I Never Even Wanted to Come Here...
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,822
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Interrogation
Author's Note: Still just fiction :)
Chapter 3 - "Interrogation."
I was lying on the desk as John stepped away from me, I was trembling and sobbing, and when I tried to close my legs I felt the other two still grasping my ankles tightly. I could hear the men laughing while John talked to them, he must have been recounting his experience to them, and they enjoyed it.
I stared upwards at the cheap white tile cieling, thinking nothing. Thinking pain. The three guards were all staring at my naked, exposed, and vulnerable body and there was nothing I could do. My face was still stinging from the beating I'd sustained earlier and now my whole body was in pain, my breasts ached from being assaulted by the giant guard, my pussy felt torn and abused, my hands were crushed cruelly behind my back.
John whiped himself off on the remains of my clothes which were lying on the floor, and as the men were distracted I quietly rolled over onto my side, to relieve my hands and also to close my embarassingly open legs. Though I knew that I was still naked in front of them, and tied, and subject to their control.
I was afraid to say anything, even though they hadn't gagged my mouth. John came up to me, standing behind me. I was facing the far wall, curled into fetal position on the small desk. As was translated, what he said to me was, "tell us what you stole, you little whore. tell us what you stole and where you hid it. why'd you do it?"
Shakingly I answered. "I didn't steal anything... I swear to God I didn't steal anything."
"It's a sin to lie in God's name," he said, and I felt rough hands grab my legs. I kept repeating, over and over again, that I didn't steal anything and that I didn't know what they were talking about, I said that if they just let me go I wouldn't say anything about this, nothing at all. I whimpered as I felt myself repositioned on the desk. Also, I heard another sinister sound - the tearing of fabric. I realized someone was cutting my shirt and skirt into strips. They were going to tie my ankles...
Chris and Red had my legs now, and I was on my stomach on the desk, my aching sex pressed painfully against one edge, with my legs hanging down, and chin resting uncomfortably on the other. It was a thin desk, and I wondered if it was just for this purpose... how many other young girls had met the same fate as I have? No time to wonder about that. One of the men behind me slapped my ass and I whimpered, John was standing in front of me and I could see that he was already aroused again. And I knew the other men hadn't even had their turns yet. I wondered if I would make it out of the room alive. It didn't seem like it.
I felt my legs strapped to the table-legs with the remains of my skirt, I was bent over the desk with my hands behind my back and no matter how much I tried I couldn't move, couldn't stand up or even try to; I guess my back just wasn't strong enough to right myself. I was caught. I was still begging, please, don't do this, I didn't do anything... I don't know why I thought it would work or they would care. They didn't. They were laughing.
I heard a desk drawer open next to me and then close again, whoever was standing behind me had removed something. The next thing I felt almost stopped my heart. My rapist's hand, covered in cold hateful lube, invading my ass. I knew what was coming. I struggled helplessly and whimpered, but I could sense that he was applying the lubricant to himself and that I had only seconds before...
Contrary to my expectations he did not just ram himself into me. I felt the tip of his shaft resting at my asshole, pushing a little, teasing me, torturing me. I could see John in front of me gazing intently at my face contorted in terror and pain... he motioned for the third man to come around to the front and have a look. Since it was Chris who stepped in front of me, my rapist this time was Red. I could feel him building up a rhythm, pushing in a little farther each time, and I was dying. I whimpered a quiet "no", which must have excited him because within seconds after I'd spoken he droke his full length into me, exacting a scream from my lips in a sound I had never uttered before. He kept punding, kept thrusting into me as I was torn apart. To add to the pain my sex was crushed up against the cruel edge of the table, being bruised and abrased even more than it already was. I was in so much pain and Red fucked my ass with all his strength and grunted horribly.
From my squinted eyes I could see that John and Chris were laughing. I opened my mouth in a silent scream of agony when Red grabbed my hair hard and pulled my head back, increasing the pace and power of his thrusts. I could barely breathe.
My open mouth was met with another horror. My hair was pulled back so far and so hard that I could barely close my mouth, and Chris had used the opportunity to rape my mouth. I didn't even see him approaching but I felt his large member force its way into my mouth which, thanks to the desk, was at the perfect position. I wasn't even doing anything, I did nothing with my toungue or lips, but he seemed to enjoy the power he had over me as he simulated me bobbing on and off his cock.
Red grunted and his motions became jerky, I could tell he was ready to cum. And he did, inside my ass which was now also dripping with spent semen. I'm sure it was also bleeding, it felt like it. I started crying with the thought, which worsened everything because with Chris's dick in my mouth I couldn't breathe. Literally. I was suffocating, and he saw it. And he liked it, saying things to me I couldn't understand, while I just let go of my body and let him hold my head and do what he wanted. He sprayed himself down my throat finally and I almost threw up but the rush of air was what saved me. Even this wasn't over.
John, who had been stroking himself watching me get raped, finished off and covered my head and back with hot, sticky, disgusting liquid.
I threw up. And then everything went black.
When I woke up I was still naked and bound at the wrists, but now I was also gagged, and cleaned off. I was lying back on the floor of the cell I'd originally been in. My vision was dim and my body ached and screamed in agony. It screamed more when I realized that now, unlike before, the police station was full of men going about their business, soldiers and police with weapons and uniforms, and I was naked and displayed for all of them to see.
I knew this was going to get worse.
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Note: More on the way. PLEASE GIVE ME REVIEWS!!!!!!!! :) I need to feel the love!! Man I'm horny :S sorry. Working on the next chapter. going to fail out of school...
Chapter 3 - "Interrogation."
I was lying on the desk as John stepped away from me, I was trembling and sobbing, and when I tried to close my legs I felt the other two still grasping my ankles tightly. I could hear the men laughing while John talked to them, he must have been recounting his experience to them, and they enjoyed it.
I stared upwards at the cheap white tile cieling, thinking nothing. Thinking pain. The three guards were all staring at my naked, exposed, and vulnerable body and there was nothing I could do. My face was still stinging from the beating I'd sustained earlier and now my whole body was in pain, my breasts ached from being assaulted by the giant guard, my pussy felt torn and abused, my hands were crushed cruelly behind my back.
John whiped himself off on the remains of my clothes which were lying on the floor, and as the men were distracted I quietly rolled over onto my side, to relieve my hands and also to close my embarassingly open legs. Though I knew that I was still naked in front of them, and tied, and subject to their control.
I was afraid to say anything, even though they hadn't gagged my mouth. John came up to me, standing behind me. I was facing the far wall, curled into fetal position on the small desk. As was translated, what he said to me was, "tell us what you stole, you little whore. tell us what you stole and where you hid it. why'd you do it?"
Shakingly I answered. "I didn't steal anything... I swear to God I didn't steal anything."
"It's a sin to lie in God's name," he said, and I felt rough hands grab my legs. I kept repeating, over and over again, that I didn't steal anything and that I didn't know what they were talking about, I said that if they just let me go I wouldn't say anything about this, nothing at all. I whimpered as I felt myself repositioned on the desk. Also, I heard another sinister sound - the tearing of fabric. I realized someone was cutting my shirt and skirt into strips. They were going to tie my ankles...
Chris and Red had my legs now, and I was on my stomach on the desk, my aching sex pressed painfully against one edge, with my legs hanging down, and chin resting uncomfortably on the other. It was a thin desk, and I wondered if it was just for this purpose... how many other young girls had met the same fate as I have? No time to wonder about that. One of the men behind me slapped my ass and I whimpered, John was standing in front of me and I could see that he was already aroused again. And I knew the other men hadn't even had their turns yet. I wondered if I would make it out of the room alive. It didn't seem like it.
I felt my legs strapped to the table-legs with the remains of my skirt, I was bent over the desk with my hands behind my back and no matter how much I tried I couldn't move, couldn't stand up or even try to; I guess my back just wasn't strong enough to right myself. I was caught. I was still begging, please, don't do this, I didn't do anything... I don't know why I thought it would work or they would care. They didn't. They were laughing.
I heard a desk drawer open next to me and then close again, whoever was standing behind me had removed something. The next thing I felt almost stopped my heart. My rapist's hand, covered in cold hateful lube, invading my ass. I knew what was coming. I struggled helplessly and whimpered, but I could sense that he was applying the lubricant to himself and that I had only seconds before...
Contrary to my expectations he did not just ram himself into me. I felt the tip of his shaft resting at my asshole, pushing a little, teasing me, torturing me. I could see John in front of me gazing intently at my face contorted in terror and pain... he motioned for the third man to come around to the front and have a look. Since it was Chris who stepped in front of me, my rapist this time was Red. I could feel him building up a rhythm, pushing in a little farther each time, and I was dying. I whimpered a quiet "no", which must have excited him because within seconds after I'd spoken he droke his full length into me, exacting a scream from my lips in a sound I had never uttered before. He kept punding, kept thrusting into me as I was torn apart. To add to the pain my sex was crushed up against the cruel edge of the table, being bruised and abrased even more than it already was. I was in so much pain and Red fucked my ass with all his strength and grunted horribly.
From my squinted eyes I could see that John and Chris were laughing. I opened my mouth in a silent scream of agony when Red grabbed my hair hard and pulled my head back, increasing the pace and power of his thrusts. I could barely breathe.
My open mouth was met with another horror. My hair was pulled back so far and so hard that I could barely close my mouth, and Chris had used the opportunity to rape my mouth. I didn't even see him approaching but I felt his large member force its way into my mouth which, thanks to the desk, was at the perfect position. I wasn't even doing anything, I did nothing with my toungue or lips, but he seemed to enjoy the power he had over me as he simulated me bobbing on and off his cock.
Red grunted and his motions became jerky, I could tell he was ready to cum. And he did, inside my ass which was now also dripping with spent semen. I'm sure it was also bleeding, it felt like it. I started crying with the thought, which worsened everything because with Chris's dick in my mouth I couldn't breathe. Literally. I was suffocating, and he saw it. And he liked it, saying things to me I couldn't understand, while I just let go of my body and let him hold my head and do what he wanted. He sprayed himself down my throat finally and I almost threw up but the rush of air was what saved me. Even this wasn't over.
John, who had been stroking himself watching me get raped, finished off and covered my head and back with hot, sticky, disgusting liquid.
I threw up. And then everything went black.
When I woke up I was still naked and bound at the wrists, but now I was also gagged, and cleaned off. I was lying back on the floor of the cell I'd originally been in. My vision was dim and my body ached and screamed in agony. It screamed more when I realized that now, unlike before, the police station was full of men going about their business, soldiers and police with weapons and uniforms, and I was naked and displayed for all of them to see.
I knew this was going to get worse.
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Note: More on the way. PLEASE GIVE ME REVIEWS!!!!!!!! :) I need to feel the love!! Man I'm horny :S sorry. Working on the next chapter. going to fail out of school...