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Return of The Vile Gamer

Chapter 3

Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 3
by DEDHeather94

	When consciousness returned to me I found myself face-down in 
a small dark place, unable to move my arms or legs.  I could hear the 
hum of a car motor, and had a sense of being sped along.  After a few 
moments of disoriented confusion, I soon realized the handcuffs had 
been exchanged for ropes, and that I was hog-tied.  The next thing to 
register was that I was gagged--something silky (probably my panties) 
was stuffed into my mouth and lengths of electrical or duct tape was 
holding them in place. I figured out the dark place I was in was the 
trunk of a car.
	I was being sped to some new torment and all I could do was 
lay there feeling the vibrations of the motor, and praying I'd live 
thru whatever was about to happen.  I could hear the distant voices 
of my captors, talking and occasionally laughing from the front of 
the car. It was so strange...while in this tiny speeding prison, 
gagged and tied the way I was, I had the most powerful feeling of 
deja-vu....as if I'd been here before.

* * * * *

	"Ok, here's the rules", Chuck was saying to Eric, whose 
initial protests had been quieted by his raging hard-on over what was 
happening to me now.
	"We can do whatever we want to her, whatever hurts,  just no 
pushing.  Whoever makes her fall wins".
	"What if she doesn't fall?  Do we just play till she does?"
	"Oh she will...eventually.  But just in case she doesn't, 
whoever makes her scream the loudest thru her gag wins".
	I listened in horror as I stood there shivering in the autumn 
breeze, my jeans having been removed from me while unconscious.  All 
I had on now was the black teddy, the front still shoved down, my 
breasts still exposed.
	We were deep in some woods. I have no idea where, but it 
appeared we were isolated. The small campfire burning nearby and a 
few lanterns were the only lights.  Other than that, total darkness 
surrounded us. I mention being chilly, but that was the least of my 
worries, nor was it the cause of most of my shivering.  Did I say I 
was standing?  That's not quite accurate.  What I was really doing 
was balancing precariously on top of one of those stepladders that 
unfold and have only a few rungs.  It wasn't very steady on the 
uneven ground.  Those things tend to be shaky anyway, and this one 
was doubly so. Balancing on the jittering ladder was made even harder 
by the fact that I was forced to stand on tiptoes.  Hard as it was to 
keep steady, I somehow managed, for you see, my very life was in the 
balance because of the noose tightly knotted around my neck.  The 
other end was thrown over a sturdy limb above me twice, then tied 
securely to a lower limb close to the bottom of the tree we all stood 
under.
	The men who had brought me here were standing maybe three 
feet below me, discussing the rules of Chuck's new game--a game where 
the object was making me fall from my ladder.  I was sure it wouldn't 
take much, and my terror was extreme.
	Upon releasing me from the trunk, they had freed my feet and 
pulled me toward the tree they had already prepared.  My wrists were 
still bound tightly behind me. My screams of terror, although gagged, 
had risen to an impressive level while they dragged me to the tree, 
where I saw the ladder and the noose.  The end had been thrown over 
the branch only once at that point, and the entire rope dangled 
loosely, waiting for me.  
	The sight of the noose filled me with so much terror I 
hysterically refused to climb the ladder and struggled with every bit 
of strength I could muster.  It took both of them to even get me near 
it.  My frantic struggles only made them have to work harder, but  
they got me there.  Both of them combined were way stronger than me, 
even if I hadn't been bound.  Chuck threw the noose around my neck 
while Eric held me; a task I didn't make easy for him because of my 
kicking and thrashing.  However, once the rope was tightened around 
my throat, and Chuck started pulling the other end, it was either 
climb the damn ladder or choke then and there.  Eric guided me up the 
few rungs, then held me steady at the top till Chuck was able to 
throw the end over the branch once more and pull out the slack.  He 
pulled till I was forced to stand on my tiptoes--I suppose he thought 
being able to stand on the bottoms of my feet would be too easy for 
me.  I was also forced to stop fighting and screaming, to stay calm 
and  concentrate all my will on keeping my balance.
	So here I stood...on top of that rickety, shaking stepladder, 
half naked, shivering with cold and absolute terror...my wrists tied 
behind me, still gagged...my heels unable to touch the shaking, 
uneven structure that was the only thing keeping me alive.  And they 
were talking about making me scream....making me fall.
	I now understood the extent of Chuck's fury at having been 
outsmarted by me initially.  I saw he meant it when he'd shouted that 
he would kill me.  And Eric, the cop from New York who'd foiled my 
revenge had also sealed my fate.  He had nothing against me 
personally--in fact he seemed to like me.  But he had a rape fantasy 
he'd come to fulfill, and thanks to Chuck, he was discovering an even 
darker side to himself.  Seeing me at the edge of death, helpless, 
bound, scared beyond comprehension, was exciting him more than he 
probably would have admitted, even to himself.  To Chuck it was 
personal, and I was a bitch who was going to pay.  To Eric it was a 
fantasy, and I was merely a body--a non-person.  
	This meant of course, that I was going to hang.  I knew when 
I lost my precarious footing on this ladder there wouldn't be much of 
a fall, so I would strangle slowly.  But first I was going to be the 
object of some terrible game that could have come straight from a 
macabre carnival in Hell....I could almost hear a demonic barker 
shouting "HURT THE BITCH AND MAKE HER FALL....MAKE HER HANG AND WIN 
IT ALL!!!"
	I was going to hang...ohgod, oh yes indeed....but first I was 
going to suffer...
	I watched helplessly as they cut small branches from nearby 
trees;  some with leaves still clinging to them, some without.  As 
kids, most of us called these switches...used by parents before 
everybody got all PC to swat us with when we misbehaved.  I'd never 
felt more afraid of a switch than I did at that moment.
	Chuck approached me first with his switch, and was taunting 
me with it....trailing it down my body gently and speaking to me with 
soft menace.
	"Ready Bitch?  Stay focused, now..."
	His arm raised, and it was a great effort to not flinch 
away.  I bit into the gag and tried to prepare for the pain, but when 
the blow landed across my thighs it was all I could do to remain 
still.  The fiery sting whipped thru my nerves--making me jerk 
despite the necessity to remain as still as possible.  I couldn't 
help crying out.
	When Eric stepped up for his turn I looked him in the eye, 
but he looked away from my gaze and chose to land his blow across my 
butt, made bare after he pulled my teddy down further.  Again I cried 
out and shuddered violently, but again I managed somehow to keep my 
footing.  The noose, so tight around my neck was a constant reminder 
that I had to keep still, no matter what they did to me.
	"Asshole, you hit like a girl!", Chuck was laughing.  He then 
whipped his switch across my bare breasts.  That hurt so bad I wanted 
to curl up into a wailing, wounded little ball, but of course all I 
could do was make my feet stay steady, move as little as possible, 
and howl my pain into the gag.
	This went on for what seemed like forever, and very little of 
my flesh was spared.  When they tired of the switches, they removed 
their belts and hit me with those.  Many times I very nearly 
overtuned the shaky ladder, my feet scrambling madly to keep it from 
toppling.  One of those times was because of a terrible cramp in my 
right calf.  As if I wasn't enduring enough pain, my own body added 
to it.  Having to stay on tiptoes was straining my calf muscles to 
the limit, so a cramp was inevitable.  Hoping my left leg wouldn't 
cramp up at the same time, I was forced to shift my weight entirely 
to the ball of my left foot while I flexed my right foot upwards in a 
desperate attempt to make the clenching muscles loosen up.  Luckily 
it was Eric's turn when the cramp hit, and he waited till it looked 
like I had the agony in my leg under control before he delivered his 
blow.  To his credit, and Chuck's scorn, he didn't hit me as hard 
that time.  To make up for that, Chuck hit me extra hard when his 
turn came around.
	My whole body felt on fire from the constant beating, and 
every muscle felt strained to the limit with my efforts to keep from 
falling.  I knew I couldn't last much longer, and once I even 
considered cheating them by simply stepping off the ladder and ending 
the unbearable suffering.  The only thing stopping me was my will to 
live.  I didn't want to die that way.  I didn't want to die at all.  
Still, there was only so much pain I could stand and still keep 
myself from writhing enough to fall from my unsteady perch.
	"Chuck, I don't think she's gonna fall", said Eric after 
they'd lashed every part of me that was already stinging from the 
switches, "why don't we quit, ok?  I'm about to burst here".
	Chuck was lighting a cigarette as Eric was speaking, and he 
moved close to me again.  Looking up at me with an evil grin, he blew 
smoke at me and replied.
	"Yeah, ok.  We'll stop.  But first I want to try one more 
thing..."
	With that, he lifted the cigarette to one of my exposed and 
welted breasts, but slowly...making me flinch back despite the 
danger.  I shook my head frantically, wailing and trying to plead 
with him wordlessly not to do it.  When the smoldering end of the 
butt finally touched the side of my right breast the explosion of 
pain was too intense to stay still.
	Shrieking madly, my body reacted to the pain of fire by 
instinctively twisting violently to escape it, despite the frantic 
warning from what remained of my rational mind.  My agony was finally 
stronger than my body's ability to endure it and remain still.  I'm 
only human.
	My screams rose in panic when I felt the ladder finally tip 
beyond the reach of my feet to retrieve it.  Then all cries were cut 
off cleanly when my tumble was stopped short by the rope snapping 
around my neck.
	I was only dimly aware of my body turning at the end of the 
rope....of my feet kicking frantically to find some purchase, and of 
Eric shouting "SHIT!!!" in a high, frightened voice.  Mostly what I 
was aware of was the enourmous pressure in my head, like it would 
explode, and the horrible pain in my throat and neck from supporting 
my whole body.  It was amazing how swiftly both my screams and breath 
were cut off.  My kicking was only tightening the rope more, but I 
couldn't stop.  
	These things happened in only a few split seconds I suppose.  
Before my body had turned in a complete circle, the pressure from my 
neck and head lifted somewhat when I felt strong arms about my waist 
lifting me quickly.  I could hear my rescuer shouting but his voice 
sounded very far away because of the dull roaring in my ears as the 
blood trapped there tried to flow again.
	"Chuck HELP me Goddammit!!  Give me your knife!"
	Eric was holding me aloft awkwardly, shouting for Chuck to 
help after he'd tried unsuccessfully to loosen the noose with one 
panicky hand.  His other arm was around me to keep me from hanging 
again.  The noose had become terribly tight when I'd briefly swung 
from it.  The worst of the pressure was off my neck, but I still felt 
like I was strangling.
	I could hear Chuck laughing....the bastard.
	"Hey check it out....I won".
	"CHUCK!", Eric sounded desperate.
	"Why don't you just let her hang?  It would be less trouble"
	Fuck you, I thought.  God how I hated him.  I was wishing I'd 
just killed him while I had the chance.  But despite his cruel jokes 
he responded quickly enough, cutting the rope himself while Eric was 
still frantically reaching for the knife and trying to keep me aloft 
with one arm.
	Because of Eric's awkward hold on me, when the rope was 
suddenly cut I fell to the ground, my sudden plummet causing him to 
lose his grip on me.
	"Ohgod!  Oh shit!!...Oh Heather, I'm sorry....oh MAN!!"
	Eric was babbling with the fervor of an unbeliever who 
suddenly bursts into prayer when faced with danger as he knelt beside 
me and removed the gag. I barely felt the pain of the tape being 
pulled from my face with panicky swiftness.  He yanked at the noose 
still around my neck until the knots finally began to give. I was 
gasping precious air as deeply as I could, though it hurt my throat, 
then coughing which hurt it even worse.  I had turned onto my side, 
coughing painfully and sobbing with a mixture of lingering terror 
from my brush with death, and relief that I was still alive. The fact 
that every bit of my body felt afire with pain from the many welts 
and recent burn didn't slow my tears down either.
	Eric untied my wrists, still babbling apologies.  Despite his 
excitement at my peril, he'd obviously been scared badly.  Not quite 
as much as me, but I suppose it's a good thing he was.  I didn't 
doubt that Chuck would have just let me hang till my frantic kicking 
and all other motion stopped.  I couldn't see Chuck from where I was 
laying at the moment, and couldn't hear him either.  But I could feel 
him silently watching, and I could still feel his malevolence toward 
me, only somewhat quelled by my torture so far.
	While I was still on the ground, Eric suddenly gripped me and 
turned me onto my back.  His hands moved further down and pulled my 
skimpy garment the rest of the way off me.  He was breathing heavily 
and moaning, and incredibly, still saying he was sorry over and over 
even as he was undoing his pants.
	Although I was no longer tied, I didn't try to fight or even 
offer a token resistance when his hands pulled my knees apart.  When 
his body lowered onto mine, and his hardness plunged into me, I only 
kept sobbing...no less than before, but no more either.  I had almost 
died, and was still reeling from that.  So being violated on the cold 
and dirty ground, although rude, wasn't the worst thing to have 
happened this night.  At least I was alive.
	Chuck dropped to his knees beside my head then and growled at 
Eric to "move back some, motherfucker".  Eric complied by grasping 
each of my legs on either side of him and pulling my lower body up as 
he sat up on his knees, leaving me with my shoulders and head on the 
ground.  This new position allowed deeper penetration, and he resumed 
pumping into me with even more enthusiasm.
	Before I could barely adjust, Chuck picked up my head, 
sliding one knee under my neck and began shoving his hard, hateful 
cock between my lips, still parted by my steady sobbing.  
	I started to resist then--to fight.  I knew it wouldn't do 
any good, but I had to try. I couldn't stop thinking that he would 
have killed me--after all, he made me fall.  His determination to 
fuck my mouth, to me, meant only that he was going to finish the job 
by choking me to death with his cock instead of hanging me.
	My head twisted violently away from him.  I was screaming 
then, my unbound arms and hands lashing out to slap, scratch, 
pinch....anything to keep him from doing that to me.  Chuck put down 
the rebellion quickly--he was much stronger and my position wasn't a 
very good one for fighting anyway.  After a volley of fresh slaps and 
curses, he held my arms easily even as he held my head in place and 
filled my mouth with his hardness as I knew he would eventually.  
Soon, both men were pumping into me at both ends with urgent abandon.
	Eric came first--the speed of his eager plunges building to a 
frantic pace till I felt him throbbing inside me and the unmistakable 
sticky wetness as his ejaculate filled me.  Chuck had been thrusting 
cruelly into my already aching throat, and I was praying he would 
finish soon.  Since Eric was making no secret of his orgasm, with his 
loud groans and shouts of "Oh Christ I'm cumming", I figured surely 
Chuck wouldn't be far behind.  They were both wildly excited by my 
earlier torture and peril.
	Eric withdrew and collapsed on the ground next to me, 
panting.  Chuck pulled out of my mouth some and and asked,
	"What's wrong bitch?  Your throat hurt?"
	I managed a small nod, although I didn't expect he'd show me 
any mercy--I knew he'd probably just laugh before plunging in even 
deeper.  He surprised me by pulling out completely.
	"Ok!  I won't fuck it anymore....for now."
	I gasped then with horror when he turned me over roughly, 
cackling wildly.  I cried out in horror when I felt his still swollen 
cock shoving against my ass.
	"NOOOO!!!  OHGOD NOT THERE!!"
	"Eric just fucked your pussy, slut.  I don't want sloppy 
seconds!"
	With that, he shoved forward with a beastly grunt, forcing 
himself into my ass brutally, and forcing the loudest and longest 
scream from me yet.  The pain was so sudden and so huge that after 
that first agonized scream I couldn't even draw in enough breath to 
breathe or even scream again for what felt like an eternity.  
	He began fucking me then, increasing his brutal stabs as I 
shrieked in wrenching agony, clawed at the ground and begged him to 
stop.  
	Through a haze of pain and shock I was dimly aware of Eric's 
face close to mine.  He lay next to me, his eyes darting from Chuck's 
brutal performance to the contortions of suffering on my face.  He 
was getting excited again and started kissing me, muffling my screams 
with his mouth.
	It didn't take Chuck that long to finish with me, although it 
felt like forever.   I felt my insides flooded with his foul jism a 
few moments before he finally pulled out of me.  As I lay sobbing 
with pain and relief that it was over, I was horrified when Eric took 
his place behind me.
	"NO!!!  Oh NO!!! DON'T!!!  OH PLEASE NO MORE!!!", I screamed 
hysterically.  But Eric, who apparently didn't mind sloppy seconds at 
all, quickly forced his own still-hard cock into my stretched and 
wounded rectum.
	Although not quite as brutal as Chuck had been, his arousal 
at having just witnessed my last anal rape made him quite deaf to my 
pleas.  Soon he was carried away and fucking my ass with painful 
pounding strokes as my sobs and screams rang out into the dark 
night.  My face scraped back and forth across the ground...my tears 
were turning the dirt there to mud.
	I could hear Chuck laughing and making encouraging remarks to 
his pal as he doused the small fire and walked back and forth, 
gathering up the lanterns, ladder and rope and putting them in the 
car.
	It took Eric much longer to cum this time, and his thrusts 
were picking up a speed every bit as brutal as Chuck's had been.  
Somewhere along the way, carried away by his lust and fulfillment of 
what was likely a lifetime of a forbidden wish to rape a woman, Eric 
had dropped whatever concern he'd had for me at first, and now seemed 
bent on making every second of this rare opportunity count.  I was 
sure I would die of the pain before he was finally finished with me.  
	Finally he did finish, and withdrew from me silently.  He 
left me there still sobbing, and walked back to the car, where I 
heard him get inside and close the door, still without saying a 
word.  Chuck walked back over to where I lay, still shell-shocked, 
dropped my clothes on the ground next to me, and told me to get 
dressed.  He'd even found my missing sweater.
	I was cold and shivering, but couldn't move.  I just kept 
crying.  Chuck squatted next to me and I winced, fully expecting a 
new torrent of abuse, but he just sighed and said, "Oh, Heather...."  
in an odd voice that sounded like a mixture of exasperation, pity and 
maybe even a touch of remorse, but I doubt it.  He hauled me into a 
sitting position and helped me into my clothes almost tenderly, as if 
I were a doll or a small child, and  I winced and cried out in fresh 
pain when the material touched my many welts.
	Nobody said much on the ride back into town.  Instead of the 
trunk, they put me in the back seat where I lay silent and still as 
if dead.  As much as I hadn't wanted to die when the noose had been 
around my neck, I wished for death now.  Actually, I just wanted out 
of my own abused body...being inside it was hurting too much.  Every 
part of me hurt.
	Back at the hotel, I was hoping against hope that they would 
just let me out and leave, but that wasn't to be.  Incredibly, the 
bastards still weren't done with me, and the night was about to get 
much longer.

*****

To Be Concluded...



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