Nightmare of Vengeance

Chapter One – Prologue-2

Any minute I expected the rape to begin, and I prayed that they’d be swift. But for a long while I heard them circling me, their boots hard against the wood floor. I could only imagine the expressions on their faces as they eyed me.

“So, b***h, let’s get a few things straight here,” the snarling talker started in, “you ain’t getting outta here until we’ve used you up. This ain’t about being nice. You play smart, you won’t get hurt – least not in any way that won’t eventually heal. You get stupid, you’ll be floating out to sea. You got that?”

I nodded, feeling a huge sob come over me. I could barely hold it back. But suddenly the hard slap of leather striking my ass knocked me into another universe entirely. Thinking about my life and its consequences became impossible in the face of all that pain. My skin burned, and a fiery heat tore through my ass infecting every part of me. When the beating paused, a rough hand gripped my cheeks and squeezed hard, until the steely fist let go and the leather came down again. What were they guys, psychic? Did they know me? Had they traipsed inside my mind, read my thoughts, taken a journey into my private underworld? I hardly ever went to those places, even in my daydreams, even in my secret masturbations. But these f*****g bastards knew what turned me on. On nights when I was horny and alone, and when lying in bed, I pulled open my mind’s file drawer of s****l fantasies, these were marked, ‘Surefire winners’, the easy path to getting off. Hard, hot and nasty.

But they were fantasies, never be shared with a soul – well, almost never.

So what was this? That I was lucky enough to be captured by rapists who were also sadists?

Another respite from the beating brought the same kind of rough massage until my s****l juices were practically running down my thighs. Then again, the hand stopped its mauling and my ass was blistered by the strap. In a perfect world they might have gone back and forth like this until I came. But this was not a perfect world. Maybe they were proving a point with the massage and the stinging leather; maybe they were just playing out their natural urges. But soon enough, my scorched skin could barely take another smack and I grunted in protest under my breath while my body quivered and squirmed with each new strike.

“You know, I think she likes it,” one of the men chimed in. He probably had no idea how true this was, a fact that made my face flush hot with shame. Hopefully, they couldn’t see my red cheeks with the blindfold covering so much of my face.

An abrupt change in plans followed.

The shock of cold lube dribbling down between my ass cheeks made me clench up in fright one more time – so much for the easy ecstasy. The lube was followed by a pair of fingers smearing the sticky stuff over the puckering hole of my tender anus. I knew what was coming next, and as the first c**k prodded the tight place, barely inching the p***s head into the ungiving hole, I tried to prepare myself.

However, there was nothing that would prepare me for the first hard thrust of that erection into my asshole. It happened much too fast. Screaming pain shot through me and I wrenched away, grunting and groaning in anger until the c**k finally eased off enough for me to breathe again.

“You’re getting stupid, cunt!” a terse voice warned.

Stupid, yes. I remembered the first warning and took a long, deep breath, trying to settle.

The second thrust inside my ass went much better than the first; by then, I was loose enough to suffer through the f*****g, even though every jabbing plunge was rough. At least the man was swift. Just seconds, maybe a minute of rhythmic thrusting, was all it took to have him grunting his pleasure into the steamy air.

Resigned to suffer through another f**k, I did my damnedest to feel nothing. I had to stay focused, forget my traitorous body and remember where I was and who I was with. My life depended on not pissing off these brutes and keeping myself sane.

Once the second man settled into a steady rhythm, the groaning, grunting climax came on nearly as rapidly as the first man’s. As soon as his organ shot its seed deep inside my ass, I thought I was done. My body eased and I took a deep breath. Maybe I could take the worst of their crimes. Maybe I could suffer through and not die once they were finished raping me. But, damn, if there wasn’t a third man in the room, another pair of hands grabbing at my ass and settling in behind me after the second man disappeared. He came at me without warning, jarring me even more because he shoved his prick inside my p***y, not my well worked ass.

I hastened to wonder if there weren’t a fourth or a fifth man…more than I could count all lined up at the door taking turns, sticking quarters in the meter for a ride in my randy snatch.

Though I tried to ignore what was happening inside my body, it became clear to me that the third man would be different than the first two. He wanted something more than simply getting off. Though his hands were fierce and his grip as demanding as the others, I could tell he wanted me to respond; he wanted me aroused and my body craving his attention. He roughed up my ass cheeks like the others had but then he reached around and played with my c******s, his fingers finding the sensitive places that I loved with little effort. His touch was like magic, his technique enough to deliver me into a brand new place. In any other circumstances, I might have lost myself to the pleasure but I didn’t let it get that far. I knew his game and was determined to deny him. I held my breath, willed my body to remain unresponsive and did nothing to suggest that I took pleasure in the physical seduction. Despite my efforts, when he settled in for a steady ride to his climax, I could barely keep my nerve intact and my arousal discreetly veiled – too much stimulation, too much to stir my own unseemly passions. Very soon, all control was lost and my p***y instinctively grabbed for his c**k, drawing him deeper into my body and milking his stiff member with the desire of a grateful lover. Much to my shame, we came nearly simultaneously as lovers would.

The brusque way he pushed me away when he was done, I could almost see his scowl of contempt.

“You ain’t fooling anyone, girl,” his voice leapt out in an attack. “And you’re gonna put on quite a show for us, quite a show. It’s been a long time since me and the boys had our way with a b***h like you. Now you’d better get some sleep. You got a long day tomorrow.”

I spent the night tied to a crude cot with just a thin blanket to cover me. For a while, I listened to the low voices of my captors while they were playing cards. Occasionally, catching a word or phrase, I attempted to understand their conversation but nothing made sense. Blinded, gagged, worn out and tethered to the creaky corners of the lumpy bed, my mind finally flipped out. The dreams came on fast, leading me through a tall and winding maze, vines dropping into my eyes, spooky hedges looming over me until I was racing through a cavernous tunnel, still twisting and turning. A dark shape chased after me, although I couldn’t tell its source, or look it in the eye. When I turned it disappeared, then it suddenly jumped in behind me again. I could feel its claws dragging down my back and the open wound that spilled blood like a trail of tears. I turned again to see the face of the beast. This time I could see nothing but a laughing mouth taunting me. No body. No shape. Nothing I could recognize. I screamed, turned back and ran again, ran until exhaustion forced me to stop and I fell to the ground, knowing that the beast would devour me as soon as my feet lost traction. Suddenly I awoke with a start, screaming behind the gag.

“What the f**k!” I heard the harsh voice, but as if it were far away.

A hand smacked me across my face.

“Go to sleep!”

I laid back down and forced myself to stay awake, but sleep finally pulled me back into its restless landscape, though there were no dreams this time. Next time I awakened the thick tape was being ripped from my mouth. “What the—” Something made me stop at that – as if the terror of the previous day came back to me in a split second and I knew that I had to watch myself.

Although there were still cuffs on my wrists and ankles, I realized that the restraints that connected me to the bed had been removed and I could move more freely. I sat up wondering what came next, only to have that question answered when a collar was slapped around my throat and I was led outside to do my business in the bushes.

The blindfold became a blessing. Being unable to see the faces of my captors put me into an altered state – my new world becoming half real, half fantasy, and far enough removed from reality to feel like a dream. At least it was a better dream than my attempts at sleep had presented me.

My body no longer fought their hands or their demands. I moved listlessly, complying to their orders without a fight. A dish of food on the floor, I ate like a dog. A pot to pee in, I peed. A c**k to suck, I sucked.

The servile sucking was next on their agenda. While they played cards and listened to country music on the radio they pulled me from man to man, from c**k to c**k. It seemed like hours that my mouth worked to bring them off, but they were in no hurry. Wondering about the casual ease of their crimes, my mind manufactured bizarre stories for these men – of bank robbers hold up in the woods until the coast was clear, or thugs waiting for their partner in crime to arrive with their cut of the treasure. Or maybe they were just restless bastards out to party and I was unlucky enough to be the first female they found.

After the wild drama of the previous night, they seemed aimless in their use of me…for long hours just content to be sucked and not even bothering to get off.

But then that changed too and the drama began again some hours later – I’m only guessing that it was hours; time warps inside a blindfold when the phases of daylight cannot be discerned and the inner clock fails to keep a decent record of the hour.

“So, how about we get on with it?” The man with the snarling voice rose from his chair to announce a change in plans. Immediately, my bleary mind awakened.

The furniture screeched across the wood floor as they went about their business. Though I was left unattended, they had little fear that I’d escape. My hands were still securely tied behind my back and the blindfold remained in place. Next thing I knew my hands were released and I was strung up to the cabin’s ceiling with my wrists high above me and my feet spread wide on the hardwood floor. Vibrating dildos were shoved inside my ass and cunt and clamps were dangled from my upright n*****s. Already I teetered on the brink of pain and pleasure, having every reason to worry that the intense sensations would only increase in time. The beating began only after the dildos were turned on; although this time it was a far more artful torture – not anything like what I suffered the previous night.