Elf had even gotten a new pair of legs for the occasion. The terapedo appeared out of thin air, the object of their sadistic lust in tow. Jevee Ceeta wore a blindfold, a pair of sound-distorting earplugs, and now a gag. She was otherwise completely naked, purple nipples perking in the air.

Elf stepped forward, mouth dry, and locked a pair of handcuffs around Ceeta’s wrists, behind her back. She reached out, and spanked her once experimentally. Ceeta flinched and yelped, a mark of deeper purple in the shape of a hand slowly fading from her buttock. Breya grabbed a crop from one wall, walked quietly around to Ceeta’s other side, and lashed out at her breast. She screamed again and started backing up- ‘Chelle grabbed a whip and lashed it across her crotch, smiling at yet more screams.

“‘Chelle, can I see that for a minute?”

said Elf, taking the whip from her,

“Now you hold her down- I want to try something.” Elf stroked the whip- it was six strips of leather, each a little over three feet long. She looked down at the purple woman on the floor before her. Elf lashed the whip brutally across Ceeta’s vagina. She screamed again, more loudly than before, closing her legs and turning, trying to shield her pussy.

“Breya, ‘Chelle, would you mind spreading her legs?”

Elf asked with a sadistic smile. The two women pried Ceeta’s legs apart, baring her pussy once more. Ceeta screamed and struggled, trying to avoid the lash. Elf looked down at her, and stroked the whip again.

“This”, she said, raising it over her head, “is for betraying us to Xinchub.”

She brought down the whip again. Ceeta screamed in pain, her sensitive flesh stinging in protest. Silently, Breya got up and took the whip from Elf, who took Breya’s place and pried Ceeta’s legs back open.

“This is for Jaksmouth”,

she said, and brought the whip down again. The whip made a sinister swish…snack! as it lashed the tender purple flesh between Ceeta’s legs. Breya lashed again, the whip scoring Ceeta’s delicate clit. Ceeta was wailing and writhing as Breya swung the whip brutally down. Her vagina seared with pain, her clit felt like it was bleeding. Five strong strokes, and Breya stopped to relax her arm. ‘Chelle leaned over and licked at Ceeta’s clit, amused at Ceeta’s disproportionate moaning and arching in pleasure enhanced by the pain.

“Ensign Garcia”,

said Breya suddenly,

“I understand you brought something special?”

‘Chelle walked over to the other end of the room, and returned with a strap-on harness and a twelve-inch dildo. Breya admired it for a minute.

“Would you do the honors?”

she said, handing it to Elf. “Mmph?” Breya lashed the whip across Ceeta’s nethers again, listening to the sounds of pain with something approaching delight.

“You’ll find out, if you’re patient.”

Elf donned the harness, marvelling at the size and weight of the dildo. Breya was standing up, Ceeta kneeling behind her, and shoving her pussy into the woman’s face. ‘Chelle was finger-fucking Ceeta as she lapped at Breya. Elf grabbed a tube of lubricant and started to apply it to her new equipment. ‘Chelle laid down on a table and let Ceeta’s mouth eat her out. Elf moved over behind Ceeta, lifted her hips up, and with a grunt more of dominance than lust she thrust into her ass. Her anus clung to the enormous dildo, pumping and twisting around inside her, with the sound of slapping flesh. It was very well lubed, allowing Elf to thrust hard as they rutted. ‘Chelle pulled Ceeta’s mouth back over to her pussy and encouraged her to continue. Her clit was very large, and stuck out, perky while Ceeta paid homage to her pussy. Ceeta serviced the vagina before her as well as she could. The dildo slid in and out her at an uncomfortable rate, straightening out her twisting passage as Elf’s hips slammed into her rump, then pulling out just as quickly, pulling her even tighter with the suction. ‘Chelle grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her away from her dripping cunt.

“You wanna keep going? You enjoying it? I’m not done yet.”

She guided Ceeta’s mouth onto her protruding clit. “Suck on that.”

Ceeta closed her lips around the clit and sucked, her body shaken by Elf rutting her ass.

“Come on”, she said, “move your head more. Like it’s a little cock.”

She grabbed a handful of hair and started forcibly moving Ceeta’s head up and down, her mouth tugging on the clit and her chin rubbing on ‘Chelle’s wet pussy. Breya slipped underneath Ceeta and watched her unused, battered pussy dripping onto the floor, begging to get fucked. She held out a hand and felt the heat coming off the desperate hole, and the wetness dripping from it. Breya tasted it and listened to her moaning as she sucked on ‘Chelle and opened and closed for Elf. She reached out and spread Ceeta’s legs apart. Ceeta lowered slightly, and Elf adjusted her angle further upwards, still fucking her. Breya lashed out another stinging slap on the abused, dripping pussy above her, and Ceeta’s legs buckled while Elf held her in the air with the sheer force of her fucking. Ceeta was sore from Elf’s repeated slamming into her the dildo still opened her ass wider than it should and thrust in and out, and she let out a pained cry when Breya pulled her legs apart and spanked her needy, swollen flesh again and again. ‘Chelle ground into her face. She was entirely held up by her bust, pressed against the table and drenched in woman, and the enormous rubber dick she clung to as it thrust and bent in and out of her ass. Breya, beneath her, beat her pussy like tenderizing a steak, then curled three fingers inside of her and pulled while she slapped the clit. Breya sucked on the clit above her, tugging it with her teeth, and tried to push Ceeta’s pussy as far open as it would go with her fingers. Juice dripped out of the gaping hole, and Breya rubbed her own clit furiously.

“Open wide”,

said ‘Chelle, and let loose her cum. She squirted all over Ceeta’s face and some on her back, shining on the purple skin and accentuating the shoulderblades and gentle curves as they jolted wiht the shock of Elf’s thrusts. Elf ran her tongue up Ceeta’s back, tasting the fluid and continuing to grind her cock into their fucktoy’s ass. ‘Chelle leaned over and kissed her over the shining purple skin, and fancied she could taste her glory on Elf’s tongue. Ceeta yelled and writhed beneath them.

“Ahhh! Yaahh! It hurts! Aaiih!”

With a look of triumph, Breya shoved her elbow, plugging Ceeta’s pussy with her fist.

“Got it!”, she said with a satisfied look. “How do you like it?”

“It hurts!! Aah! Please!”

“Please what?”, said Breya, and started to move it slowly back and forth.

“Please!” she screamed, “Stop!”

She lifted one leg off the ground trying to spread wider. Elf and ‘Chelle had both stopped what they were doing to watch her face. Elf looked back at Ceeta’s leg lifting higher and higher, and listened to her pained screams, and drove her cock back all the way into Ceeta, to the hilt. Ceeta screamed again, and Breya pulled her fist back out, Releasing a flood of cum to spill on the floor. Breya shoved her hand into Ceeta’s face.

“Clean it off”, she said, “Get a big, long taste of yourself. And clean up what’s on the floor, while you’re at it.”

Elf carefully unbuckled the harness, but left it plugging Ceeta’s asshole.

“So what do you want to do with her now?”

she asked, turning to ‘Chelle. They watched her lapping up her cum from the floor while Breya jerked off.

“Well,” she replied, “I had been wanting to use that dildo on her myself. You pretty much broke her in already, though.”

“I need to get off. That thing didn’t have anything for my end.”

Breya squirted on part of the floor that Ceeta had already cleaned, and made her clean up again. She was probably getting way too much pleasure from it to be healthy.

“Here’s one you might want to try using.”

‘Chelle handed Elf another strap-on, this one just seven inches long, but with an equally long extra for the wearer. She switched it on, and it vibrated.

“Try getting off with that.”

She grabbed a remote control bullet vibrator for herself.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get my turn”,

she said, and got up. Elf started putting on her own. ‘Chelle stuck the egg-sized bullet into the strap-on harness, and buckled it on. The dildo was still lubed up and stuck in Ceeta’s ass. ‘Chelle’s first slam drove her from hands and knees to lying on her stomach. She continued to slam into the bitch with similar force, grinding her into the floor. Ceeta grunted with each slam, her chest pressed to the floor, her ass stretched around her cock. ‘Chelle refastened her gag, and kept pounding.

“Come on bitch, scream!” she shouted, plunging into her ass to the hilt again. “Tell me you like it! Yeah, you do like it, don’t you? You gonna cum? I bet I can make you cum again by fucking your ass!”

The vibrator buzzed in Elf’s pussy. She clenched around it irregularly while she jerked off the other head. It worked really well. She watched ‘Chelle fucking and imagined she was a guy, jerking off. Breya was also wanking while she watched, her back was turned to Elf. She got up, crept up behind Breya…

“Guess who?”

Elf plunged into her pussy, moving the vibrator inside her. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Elf, what? Stop… Ah! Cut it-”

Elf put one hand under each of Breya’s legs and lifted her into the air, still thrusting into her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and tickled Breya’s ear with it, feeling her walls cling to the dildo. Breya arched her back against Elf and watched ‘Chelle, who had now flipped Ceeta over onto her back and lifted her hips off the floor and was pounding her ass from that postition. Elf lifted Breya off her dick and turned her around, then resumed fucking her. Breya wrapped her legs around the staturesque blonde and danced tongues with her, still watching Ceeta and ‘Chelle out of the corner of their eyes. As they watched, ‘Chelle tensed up and dripped through the harness, then continued pounding with just as much force. Elf reached down and rubbed Breya while she fucked her, with a smooth wave of her waist taking her in and out and then repeating. She lifted her hand, dripping with juices, and they both licked at it. Breya clung to her, arms and legs wrapped around Elf, clenching, about to cum, she tried to hold it back and let Elf cum first- Breya exhaled and released her orgasm explosively around the dildo. Elf lay her down on the table and mounted on top of her, tired of supporting their combined weight, but not stopping her fluid thrusting through Breya’s clinging hole. The dildo buzzed inside them both.

“Gonna cum, Breya”, Elf said, “Face or tits?”

“What?”

“Face it is then.”

Elf pulled out and made an exaggerated moan, pointing the dildo at Breya’s face and cumming inside the harness. She smiled. They heard a loud moan, and looked over a ‘Chelle and Ceeta.

“No, you can’t cum yet. Don’t even think about it.” ‘Chelle was thrusting into Ceeta’s ass still, this time Ceeta kneeling on a table and ‘Chelle standing behind and ramming her. Ceeta moaned loudly and plaintively through her gag.

“Tell you what”, she said, “If you really want to cum from being fucked in the ass, I might be willing to make a deal with you.” She kept fucking her ass, and almost, but not quite touched her pussy.

“I’ll let you cum, but on one condition- after that, you get another pussy-whipping. Twenty, deal?” She moaned again.

‘Chelle gave her a loud slap on the pussy and smiled at the yelp. “If you agree, all you have to do is cum.” ‘Chelle touched her pussy lightly while her ass clenched. Ceeta moaned frantically. “What’s that? Can’t quite make that out.” ‘Chelle rubbed Ceeta’s pussy in earnest, kneading her lips and rubbing her clit. Her juice was forming a small puddle on the table.

“You gonna cum, slut? Go ahead. Come on. You know you like it. You know you’re enjoying this. Just let go.”

Ceeta moaned and arched her back, squirting on the table. “Good girl.” ‘Chelle pulled out of her ass. It gaped, unplugged again, the muscles loosened almost to the point of being unable to close. ‘Chelle grabbed Ceeta’s foot, and tied it to one corner of the table, then the other foot, and the hands, so that she was tied, legs spread wide to the table. She retrieved the whip, and ran it lightly over the bared pussy. Ceeta immediately began to struggle and whine through the ballgag. ‘Chelle smirked.

“Come on, you chose this. You took the deal, not me.” Ceeta made frantic noises.

“You can’t just take on credit and then never pay, you know. Don’t try to avoid this.” She raised the whip over her head, and brought it down on Ceeta’s pussy again. One. She cried out through the gag. Elf watched with interest while Breya nibbled at her pussy. ‘Chelle brought it down three more times, with heavy, sharp blows, happily watching her prisoner writhe. Four.

“Starting to regret your moment of indulgence?” ‘Chelle striped her purple crotch twice more. Six. She whipped another two times, and saw a speck of blood appear on the tender purple flesh. “Yeah, I bet you are.” Another three lashes, and another speck appeared. Eleven. ‘Chelle lapped at the raw pussy, soothing it with her tongue and sucking on it. Then she dealt out another four. Fifteen. The vibrator’s buzzing finally sent her back over the edge, and she came, rivers flowing down her legs, muscles tensing, then relaxed and dealt another. Sixteen.

“You’re looking really raw there”, ‘Chelle said, giving her another lick. “How much does it hurt?” Ceeta moaned and arched against the ropes, leaking more from her crotch. “Tell me how much it hurts. Maybe I’ll just stop here.” She moaned, more in compliance than actual hope. “Just that much? How about… Now.” Another brutal lash. She screamed against the gag held in her teeth, face in an expression of burning pain, and panted and whimpered. “And now?” another, and an even louder scream. ‘Chelle pinched and twisted the purple nipples, drawing out the scream even further. “That’s not good enough. You’re not really letting loose. You’re just pretending. Keep that up and you’ll get extra.” She whipped again the raw and lightly bleeding flesh, listened to the scream a minute, then lashed it a final time. She climbed atop the table, straddling Ceeta’s face, and came into her mouth.

Deciding they were done with her, they sent Ceeta back down to her cell and retired to their respective rooms. Night the second finished.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2012 in Schlock Mercenary, Uncategorized

 

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True Grit: That letter at the beginning had a point

Title: That letter at the beginning had a point

Series: True Grit

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mattie Ross/Unknown

Contains: underage, non-con, gangbang, BDSM
Warning: I will not answer to the comments of annoying loudmouths who may be offended. If you’re looking for compliance with social mores, a porn-fic blog is the wrong place.
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Mattie Ross looked about her, but could see nothing. Presently, she realized that this was because of a broad strip of leather tied across her eyes. It was clear that it was designed with this purpose in mind, because it fit the contours of her face so well. If there was light in the room, it made no difference. It was as though she had been rendered blind. She could not speak, because her mouth was full of a piece of wood bound by another piece of leather about her head. It was rather like the bit of a horse, she thought. About her neck was a length of rope that scratched unpleasantly. Her hands were handcuffed together behind her back. Further investigation led Mattie to discover that she was on a hardwood floor, and the length of rope around her neck was tied about two feet from her neck to the back of a simple wooden chair. This chair was by a small table at which a number of people were eating. She could hear the sound of forks on plates. And she was naked, barefoot, and completely exposed.

Mattie tried to speak, testing the new limits of her communication. The sound that came out was an “mmmmm?”. The voice was fearful, questioning. Mattie’s head moved about from place to place, as one does when one has to rely on their hearing. A hand cuffed her on the head sharply, and a voice said “Shut up.”

Mattie quieted down immediately, and listened to the sounds of eating. Obviously she was in the hands of outlaws, in their base most likely. There was a good chance they were going to hold her for ransom- and there was a chance that they would have their way with her as well. If they were going to… Have their way with me, thought Mattie, they most likely wouldn’t have stopped for dinner first. They’re probably just trying to scare me. Mattie took comfort in this fact until it was proven wrong. One by one, the uncertain number of men at the table finished eating and left the table. While two or three of the others were still just finishing up, one of the men walked around the table to Mattie and loosened her gag, removing the bit from her mouth. “Sir”, she began, but was immediately unable to speak once more as the man grabbed her by the pigtails and shoved something else into her mouth- she realized what it was when it began thrusting in and out at an alarming rate. “Mmmmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmmm!”. “No teeth!” commanded a harsh voice, and she received a slap on the cheek. Mattie forgot any possibility of biting. The man shoved as far down Mattie’s throat as he could, his balls hit her chin, she gagged hard on his penis and he shot down her throat without the need for her to swallow. As he pulled out, Mattie doubled over, choking and coughing, until he put the gag back in.

The last sounds of eating had at this point stopped, and Mattie heard the men start moving towards the center of the room, away from the table. One of them untied the rope around her neck from the chair and tugged her in the direction they were going. Mattie started to stand up, but a sharp tug brought her down on her stomach; “You crawl, little girl”, he said, “And you keep up!” He started walking in the same direction, pulling the rope behind him. Mattie wriggled along frantically on her chest and knees, trying to keep from being dragged behind him by her neck.
She would writhe along on her stomach, manage to get up on her knees, and then fall on her face by a sharp tug on the rope. 25 feet later she fell flat on her face in the middle of the sitting room rug, where she allowed herself a small sob before clamping down on her emotions once more. Cushioned chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around the edge of the rug she lay on- she could hear the men watching her, shifting their weight as they sat.
Stepping up behind her someone removed Mattie’s gag once more. “Where am I?” she asked, reflexively turning her head to face him as though she could make eye contact. “That’s none of your concern.” said a voice. Mattie hesitated, uncertainly, then asked, “What are you going to do to me?” Her mouth was dry as she heard the voice saying “Now we get to the heart of the matter.” Her gag was shoved back in and harsh laughter came from some of the group. A hand reached out and touched Mattie’s anus. She jumped and kicked out with a foot, satisfied to feel it connect, even though it had little effect. The man grabbed her kicking foot and the back of her head, and dragging her over to the nearby fireplace shoved her forcefully into the wall of heat. “Mmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmm! Mmmmm! MMMmm!” she could feel the heat from the flames scarcely a foot away from her young breasts, and it terrified her. “Under which circumstances will you scream more?” The man asked, holding Mattie uncomfortably close to the flames. “Make all the noise you want, struggle all you want, but if you manage to hurt anyone at all there will be consequences.” More harsh laughter came from the group. He shoved Mattie bodily back into the center of the circle and forcibly spread her legs and mounted her. Mattie whimpered slightly in fear, then cried out in pain as a man thrust into her for the first time. More harsh laughter came from those watching, but she hardly heard it. All she heard was her own screaming until he finally came, depositing his seed inside her. Mattie whimpered. She felt a hand begin smearing something over her anus and squirmed, but was unable to get away. Mattie was penetrated for the second time, this time in her anus- She had not even considered this possibility, which had not been included when her mother discussed sex with her. The man’s penis moved in and out of her, lubricated by what he had smeared on it, and Mattie cried out once again, this time only too aware of the enjoyment these men got from listening. Suddenly, he pulled out, removed her bit, and shoved himself into her mouth. “Clean me”, he ordered- Mattie moved her head up and down on him, sucking him clean and disgusted with the concept until he released into her mouth. “Swallow”, he said, and pulled out at last when Mattie did so. She lay on the floor and listened to the next man rise from his seat…

 
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Posted by on January 16, 2012 in True Grit, Uncategorized

 

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Buffy/Angel: Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

Picnic Time For Teddy Bears

by chrosmaet

Series: Angel

Pairing: Angelus/Cordelia

Warnings: Rape, Violence, Season 4

Rating: NC-17

Angelus sang softly to himself in his 3-inch barred steel cage. “See them gaily play about/ they love to play and shout/ they haven’t got any cares”… Soon… The incantation completed with a flaring of the candles, and a pale mist rose from the center of the circle. It spiraled around Angelus in his steel cage, lifting him up. “This isn’t over!” he screamed as it infused him, and Angel collapsed on the floor. He slowly got up, struggling to remember what had happened. He was dimly aware of Wesley asking him to sing. Angel sang tunelessly for a couple lines, and a smile lit up Lorne’s face. Apparently his identity was confirmed. He gave out a few orders, and everyone left the room. Everyone but Cordelia. “Come out of that cage.” she said. “It’s safer this way. We don’t know how long this spell may last for, and-” “This way you don’t have to look anyone in the eye. How convenient. You’re not Angelus. You think we don’t get that, but we do.” Cordelia unlocked the locks on the cage. He stepped out, uncertainly. “You are not Angelus.” Angelus grabbed her by the throat roughly. “Wanna bet?”

He swiftly turned off the camera monitoring the room. With any luck, no one would ask which of them had turned it off. Not as though it mattered anymore, with Angelus gone, right? “There”, he said cruelly, his face contorting into the grimace a vampire wears when feeding, “Without that camera, nobody upstairs will be able to hear you down here. I’m sure that we’ll be able to have lots of fun.” He ripped Cordelia’s blouse and bra open at the same time, with one hand still holding her on tip-toes by her neck. “Nipples hard already? You really skip the boring bits, doncha? Of course, I should already have known that from the way you treated the kid that night, huh? I’ll make sure this is a much more entertaining show than that was.” He took one of her nipples between top and bottom fang, and bit just hard enough to draw blood. He sucked upon it eagerly. Cordelia tried to scream, but only succeeded in making a little wheeze. Rather than boosting her adrenaline and bringing help, it only heightened the fear. He shoved her back up against the cage. “Man, was that boring to watch. Can you say ‘Routine Missionary Sex’? Not that that doesn’t suit your philosophy.” He took that same nipple between his teeth again, and bit harder with fierce precision. His fang went right through and came out on the other side. The pain pierced through Cordelia’s body, and she screamed again as only one whose windpipe is constricted by an iron grip can: Quietly, with great effort. The fear shot through her as well, causing all sorts of reactions. “What’s this?” said Angelus, and thrust his hand down her pants. He cupped her sex roughly and lightly at the same time (as one category), feeling the warmth coming off of it- “Well, look at that. You’re getting all- ‘buttery’.” He laughed harshly. Cordelia gazed in horror into that twisted face mocking that of the one she still wasn’t sure if she loved, smelt the blood on his breath, found herself unable to rely on that basest of instincts- the scream- and almost fainted. “Let’s try that again”, he said cruelly, and bit through the other nipple with the speed of a rattlesnake, and this time he didn’t just punch a hole as if he was giving her a piercing, he held on and tugged on the bleeding breast while wickedly playing the tip with his tongue- Cordelia strained to scream, or preferably to get free, with all the strength she had in her, she prayed to whatever benevolent forces might care to help, but the minor ones were all too far away and the major ones had other concerns than just another person in pain and fear or wanted her to build character or something like that, and her mind still burned with a deadly combination of pain, fear, and perverse enjoyment that worked like whitewash on her mind, her hopes, dreams, goals, fears, memories all were obliterated by the animal urge to run away, and Cordelia slumped against the side of the cage. Angelus moved like a perversely malevolent version of a delighted puppy dog from breast to breast, eagerly lapping up the thin stream of blood from each nipple as it trickled down the underside of Cordelia’s breasts. He noticed that she was no longer struggling, and so with his free hand he pinched her nipple as hard as he could. His face lit up with satisfaction as he felt another scream rise in Cordelia’s throat and her body begin to struggle again- “You’ll not get out of it that easily.” “Poor Cordelia”, he said wickedly, and started lightly fingering her through the fabric of her undergarments- “Your relationships just never seem to work out, don’t they? Let’s tally- Breakup, Death, Demon Surrogate, Breakup- and those are just the ones that come to mind the fastest.” He continued fingering her, and quickly lapped up the blood which had begun to trickle. “Let’s see if we can make this one work.” He swiftly pulled her pants off before she could resist, and unzipped his own. Cordelia began to struggle again, but it only heightened his enjoyment and he pulled her panties off, regardless of her kicking, as easily as one would undress a doll, and positioned his hard length at her entrance. “Now”, he said, “I am not one to enter a woman’s most sacred of places without her permission, so I will remove my hand briefly so I can hear your response.” He removed his hand briefly, but immediately replaced it when Cordelia tried to scream. “Very well.” Cordelia muted again, gazed levelly at him. “I will not defile your womb by entering unpermitted.” With a savage grin, he then repositioned his tip to rest lightly on her anus. “Your choice.” He pushed through the rubbery entrance slowly for the first half inch or so, then startled Cordelia by suddenly thrusting roughly and fast. Another scream stifled. He said nothing further- words might spoil the delightful horror he wanted her to feel, but thrust again, beginning an in-and-out rythum that pleased him. He turned Cordelia around to face the cage, allowing him easier access, and began to finger her in earnest with his other hand. He relished the feeling of it, the tight grip- he felt her begin to weaken. “Are you getting close, now? Signify by nodding or shaking your head”. When he got no response, he added, continuing to thrust,”You know those nipples of yours? Pierced is better than none. Nothing further and they may even heal over.” He was met with a hesitant nod. He could feel that this was true- without meaning to, she was pressing slightly against his hand, and wriggling slightly. “Alright”, he said, and then removed his fingering hand. A few more thrusts and he released his own orgasm, spilling into the wrong passage and withdrawing. He released Cordelia, and dropped her to the floor. She looked up at him, hardly daring to provoke him by screaming. “You-” she began, and stopped. He carefully tore her clothing into long strips, suitable for his purpose. “You didn’t-” she said, but quieted when he looked at her. “Nope.” He picked her up and pushed her into the cage. “When you denied me your standard entrance”, he said as he fitted a gag made from her blouse into her mouth, “I assumed you didn’t need to enjoy it.” He grinned maliciously, finished tying her up, and closed the cage door. “I’m headed upstairs for a minute, but I’ll be back down, probably with Fred or Lilah. Maybe both.” He turned and headed upstairs.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Buffy/Angel

 

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