We are going to use you tonight you cunt. He has rented out your fucking holes to us....
Trigger warning : *******. If the title wasn't obvious enough warning, then let this be the backup warning. If you trigger from *******, DO NOT read further. You have been warned.
He waits for her outside near where her car is parked while she attends the munch. The light of the day has waned, and the shadows of the night take over. She walks back to the car, stopping midway, hesitant. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up, sensing something dark, sinister, wrong.
She looks around cautiously, eyes adjusting in the dark, but see's nothing. She steps forward and begins walking the short distance left to her car. She passes a van and see's something move in the corner of her eye. She turns and begins to let out a scream as she see's her assailant hurtling towards her. Her scream is cut off mid way as his massive backhand swing connects with her cheek, knocking her out cold.......
She wakes up, head foggy and sore. Her cheek hurts. Throbbing pain bringing the memories vividly back. The fear sets in as she comes to her senses. Her arms and legs shackled to heavy chains attached to big rusty links set into the bare wall. The room has debris everywhere. An abandoned factory she is guessing. Her mind races. Where the fuck is she? What the fuck is occurring?
Her mind wanders momentarily and she recalls the many conversations with her husband. She had spoken to her husband about her CNC fantasies for years. He promised her that one day he would organise for her to be abducted and taken and used. To be broken. Again and again. She would be hurt, he said. Really fucking hurt. But not harmed. She would be made to feel unsafe, like her life was in danger, but her safety would never be risked. It would feel like the real deal. She would get scared. She would be terrified. She would scream, cry, shake and beg for it to stop. But it wouldn't. She had given consent. Her husband told her that one day it would occur. When she least expected it. No other details. It was left at that.
She hears a sound and it sharply brings her back to the present. The room is dimly lit. Shadows everywhere concealing things she cannot make out. She hears murmurs of subdued voices. Deep voices. Dangerous sounding voices. She looks around and cannot see anyone. The room seems to continue on into the darkness.
She continues to hear the muffled voices as they continue to talk, but she cannot quite hear what they are saying. She yells out asking if anyone is there. She hears laughter. Deep, sinister, foreboding laughter. All around her she hears sobs and the rattle of chains. Sobs that are distinctly female. And sobs born of real fear and real anguish. How many others are chained in this room here with her? Her mind races. The fear and anguish builds up to a crescendo inside her and a sob escapes her lips as she bursts into tears and pleads to be released. To not be hurt.
She sees a spark of light in the distance as someone lights up a cigarette. The flame only shines brightly for a moment, but she only manages to get a brief glimpse of a silhouette of a lot of bodies standing together. Distinctly male. Dozens of them. She hears gasps from those shackles around her as they see the same thing and their fate begins to sink in. The feeling in her chest tightens as reality sets in. She struggles to escape. Fruitlessly. But the sounds of her heavy chains clinking as she struggles motivates the other captives around her also. Sounds of chains everywhere echo through the open building. Cries of despair from all around rise up together.
The laughter increases from the darkness. She hears footsteps walking towards her. First one, then two, three, four. She loses count. So many footsteps. Her breath quickens as she hears them approaching, but they stay in the shadows. The inability to see them increases her fear and her chest tightens even more.
She watches in horror as a mountain of a man walks out of the shadows and comes straight for her. The look on his face is malicious. Intent is very obvious. Her body moves backwards automatically as she tries to escape, but she hits the wall she is chained to.
He leans down and his fist grips a handful of her hair and rips her head back sharply.
She feels hot breath against her neck as he leans in and growls the words
"We are going to use you tonight you little cunt. He has rented out your holes to us. And we are going to fucking enjoy the whore we rented. We are going to use each and every one of you continuously. For days on end. Your fantasies of being taken are going to come true, but not in the way you fantasise about. This is our time, our game and our fucking way. We are going to stretch your fucking holes and use you in ways you can not even begin to fucking imagine......"
"Now open your mouth you filthy cunt. I'm going to explore your fucking throat......"
She feels real fear pull at her chest and run down her spine, but she also feels her body betray her as her cunt begins to drip, knowing what she has coming she both fears as well as craves. Needs. Desires. Wants.
Her wildest fantasy. Her most coveted fetish. To be taken. Again and again. With no way of stopping the ******* onslaught.
