One Shots

Violating the Vigilante

Content warning: violence and forced s*x. Please scroll on if this is not your thing!

I wriggle fruitlessly against the chains holding me in place and shout a dozen curses against my captors. I guess I'm what some would call a vigilante. I don't have any superpowers, but I am bound by a sense of justice and have spent countless hours training to hone my combat skills. However, even all my training can't help when I'm completely outnumbered, which is why I'm here.

It was a Friday night and just like any other, I donned my dark outfit and mask and set out to patrol my neighborhood. There had been reports of robberies and even my neighbor, sweet Mrs. Williams, had been attacked and had her purse snatched. The police were not of any help. While I still work a regular 9-5, I feel called to try to do something to help the community. For some people, that might be volunteering or donating, but for me, it's teaching the bad guys a lesson. I hadn't had any flops--that is, until tonight. While keeping a low profile, I heard a shriek from a woman. Immediately, I ran towards the noise. What I didn't expect was that it was a setup. The woman, as well as four others, were waiting for me. I felt a hard blow against my head, and then woke up here.

The room is dark and quiet. From what I can tell from when I woke up, there's no one in here with me. After what seems like hours passes, I hear the creak of the door opening. Three men walk in, prominently displaying guns on their hips.

"So, what do we have here?" The man in the middle asks with a sneering look on his face. I remain silent.

"The boss asked you a question." One of the other men says menacingly, putting his hand on his weapon.

"Look, I'm just a woman trying to make my home safer. What do you want from me?"

As the men walk closer, I recognize the one on the left from a previous encounter. He had a noticeable black eye that I presumed I left.

"Listen lady, this is our turf. We do what we want, and we don't need little wannabe heroes trying to change that."

The man in the middle, the "boss," walks up to me and pulls off my mask and removes my hood.

"Why hide such a pretty face?" He slides a finger down my cheek and I recoil in a mix of disgust and fear.

"Please, just leave me alone and let me go!" I cry out.

"We'll let you go if, and only if, we can come to an agreement about how things will work around here moving forward. First, this hero sh*t is going to stop." He pauses and looks at me for a response.

"Fine! Just please let me go!" I sob.

"Ah, ah, ah, not that easy," he tuts at me. An ugly smile covers his face.

"Strip her. I'm going to have a little fun first."

The two other men step up and cut off my clothes, leaving me chained and naked. I shiver from the exposure and feel my n*****s pebble as the air hits them. They leer at me hungrily. The boss walks up to me and starts kissing me, his hands groping my nude body. Unwillingly, I feel my body react to his stimulations. A slick heat grows between my legs and his hand moves down my hips to my core.

"What a good girl, all wet and ready for me. Here I was worried you were going to make this harder than it needed to be."

He rubs me, sliding two fingers in roughly. I let out a groan. Reality hits me: I'm being sexually violated by a stranger, a criminal, possibly a murderer. My instincts kick in and I headbutt him. Blood pours down from his nose.

"You b*tch! You'll pay for that!" One of the men yells and pulls out his gun.

"Now, now, Damien, don't act so hastily! Sometimes it's more fun when they make you work for it." The ugly smile is back, with blood on his lips. He slaps me on the face and my cheek stings from the blow.

"Are you going to play nice now?" I respond by spitting at him. He growls in anger and wipes it away.

"I guess we'll do this the hard way. Your choice, not mine." He pulls his gun from the holster and hits me on the head. The room spins and I slump against the chains.

I wake up, choking. There's a man in front of me with his d**k in my mouth. I quickly realize that I'm on top of someone else and even my a*s is filled with a third person. My arms are tied behind me. I scream and it's muffled by the thick c*ck.

"Looks like she's awake," the man f*cking my face groans.

Neither the man below me, nor the man behind me stop violently f*cking me. I feel completely, painfully full. They must have used lube because I don't feel any tearing and both of them easily slide in and out of me.

I bite down and the man in my mouth let's out an angry growl. He pulls out his d**k and slaps my face with it, then wraps his hand around my throat.

"Listen here, you dirty little sl*t. You're going to suck me until I fill that sl*tty little mouth with my c*m, or you can die. Your pick."

Tears are streaming down my face, and I nod at him. He sticks his hard member back into my mouth and thrusts forward. I try not to gag as he pushes into my throat.

The man behind me starts ramming hard and fast, and grabs my hair in his hand, yanking it. I feel him twitch in my a*s as he unloads his hot release into me. He steps away and I'm left with the man in front of me and the man below me. The man below me is roughly handling my t*ts, squeezing and pinching my n*****s. My breasts have always been sensitive and I'm ashamed to say I let out a little moan. My body betrays me again as my wetness grows.

"Oh yes, you f*cking w***e, you like that?" The man notices my movements. His speed hastens as he thrusts into me deeply. One of his hands goes down to my cl*t and starts rubbing. He brings me to my orgasm and I cry against the d**k in my mouth. The man f*cking my face lets out a groan and starts filling my throat with hot c*m. He pulls out and finishes on my face and t*ts. All the while, the man below me is slamming into my p*ssy, which is incredibly sensitive at this point. He finally finishes, filling my c*nt with his seed. They leave me there, tied up with c*m all over me and dripping from my holes. I've never felt so used...and so satisfied?