Whisper of the heart

“Help!” I tried again in case anyone who hear me but it only earned me a slap from one of my attackers. The same quickly gagged me to stop me from making any more sound. All my effort to attract help came out as muffles- low and weak- I cried silently as I was being dragged deeper and deeper into the dark alley that led to an abandoned warehouse. Whatever these two huge men wanted from me couldn’t be good. The warehouse was not far from my house but no one would hear me from here. The men had thick masks on their faces and their voices seemed to have been altered too, there was no way I could see their faces or recognize their voices if ever I make it out of here alive and want to report. The taller of the two men pulled down his zipper and jerked out his p***s. I tired from all the beating and struggling but when I realized they were not just some serial killers, blood rushed to my brain and I began to struggle the more. My hands were tied above my head but my legs were free, I kicked and kicked till the other man came to help his partner. He was the impatient one. I have come to distinguish them by their heights, mask and temper. Holding my legs down, the taller man settled between my legs. Tears and dread filled my eyes as I mumbled and pleaded for mercy. I was not a virgin but my body was still my pride, having an unknown man penetrate me was something I had never imagined. He lifted my skirt and tore my pants roughly. Right there I thought about what could possibly go wrong… I could get an STD, I could get pregnant for an unknown man, and I could die. I don’t know if panic and fear is supposed to cause arousal but when the monster thrust inside me, I was surprisingly wet. I bit the gag painfully as the man mercilessly pounded my core. I cried bitterly knowing that I was helpless and at the mercy of two maniacs. My life was not something I was proud of, my father hated me, my mother was dead and I was without a job. I am the true example of what you call a failure. The only thing I had left was my dignity and here it is being rammed by this stranger. Maybe I am a cursed child. I mean my father says that a lot to me but I have always thought he was just speaking out of anger. But seeing how bad luck follows me around, I’m sure that I am cursed. How else will I explain why a road that was considered safe at all times suddenly becoming unsafe and the first victim of this evil is me. If I was not so cursed, someone who have at least heard my cry for help and came to my rescue. The man on top of me filled me with his seed. They have never cared about their victims getting pregnant. The have only ever been concerned with the satisfaction they get from the pain the cause their victims. I laid there, helplessly. I thought it was over… as a matter of facts, I was wasted. That was when strong palms squeezed my breasts painfully. It was the other man, the violent man. I groaned and shifted weakly but he enjoyed it all the more. He put pressure on my n*****s, pinching them till what was meant to be a scream came out as an erotic melody. He was more fierce and brutal. When he finally went inside me with a powerful thrust, I almost fainted at how big he was. He didn’t fit in at all. He was forcing himself him, I was crying barely alive as excruciating pain from my core traveled to my brain and every part of my body. Tears blurred my vision but his groans made me blink repeated to see him. The strain on his neck showed that he was indeed feeling the impact of his large c**k but he was too evil to give up. He pushed all the way till he was completely in. He stretched me beyond my limit… he was too big and I was too tight. He tore my core. I cried. Warm liquid slowly trailed my ass cheek and anus. I didn’t fight again. The worst had happened. I thought an STD was bad, this is the worst. The limit. All I want is the last storm, death. These men whoever they were would continue their lives after today, I might never see them ever. Or I might see them on the street and never recognize them but the trauma will remain with me. They have done it all, let them kill me too. After thrusting for several minutes, he came. He didn’t let his seed fill my core, maybe he didn’t think I was worth carrying his seed. However, that act was not out of kindness. He pulled out and let his c*m drop all over the lips of my cunt. If you have given head before, you’ll know that c*m is salty. Imagine having salt sprinkled on your fresh wounds- that feeling- that’s what the bastard did to me. I didn’t cry. I had no tears left. I laid still- barely alive as watched them put their clothes on and walk away as if nothing happened. The gag was still on my mouth, but my hands were free. It didn’t give me any consolation as I was weak. I remained there in the cold. The crashing of the waves from the sea not far from the warehouse- why didn’t they just drag me there and throw me inside the river to die?- the whooshing of the wind blew against the door of the warehouse. And every now and then, subtle breeze will blow against my exposed cunt but I didn’t have enough breath to even push my skirt down to cover myself. Somewhere in my unconsciousness, I heard the door of the warehouse open and a slinky man walked in with a gun, he pointed it at me and pulled the trigger.