So far college had been an easier transition than she expected, academically, but Violet was definitely out of her element at this party she had been dragged to. She was a quiet girl that most people considered boring throughout highschool. One that had been more into books than boys, and suddenly being a freshman hadn’t magically made her more exciting. Or prettier. Her awkward coltish body hadn’t filled out into womanly curves, and her plain form hadn’t been blessed with any last minute growth spurts. She was still as flat at 19 as she had been throughout highschool. In fact, after being mistaken for a boy for the third time this week she’d decided that she was going to have to grow her hair out to something longer than the pixie cut she’d favored for years just to keep that from happening again.
But she’d let herself be dragged to this party by some of her new friends in her program, and somehow they’d even managed to get a drink in her hand. She didn’t know anyone though, so once they’d disappeared to flirt with guys, she’d been forced to adopt the strategy of standing in the corner until it was late enough for her to politely leave. So far it seemed to be working out. A few guys had tried to talk to her, but after a little awkward small talk they’d moved on to girls that were prettier, funnier, or both. She’d only been at school for a month, but she vowed silently to herself not to do this again anytime soon.
The movies made these things seem much more fun, but being wedged into a large house just off campus with what had to be close to 100 of her fellow students in her university’s pre-law program was mostly just boring and awkward. The crowd was mostly freshmen with some sophomores and upperclassmen too. They were supposed to be talking about the program and what to expect, but mostly everyone was settling into small knots of friends and getting drunk or pairing off so they could better get to know the student body under the covers when this thing ended in a few hours, which is exactly what you would expect from a room full of hormonal university students.
Finally at close to 10, she decided she’d made enough of an appearance. With one quick drink, Violet knocked back what remained of the cheap beer she’d been holding most of the night, and set it on an empty table. She was just sipping it earlier, because she didn't want anyone to see it empty and put another one in her hand, but once she picked it back up when she got back from the bathroom, she’d just held it because it was more than half gone. She had trouble telling people no, and if they figured that out, she’d end up wasted by the end of the night. That would make the evening even worse than it already was. She’d lost her friends hours ago, and hadn’t gotten any of her questions about the curriculum answered, so it wasn’t going to be any loss she thought, if she bailed now. So slowly made her way through the crush to the door. If she made it home soon, she could still catch a couple of episodes of the latest netflix show that hooked her before it was time for bed.
She was almost free of the noise and the heat and into the cool night air before some guys she hadn’t talked to before, dragged her into a conversation about what she thought of the teachers with his friends. She couldn’t remember his name, but she’d seen him around in a couple of her classes. This was the last thing she wanted now, but this was the only school related conversation she had all night. So she humored them for a few minutes. Since classes had just started, she did more listening than talking, and after the room started to feel oppressively hot, Violet made her excuses, and headed toward the exit.
Once outside she started to feel a little dizzy, so she sat down on a low retaining wall, and waited for her head to clear. She looked up to the stars and appreciated the night sky, not just for the sweet cool breezes, but for the way it made everything stop spinning. Eventually her reverie was interrupted as a couple of smokers came up to her.
“Hey, Hey man - Sorry.. Uhhmm, Miss - you okay?” The tall one asked, some concern in his voice. Violet didn’t remember closing her eyes, but she slowly opened them anyway, turning to look at them without sitting up.
“I’m fine,” She said, “just fine. I was just taking a little rest.”
“Just resting, huh?” the stranger said, a note of mirth creeping into his voice. “You going back to the party then?”
“No, no” Violet said, repeating herself as she tried to remember where she was going if it wasn’t to the party. “No. I'm going to… to.. I’m going back to…”
“Your room?” The shorter guy offered helpfully.
“Yes,'' she said, ''my room. I’m going back to my dorm room. How did you know?” she asked, in all seriousness. Afterall, if she didn't know exactly, how could they have known?
“Alright” The tall one said, “So are we, You just wait there, and as soon as we finish smoking we’ll walk you back and make sure you get there safe, okay?”
“Aww, thanks,” Violet said, trying and failing to rise, “You guys are too sweet. You don't need to trouble yourself though. As soon as I finish resting I’ll..” She paused, losing her train of thought. “I’ll be fine by myself.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, tall guy and short guy were back. “Come on miss, let’s help you up,” the tall one said, each of them taking a hand and helping her rise unsteadily to her feet. “What’s your name?”
“Violet,” she said, after only a few seconds of deliberation. “I’m a freshman and was here to learn more about the law program.”.
“Ah, that’s it,” Tall guy said, less to her than to his friend, “She’s new here and can't hang with all the alcoholics. They both laughed,and she joined in belatedly.
“Too too true,” Violet said between giggles, not quite remembering the joke, “but I only had one drink,”
“Sure you did Violet - just the one, huh?” Tall guy chuckled to himself, “So which dorm is your room in?”
“I’m not sure…” Violet said, looking around and realizing that all the buildings sort of looked the same.
They both laughed at that. “Well if you can't remember you can alway crash on our couch and figure it out in the morning when you sober up,” short guy chimed in.
“No, that’s alright, I’ll…” That was the last thing Violet remembered before she woke up in her own bed.
The sun was streaming through her curtains, as she unpleasantly discovered as she shut her bleary eyes. Maybe those guys were right. Maybe she did have a few more drinks she’d just blanked out on. She felt terrible. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, her body hurt, and she felt the desperate need to brush her teeth. But for the moment at least she refused to face the day, and rolled over to cover her head with the blanket; she needed to thank them for helping her get back home safely. She would never have gotten back to her bed without their help.
After a few minutes of tossing and turning, she finally resigned herself to the idea that sleep wasn’t coming so she decided to face the day. Getting out of bed she found herself still dressed in last night’s outfit, and she started unzipping it as she walked to the bathroom. On the way there she noticed that the floor was cluttered which was strange, because she thought she’d remembered cleaning up before she went out last night. But that wasn’t the priority Right now she needed to feel human and wash away the party. She felt stained by the smells of second hand drinking and smoking she was suffused with. She let her dress fall around her feet just outside the bathroom before she walked past the mirror and vanity, not sparing it a glance as she started to run the water so it could get hot. Then Violet undid her bra and let it fall to the floor automatically while waiting for the steam to start to rise.
It was only when she leaned down to ease off her cotton panties and let them fall down around her ankles so she could kick them off that she got the feeling that something was wrong. Looking down she could see a black stain on the waistband of her panties, and beyond that, bruises on her legs… not the normal one or two she had from being clumsy as she bumped into furniture, but broad ones like hand prints on her thighs and ankles. She rushed back to the mirror and looked to see what else she hadn’t noticed in her fogged state and was horrified to discover that something awful must have happened to her last night. RAPEDOLL was written across her barely visible breasts, and CUMDUMP was written above her pussy in the same hand. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was the tally marks on her Inner thigh. If she was reading them right, 8 men had fucked her last night, or she’d been cum at least 8 times. She didn’t know what they were supposed to mean, because she didn’t remember. She'd gone to bed a virgin, and woken up a whore.
Violet rushed into the shower, the tears coming hard now. She’d never had sex with anyone before, and hadn’t dated in a year - not since she’d figured out that she might like girls more than she liked boys. How could this happen, she thought, chastising herself as she turned the water hotter and soaped up a washcloth so she could try to wash away the terrible evidence. Now that she knew what had happened.. Now that she was aware of what must have happened to her, it wasn’t her body that hurt anymore, as it had so indistinctly in bed. Her wrists hurt from where she must have been held down. Her jaw ached from when she must have been forced to suck cock, Her ass and her pussy felt raw from where she had been used while she was unconscious, and most of all her tits hurt from where she’d been brutally and painfully molested. Her entire body had been defiled. Every first… Every Hole... Every inch of her had been claimed by faceless strangers.
The crying didn’t stop, but eventually the scrubbing did as she collapsed and curled up into a ball at the bottom of her shower. It was only there when she started sobbing so hard she thought she would break that she started to remember things. First just little flashes of last night. A cock. A slap. A pair of hands holding her down. The longer she sat there though, the more these little images resolved into details and terrible moments.
She was on her hands and knees on her own bed as someone grabbed a handful of her short hair and tried to get his cock inside her mouth. She refused to open it though and so instead he rubbed the slimy head along her lips, then suddenly whoever was holding her hips thrust forward, forcing his dick all the way inside her in one painful thrust. But before she could focus fully on the pain, she was consumed by thoughts about how she was being violated in two holes simultaneously. Each thrust from one direction pushed her harder into the other.. It was terrifying, and disgusting, but also strangely arousing.
Violet shook her head free herself from the terrible image and looked down, surprised to find she had two fingers in her pussy. This was wrong. This was terrible. She shouldn’t be fingering herself to the idea of being violated. She definitely shouldn’t be this wet, and while Violet tried to come to grips with that, she struggled to decide which would be less disturbing: if she was soaking because she was aroused by what had happened to her, or if she was still wet from all the cum her rapists had forced inside of last night. She went to pull her fingers out in disgust, but something about the way she was sitting reminded her of the way she was straddling one of her rapists when the other one forced her down against him, and shoved his dick inside her tight ass. The memory was revolting.. The idea that she’d ever be okay with something like that… of feeling both cocks glide against each other as they wrestled for space deep inside the guts of her tiny body. It was disgusting.. But she couldn’t stop pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy while she remembered all the terrible things that happened to her. In a way that disgusted her almost as much as the memory of someone fucking her asshole. But it felt so good.
She tilted her face up into the spray with her eyes closed and tried to let the spray of water blank out her mind - to forget the awfulness she’d endured and at the same time she tried to wash away all of her negative feelings from her soul with the rising tide of pleasure emanating from her clit. She knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t be sexualizing her trauma, but it was the only refuge, and it was awfully inviting. The dark thrill combined with the water cascading from her face to remind her of another terrible scene. This one must have happened at the end of the night, because she was slumped on the floor in exhaustion as three or four men she didn't know jerked off all over her face, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky semen across her skin and hair. She didn’t know them, but she could hardly concentrate on their faces with the disgusting sensation consuming her. It made her skin crawl, and with her eyes closed the water only added the illusion as she imagined that even now she was covered in her rapist's cum. She was permanently dirtied… stained by the terrible thing they had done to her, and she didn't see how she would ever be clean again.
It was this final thought that pushed her over the edge into a cripplingly powerful orgasm. Even in the throes of pleasure she imagined that she was on the floor surrounded by the monsters that did this to her, dripping with their disgusting sperm as she came for her tormentors. She would never ever do something so wrong, but in the moment the forbidden image made everything that much hotter and she came like a whore with two fingers stuffed deep inside her ravaged pussy.
After the blissful afterglow faded though, she was left with only shame and the dull ache from her torments. What was she supposed to do after something like this happened to her? Should she call someone? The police? Would they believe her? She’d probably just washed away what little evidence there was, and it's not like she could remember enough about any of the perpetrators for a conviction, or even an arrest probably. She thought about some of the rape cases she’d followed, and how traumatic it appeared to be for the victims. The reporters eventually found out their identity and then they hounded them for all the salacious details. Imagining that now it seemed like a whole second rape; there was no way she could go through such a thing. Better to pretend it never happened. Better to let the scant details drift away until she could convince herself it was just a party that got out of hand.
“Or I could just kill myself,” she added in a barely audible whisper while she continued to sit on the cold wet floor. It was a last resort for sure, but people had done it for less hadn’t they? No, she decided after a moment of silence, slowly rising to her feet. She wasn’t going to do that. They weren’t worth it. If there was anything she was good at it was baring the slings and arrows of a life which had never been kind to her. Not since well before she’d been institutionalized in highschool. She could do this.
Tomorrow. She could do this tomorrow. She thought, as she started drying off. Now she just wanted to go back to bed and forget all the terrible things that had happened. Tomorrow she could go to school, and pretend that nothing had happened. She could throw herself into her academics until she either had top marks or a nervous breakdown, whichever came first. Today she could crawl into bed, tune out the world, and pretend that today never happened. And that worked for a while, but sometime towards the evening, when the sunset was streaming through her curtains in reds and oranges there was a knock at her door that woke her up out of her temporary coma. Violet looked at the door, but did not make any move to get up. It was probably one of her friends from the party last night, and she knew if she started talking about it, she’d just start crying again.
So she waited in silence for them to go away, and after another minute there was another knock. This one was more forceful. “Come on Violet,” an unfamiliar voice said, “I know you’re in there, and I brought pizza.”
She didn’t know who that was, or how it was that he knew her, but she felt no need to investigate further as she looked at the door with antipathy and annoyance. At least until he followed up with “We need to talk about last night,” after that she sat up in bed immediately. How could someone know about last night? Unless he was a part of it? She was filled with fear then, but also anger. What was the right thing to do here? SHould she ignore him? Should she talk to him? Should she call the police? After a moment of deliberation she got out of bed wearing only her panties and her long shirt and padded quietly to the door to look in the peephole. The man on the other side of the door was a little taller than her, and a little older, but she didn’t recognize anything about him. Not in her hazy recollections of the party or in the terrible snatches of memory from later that night she was already trying to forget. He was in fact carrying a pizza and had a little laptop bag over his shoulder, while he stood there, smiling to himself.
“I know you’re in there,” he said, quietly this time. “I’ve got something you’re definitely going to want to see Violet.”
“Go away,” she said, barely audible through the door. “I don't want anything, and if you know what happened, then you know why. Just, please… leave me alone.”
“I know. I get that. But I’ll bet you don’t know what happened last night, do you?” he said. This conversation itself was starting to make her nervous. What if one of the people that lived next store was listening? What if they figured out what they were talking about? “If you don’t join me for dinner then you’ll never have the evidence you need for…”
Violet opened the door, not so much convinced by what he was saying so much as he didn’t want her to say anymore in the hallway. She was mortified that anyone might find out, because once anyone knew, it would only be a few days before everyone knew. But it was only when she opened the door that she was even more embarrassed to realize that she wasn’t wearing any pants.
“What do you want?” she hissed, stepping back as she tugged down her nightshirt to just above her knees. “Say what you need to say and then get out.” The stranger opened his mouth to speak but she quickly interrupted him, “And if you so much as touch me I swear to Christ I’ll scream. If you think I’m just some helpless little victim…”
He laughed sardonically, stepping in the room and closing the door behind him. “Don’t worry Violet, I don’t think you’re a victim. I’m James by the way, and in a few minutes I promise everything will make a lot more sense, but first, why don’t you put some pants on while I find us some plates, and we’ll have dinner. I doubt you’ve eaten anything all day, have you?”
She ignored him, turning to find her least sexy pair of sweatpants, while dishes clattered in the kitchen. She wanted to ignore everything he was saying, but now that she could smell that pizza she was surprised to discover that she was in fact starving. She could eat his pizza and hear him out.. But then she was kicking this weirdo out even if she had to call the police.
She returned from her closet, finally decent in the sloppiest way possible, to find him set up at the table. She took the glass of water obviously intended for her, dumped it out in the sink and then took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and opened it, glaring at him. James for his part only chuckled, shook his head and started to eat while Violet sat down.
“So what did you…” Violet started, before she was immediately interrupted.
“Don’t worry about that just yet Violet. You’ve had a long day. Eat now and then we’ll talk after.”
She didn’t have to be told twice, and wolfed down two slices before she even started to slow down. She wasn’t hungry - she was famished. It wasn’t until halfway through the third slice as the urgency faded, she slowed down and started to look suspiciously at her guest. “So what is it you think you know,” she asked warily, “and why do you think I’d care, or that anyone would believe you?”
James regarded her for a second, his eyes unreadable, before he started speaking. “You probably don't remember this, but I helped you get home last night, me and my roommate, actually. You were pretty wasted, and well, let’s just say that after we got you here safe, I left and went home alone.”
“But your roommate stayed? And you let him do this to me?” tears started to well up in her eyes, “How could you? You had to know what would happen.”
“Of course I knew,” he countered, “I told him to go home.. You gave a more mixed message, and he decided to stay a while. That’s hardly my fault, is it?”
“You’re saying I…” Violet felt the sadness turning to rage inside her. “I would never…”
“Shh, calm down Violet. Calm down. I agree. You never would. Not sober anyway.” her guest reassured her, “but you were wasted last night, so there’s no telling what happened.”
“I wouldn’t,” she whispered, pleadingly, less sure now that her righteousness faded.
“And I believe you, but that’s not what I heard from him when he got back to the room this morning. Lucky for you, I was worried something like this might happen, so I left my gopro on your bookshelf to keep an eye on you.”
“You what? You put a camera in my room?” she said looking around for it until he pulled it out of his backpack and waved it at her to show her he’d put it away already. “What kind of weirdo would... Why would you…” Each question she asked died in her throat, until “What does it show?” She didn’t really want to know the answer to this last question, but her desire not to know was easily overwhelmed by her need to know.
“I set up my laptop in the other room, so we can find out any time you’re done eating,” James said, casually leaning back while he waited on her as if he didn't have a care in the world.
In the other room he’d hooked his laptop up to her TV, and he cued up the video. It started off in complete darkness with muffled voices, it was only after a minute that the camera person took the camera out of his pocket and put it on the shelf they could see anything at all. Once out though, she could see the main part of her dorm room that doubled as a living room and bedroom, and after a quick adjustment of angle, she had a pretty good view of the whole space.”
“Listen,” she could hear James’s voice from the TV. “I know she said we could stay the night here if we wanted, but she’s pretty wasted man. She might be into it tonight, but tomorrow she might be telling a different story. No pussy is worth a charge, man.”
“It’s fine,” the stranger’s voice said, “If she even remembers anything that happens tonight, it’s not like she’ll remember who she did it with, Will you honey?”
Violet for her part only turned her glassy eyes towards them, and the camera. “Huh? What did you say?”
"I said you don’t mind if we stay a while and get to know you better, do you?” The stranger said, repeated the unasked question earlier for the poor drugged girl.
“No,” she said sleepily as she started to lay back down, “After all your help, it’s the least I can do…”
“See?” he said, turning back to his friend. “Aww, man - where are you going? Come on. Let’s double team this slut.” he called out to the sound of retreating footsteps.
“Fine. We’ll just have fun without you.” he said as the door shut.
“Where’s your friend going,” Violet said, this time without rising from the bed.
“We don't need him,” the short guy said, moving over to her bed, sitting next to her. “He immediately started to touch her, stroking her hair and her back before letting one of his hands slide down to her ass and the hem of last night's dress.”
Here it was. This was the moment when she expected to hear herself tell this creep no. To tell him that she didn’t want this. That he needed to stop. Instead, after another minute in which he’d pulled her skirt up to grope her ass, all she did was sigh wistfully at the feeling for a little while, before murmuring, “that feels nice.”
“Does it baby?” her molester asked, “Do you want to feel even better then? I know just how to give you the perfect night.”
“Mmm, yes please,” she said on screen, but listening to her give in like this made her flush red with shame, powerless to stop any of it. This wasn’t what happened, she was sure - there was no way that she would ever want to be treated like that.
“That’s pretty much the way Thomas told it,” James said, turning away from the screen to face her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and to her credit she only flinched a little bit. “He said that you practically begged him to fuck you, and when he wasn’t enough for you he… Well, none of that matters. What matters is that you were drugged and in no place for consent. This is still rape.”
“I can’t believe I’d ever... “Violet said, tears shining in her eyes, “I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.” She was on the verge of breaking down again, when James swept her up into his arms and held her as she started to sob.
“Shhhh, I know, Violet, I know. It’s going to be okay.” James said, comforting her. Earlier she’d thought she let out all of her pain and shame, but she was surprised to find that bottomless reservoir of hurt had refilled while she slept. “Now you have all the evidence you need, but even that’s going to be a tough choice.”
“What do you mean,” Violet asked, confused, “Why wouldn’t I just give this tape to the police?”
“You could,” He said. “You should, but there's some pretty terrible things on this tape.And all those details are going to come out sooner or later. Then everyone will know how much you enjoyed it. Everyone will know what a little rape slut you are.”
“What?” She did a double take, thinking she couldn’t have possibly heard what she just thought she did. “What did you call me?” she asked, pulling back away from him a little bit.
“I called you a little rape slut,” James said matter of factly, nodding towards the TV screen. Violet followed his gaze and could see that in the last few minutes last night’s version of her had managed to lose her panties, and was moaning like a bitch in heat while her rapist finger fucked her with two fingers, hard and deep.
“Do you like that baby, do you like cumming on my fingers, or do you want me to find something a little deeper?” he said, taunting her.
“Please… please... “ Yesterday’s Violet said between moans, barely able to catch her breath. But at this moment, today’s Violet watched, feeling sure that now would be the time that she begged her to stop. She was bitterly disappointed instead when the record instead blared out, “please - I need more. Pleasepleaseplease.”
“Your wish is my command,” Thomas said, standing and unzipping his pants. Violet was horrified, but she couldn’t turn away. She was a virgin when this video was taken, and she didn’t even remember when it was stolen away from her. As much as it hurt her to watch, she needed to see it. In fact, she was so focused on watching her own deflowering as she leaned forward, that she didn’t notice how James had shifted, until she was practically sitting on his lap. She didn’t notice until his hands slid up and groped her tiny tits, snapping her out of her terrible tunnel vision.
“What the fuck are you doing James,” Violet spat, venom in her voice. “Get off me right now or I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” he asked, sarcastically as he pinched and twisted both of her nipples, sending a terrible mix of pleasure and pain through her body that made her gasp in pleasure. “You’ll let everyone know what an easy piece of meat you are? That you’re a kinky little cunt that loves to roleplay that she’s being raped so she can secretly cum harder? That will certainly make you the life of every party for the next four years.”
“No, I…” deep inside violet, the anger that had been boiling up inside her started to change as cooled into impotent fear. He was right. Even if people went to jail. Even if he went to jail she would still be ruined. “Just let me go and go home. I won't say anything. Just don’t touch me anymore and I won't say a word.”
James let one of her tits go and for a second Violet allowed herself to think she had one, but instead he only shifted his grip, running it through her short hair before grabbing a handful and breaking her head back hard, exposing her neck. “I don’t care who you tell what, cunt. My face is nowhere on this tape, and if the law or the administration gets involved in this case in any way, you can be sure that clips of all the worst bits will end up all over the internet. You’ll never be able to find them all; you’ll be a famous little girl.”
“No, please,” Violet whimpered, still watching the TV as her rapist rolled her over and spread her legs so he could get to her tits and fuck her properly. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can,” James sneered, his hand drifting down from her tit to the waistband of her sweatpants. “Do you know why I didn’t stay last night? Or why I didn’t come back when Thomas invited his friends over?”
“He invited friends?” she asked, horrified while she watched Thomas devouring her tits on screen while she did nothing but spread her legs a little wider and sigh in bliss.
“It’s because it was too easy. Pussy without resistance is barely worth the effort, but a conflicted little rapedoll like you…” he let the sentence trail off as his fingers slid fist inside her pants and then inside her panties. The only thing Violet did to fight was to try to clamp her thighs tighter, but even this resistance was pathetic as he slid his hands between them until he was sliding his fingers up her slick little slit.
“You’re soaked,” he said. “You might claim you dont want this but…” She bolted then. Getting off the couch and heading toward the door. If she could just get away she could.. But he caught her by the wrist before she’d even gotten a stride away, and swinging her back around brought her back to the couch. Throwing her down over the back of it like a sack of dirty laundry. “But you’re going to miss the best part if you aren’t careful.”
In the position she was in now, bent over the back of the couch, she only had two choices. She could watch the screen as Thomas lined up his cock with her hole as he prepared to split her virgin pussy wide open, or could close her eyes and pretend none of this was happening.
But she couldn’t look away. No even when she felt James yanking down her pants and panties behind her. She bucked and fought, but he easily kept her hips pinned to the back of the couch.
“Don’t do this. This is wrong. It’s rape. You’ll…” Violet pleaded, her voice a whisper that was barely as loud as the sound coming from the TV.
“You’re right,” James interrupted her as he started to force his dick inside her even as she watched Thomas force his cock inside her on screen. “It is. I’m raping your slutty little hole and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Uhhh...”She grunted in pain as much as in pleasure as she felt him force his cock in her abused little hole. It felt bigger than the one she was watching on screen. “Why? Why would you do this to me again?”
“Because you’re the perfect little victim,” he said, bottoming out inside her and holding her there. “Because this is your place. You’re nothing but a skinny little cumdump with a little fight in you, and I’m going to take you over and over until either you learn to love it, or I get bored of this stretched out little cunt.”
And then James started to fuck her properly, pistoning in and out of her with deep thrusts that went in fast, bouncing off the back of her womb each time before pulling out slowly to do it again. It took less than a minute before she was moaning even more loudly than last night’s version was moaning on the TV. She hated it. She hated him. She didn’t want any of this.
But she couldn’t deny how good it felt. Being fucked against her will felt even better than any toy she’d ever used on her tiny pussy. “Nooo...ooo...ooo...,” she moaned, constantly being interrupted by each thrust as he pounded her from behind.
“Like I’d stop using a sweet little piece of rape meat like you, cunt. I’m going to use you until you’re all used up, and as long as I have that video, you can’t do anything about it. Mmmmm, fuck you’re tight,” James gasped, not stopping as he fucked his little vicitim for all he was worth. “You’re my little blackmail bitch now, cunt. I whistle, and you’d better be on your knees ready to deepthroat my dick like the trained mutt you are, or you’ll regret it.”
Violet knew she should say something. That the only way she’d ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again is if she was defiant until the end. But between the taboo sight of watching herself get raped, and the incredible pleasure that came from James’s dick as he violated her hole was impossible to ignore. She struggled to find some remaining shred of dignity or resistance, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a tortured moan as the best orgasm of her life tore through her battered little body. It burned through her, using her remaining self respect and self esteem as kindling as it ripped through her as she watched her rapist on screen bottom out inside her and fill her with her first load of cum. She wouldn't have to wait long for her next.
Then something occurred to her, dimly, through the fuzzy waves of pleasure. “I’m not protected. Please, you have to pull out. Please,” she pleaded. Maybe she was already knocked up by a stranger she thought with a sense of dull horror. But just because she was already screwed doesn’t mean she should take any more chances.
“You think you can just cum all over my big rape dick like the whore you are,” James said, pounding against her now in a series of frantic strokes, “and then ask me to pull out? In your fucking dreams cunt. This is my pussy and my womb. If you don't want to have my baby then you’d better get on the pill quick, otherwise you’re going to be just another single mother.”
He grabbed her hair then, pulling her up enough so that he could growl in her ear from behind. “Now tell me cunt, who’s pussy is this.”
“It’s your’s,” she said sadly, after only the smallest delay.
“What’s that, cunt? I can’t hear you,” James said, giving her a little shake.
“I said it's yours. It’s your fucking pussy.” Violet said, louder this time.
“That's right slut. All. Fucking. Mine.” James purred as he released her head, hammering against her in those final strokes before suddenly driving his cock inside of her as deep as he could, making her bruised cervix ache as his dick began to contract over and over, shooting load after load of thick fertile cum inside her.
“God you’re tight, cunt,” he growled contentedly, when it was over, pulling out his softening prick and letting his cum start to ooze and drip out of her red and gapping little cunt. “Even after a gangbang you’re still one of the tightest cunt’s I’ve ever used. I’m going to love training you to be a proper whore.”
James let her go and walked over to the TV, unplugging his laptop while Violet just lay there stunned and shellshocked.
“Gangbang?” she murmured, “What do you mean? It was just Thomas... Right?” She’d had those terrible flashes of two and three guys fucking her at once, but in her memory she resisted and refused, so maybe none of that had ever happened and they were the product of her fevered imagination.
James unplugged the thumb drive and tossed it to her. “There’s a lot more to that tape.. You can watch it later when you want to cum on your fingers.” His words were cruel, but his tone was crueler. He’d done such a good job at faking empathy when he showed up at her apartment but now he looked at her like she was a piece of livestock. “I’ll give you a couple days to heal and take a morning after pill, and then I’m going to teach you some brand new games, slut.”
He zipped up his bag, and walked towards the door. “Keep the pizza cunt. I’ll see you around.”
Violet didn’t move. Not even when her door closed. She just lay there, looking at the drive like it was a poisonous viper. Did she want to watch the rest? Did she want to know what else had happened to her? Could she resist? She had no idea. All she knew was that Plan B sounded like a pretty good option, so slowly, and with more than a little pain she walked to the bathroom for another shower, so she wouldn’t smell too much like a whore when she took her walk of shame to the pharmacy.
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