Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 1 by DEDHeather94 It must have been six months or so after that night that I finally saw American Psycho, the movie I had intended to see, well... that night. I'd never made it inside the theater. My plans were rudely changed when I was abducted from the parking lot at knifepoint. Thanks to my flirting, teasing and overall stupidity I spent the evening being brutally raped, abused and tormented by a real psycho....one I'd mistaken for a friend. I'm sure you remember Chuck. I know I can never forget him, no matter how hard I've tried. Chuck. Former online friend...fellow writer...handsome.....sadistic...lousy bastard! I hated him still. Sure he could have hurt me a lot worse, but who cares? He hurt me enough. He hurt me plenty. He was forced to give up his online pursuit of me after I blocked him from sending me any more email or instant messages. Poof...no more Chuck and his demented ravings about that night and how he knew I loved it. No more threats to come back either....those threats had totally terrified and unnerved me while sending my private parts into an aching, throbbing mess. And don't forget....I hated him. So you see, I couldn't talk to him anymore. It was all too confusing. I was still hit with flashbacks on occasion, though not nearly as bad as before, when it was all still fresh...before my bruises and cuts healed. To my everlasting shame, I would not only remember the terror and violence of that night, but the stunning force of the orgasms he'd forced from me--mind shattering eruptions that came from God only knew what dark part of myself. But that's not the worst of it....I might as well confess further....It wasn't just the memory of the orgasms that would send my nether regions into a frenzy and set my whole body afire with lust. I wish I could say it was just that...then maybe I would've felt halfway normal....maybe. What bothered me the most was how the memory of the terror, helplessness and pain would bring on the same reaction. How could the horrible memory of how the knife felt against my throat while being forced to swallow his cock make me throb?? How crazy was I to be able to bring myself to a crashing orgasm while remembering the rope around my neck, cutting off my air...re-living how it felt to face certain death while being painfully sodomized?? I'm no closer to understanding these things than I was when it happened, during those terribly strange days after the attack when I was forced by my own shame and guilt to stay silent and pretend it never happened. I was hoping that over time I could even believe my own charade. ******* I had gotten to a point in my life when I no longer thought about Chuck and what happened that night every second of the day. I'd pushed the whole incident into the deepest part of my secret self. It seemed the best way to make it all go away. I still hadn't told anyone, although I wrote several more rape stories that had gained something of a dubious popularity on the net. My readers were impressed with the realistic edge my tales of peril seemed to have. I just smiled and kept writing. At least it gave me an outlet without having to confront all these conflicted feelings of rage and arousal. The day I discovered American Psycho had come out on video something shifted inside me and that night came back to me. At first I passed it by, unable to even look at the picture or writing on the box. Then I was annoyed with myself for my cowardice and rented it after all. I reasoned that I'd been wanting to see the damn movie, and he hadn't let me, so why should I let him stop me from seeing it now? Good attitude....Bad idea. I was shocked and thought I must be losing my mind when the first close-up of the actor playing the title role revealed a startling resemblance to my rapist. Why the hell did he have to look like him?? Surely I was only seeing things because of the connection between that movie and that night, but I still saw Chuck when I looked at him. Several times I resisted the impulse to just turn it off, but I sat thru it all with grim determination. The dude playing Patrick Bateman was NOT Chuck, dammit! He was a handsome, very talented actor named Christian Bale, and I was just being ridiculous! That night I had terrible nightmares about being chased down a hallway by a crazed naked man who was covered in blood and weilding a chainsaw. That happened to be a scene from the movie, but in my dream it wasn't Patrick Bateman that chased me. Do I really need to say who it was? I haven't had nightmares over a stupid movie since I was a kid! The anger I'd never really dealt with took even deeper root after that. For a time after the nightmare, I would feel pure anger and nothing else when I remembered that night. Those pesky sexual stirrings even went away....to my relief. The anger felt good and I latched onto it. I'd been blaming myself for so long, and still did to a certain extent, but in my mind at least, Chuck finally began to share in the blame. Ok, so I'd teased him. Ok, so I'd been tricked into giving him too much information. Ok, so I'd roleplayed the part of his victim perfectly during our computer chats. Did any of that give him the right to make me his victim for real?? Some of you may say no, of course not. Some would probably say Hell YES. To those I would say this-- there's assholes everywhere, so who cares what you think? Soon I became angry with myself for hiding from Chuck online. Why should I hide? He couldn't hurt me over the computer. My anger was growing more every day and I decided it was time to face him again. Vague ideas of seeking some sort of revenge were trying to form, although I had no clue what I could possibly do to him...but the thought of making him pay somehow was too seductive to ignore once it entered my head. I unblocked him, and waited. I didn't have long to wait before the messages began again. Our first conversation was something like this; Chuck: Where have you been? Heather: Nowhere. I've had you blocked. Chuck: I see. So why did you unblock me? Heather: I was hoping maybe you'd dropped dead. No such luck. Chuck: How have you been? Heather: None of your business. Our exchanges were like that for a while. My nastiness never seemed to bother him much. He was almost sickeningly nice despite my hostility. He started being weird again before long, telling me he wanted me again, quite desperately, and that he just knew I wanted him too. I told him to get bent, eat shit, go fuck himself, and a host of other charming sentiments when he would say those things, but nothing I said would make him mad enough to leave me alone. I was getting flustered and beginning to wonder why the hell I'd unblocked him. My idea of revenge was going nowhere. Then one night it hit me....a real plan. It would be dangerous, maybe even deadly if I messed it up. Oh, but if it worked! Oh yes...The Vile Gamer would learn something about helplessness, pain and humiliation. It would be a lesson he wouldn't soon forget either. The cautious part of me, the side of myself that worked so hard to pretend that night had never happened and move on with my life was horrified to say the least. Sometimes I was nearly overwhelmed with the madness of what I was planning, and tried to make myself stop. But there was a part of me that couldn't pretend anymore. It was angry all the time and punished my rational mind with flashbacks and nightmares whenever I thought of backing down. Finally it came down to either doing this thing or going mad. While I was busy gathering things I would need and working out the details in my mind, I gradually became more friendly with Chuck. I admitted to him how part of me still became aroused when I remembered what happened, although it galled me to tell him this. I refused to agree to another "meeting" at first, pretending fear and guilt over my conflicted feelings (and let's face it, pretending such a thing wasn't that much of a stretch). Eventually, I pretended to let him talk me into it. It wasn't hard to make him believe I wanted another encounter as much as he did, since his ego was already convinced of it. I told him I would get the room this time. I told him that one of my hottest fantasies was to be awakened, then taken in my bed by an "intruder". Since my own bed was out of the question, another hotel bed would have to do. I told him I'd leave him a key at the front desk. Chuck was nearly ecstatic over the idea. "I knew you'd come around!", he wrote, adding "I think I might even bring a surprise for you this time". "That would be nice", I replied, but didn't think about it any further. I cared nothing for his surprise, because he was the one who had a surprise waiting. Maybe I should have thought about it. * * * * The night of my carefully planned revenge on the Vile Gamer finally came. It had taken over a month to get ready for it...both the details and my nerve. I was very nervous and more than a little scared, but his day of reckoning was here and I was determined to go thru with it. I could barely hold the key to the room, my fingers were trembling so badly. A duplicate was waiting at the front desk, as I'd promised, for a "Mr. Black" to claim it. I eventually managed to keep my own key steady enough to unlock the door, and quickly ducked into the room I'd reserved earlier that week. Once again it was a Saturday night, and I told my husband that I was going to the movies. I'm sure he was glad I was out of the house since I'd been very much on edge all that week. I blamed it on my job. My poor darling....I felt terribly guilty to be lying to him this way; but it wasn't like I was planning to cheat on him or anything. I was getting revenge for him too, even if he didn't know it. He told me he thought a movie night would do me good since it had been so long since my last one. He had no idea it was stark terror, rather than disinterest which kept me away from the theater. Just the thought of sitting in that parking lot again made me shudder and nearly cry. The relaxing and innocent fun of my movie nights was ruined forever for me now--something else Chuck was going to pay for. I hoped. Now here I was, not in the dreaded theater parking lot where the bastard could possibly show up again, but in a room where he most definitely would show up (of that I had no doubt), with a key to get in waiting for him. The irony was a bit much. I set the shopping bag I'd brought with me on the bed and quickly began to prepare. He would be here very soon and I didn't have much time. When my other preparations were in place I stripped off my sweater, jeans, bra and panties, then donned a silky black teddy I'd bought just for this occasion. I turned off all the lights except for a corner lamp, which I covered with a sheer black nylon scarf. Doing this cast the room into semi-darkness with only a softly muted glow to see by. For what I was planning I needed as much darkness as possible, but still be able to see. I pulled back the covers of the bed and slipped between the cool sheets, positioning myself to look as if I were sleeping. This was how he expected to find me so we could play out my "fantasy". As I lay there on my side, one hand under my pillow, I touched the object I had hidden there and wondered for the zillionth time if I could really go through with this crazy scheme. I'd never done anything this dangerous in my entire life. I felt very vulnerable despite my careful plans. I was terrified, but at this point in the game it didn't matter. He would be here any moment and I had no choice anymore...there was no turning back. The only way out (besides trying to run, then and there) would be to hide my hidden object somewhere else and go thru with what Chuck thought we were going to do, which was spend the next several hours being used and abused by him again. I ignored the damn lying tingle this thought caused and was more determined than ever to go thru with MY plan, not his. On and on my mind raced and pondered while I waited for him, and I was so wound up that I had to clench my teeth to keep from screaming when I heard his key in the lock. I forced myself to take a few deep breaths when I heard the door slowly open. Since I was supposed to be pretending sleep, I screwed my eyes tightly shut as I heard him approach, but they flew open again when I heard his voice. "Heatherrrr...", he half-whispered. I jumped, startled despite knowing he was there, and looked up at him. He was cloaked in shadows, yet I recognized him immediately. Seeing his face again nearly froze my blood and I feared I wouldn't have the nerve after all. A kalaidescope of terrifying images flashed thru my mind's eye....his switchblade at my open car window....his mocking sneers and laughter....his handsome features contorted in rage at my attempted escape....the sight of my own face in the mirror when it was over-- the bruises, the swollen lips, the rope burns and smeared blood. I didn't expect this paralyzing parade of flashbacks.....Ohgod, I COULDN'T just freeze like this!! He laughed somewhat nervously it sounded like, then spoke again. "Just making double sure I have the right room. Wow...do I ever! look at you..." Without further preamble he sat on the bed beside me and began touching me....my face....my neck...my hair. Then his hands boldly moved down to my breasts, fondling and squeezing till my nipples sprang to attention under the thin silky material that covered them. I gazed up at him, my heart pounding. I was nearly sick with nerves and fright now that the moment was at hand. "Lookin good, Babe...", His voice was roughened with lust. His breathing became heavy with excitement as he continued to explore my body. My traitorous bitch of a cunt was suddenly alive and wet. How easy it would have been to just submit to his expert handling....to surrender to the dark longings his touches awakened in me....to let go and be his victim one more time....after all it would have been way less dangerous than what I was planning...I was appalled to hear my own excited gasps and moans.....ooohhhhh... NO!!! I snapped out of the hypnotic pull of my own arousal...I knew I must NOT let this happen!!! How could I allow myself to consider it even for a moment?? How could I possibly allow myself to be seduced by the man I hated most in the world? I stiffened and jerked away from him...and from his evil seductive power over me. I shoved him hard as I squirmed away from his touches. He was laughing quietly at my sudden struggle, believing the game was about to start in earnest. "So....my little bitch wants to play rough again...fine with me". He smiled and pulled his shirt over his head. It was now or never. As Chuck was removing his shirt, and before I could weaken again, I quickly shoved my hand back under the pillow and groped for the thing I had hidden there. It was a stun-gun...advertised to send enough volts thru an attacker to render him unconscious, but cause no real or lasting harm. I'd found it on the internet, and had set this date with Chuck only after it was delivered. With no time to further ponder the matter of could I do it, I drove it into his side while his shirt was over his head and squeezed the trigger. He never saw it coming. There was a horrifying split second when I was sure it hadn't worked. He had been poised over my body, ready to grab at me again, when he suddenly stiffened, making no noise except for a strangled grunt, then fell onto me...pinning me to the bed with his dead weight. He lay across me, silent and motionless. I began to feel panic as I squirmed and struggled to get out from beneath him. I didn't know how long his paralysis would last, but for those frantic moments I was sure he'd come out of it before I could free myself. That would be just my luck, after all. Gathering all my strength, I finally managed to scoot out from under him, and promptly fell to the floor on my behind. While down there, I quickly rolled onto my stomach and reached for the closest restraint. Earlier I'd tied four seperate lengths of strong rope tightly to each of the bed's legs, hiding the loose ends under the bed itself so nothing would be visible in the darkness. Now I seized one of the ends that would restrain one of Chuck's wrists--the wrists, of course would have to be tied first so he couldn't grab me if he came out of it before I was finished. Scrambling to my feet with the free end of the rope clutched in my fist, I was instantly dismayed to realize I would have to roll him over and do quite a bit of shoving to get him positioned right. Oh Great!! , I thought. He's going to come out of it for sure now. Why the hell hadn't I thought of that before?? I was still grimly determined to finish what I'd set in motion, so with many a grunt and curse I somehow managed to get him turned onto his back and more or less in the middle of the bed. Despite my growing panic I forced myself to tie the knots good on each wrist, making sure they were where he couldn't reach them with his fingers. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was satisfied that both wrists were tightly restrained, then moved to the foot of the bed where I fished out the ends that would tie his ankles. I was halfway finished restraining his second ankle when Chuck began to stir. I nearly panicked but fought the urge to stun him again. Instead, I threw my leg over his and sat on it while I finished tying the last knot. He was groaning when I stepped off the bed, but not quite aware yet of what had happened. I stood there, absently rubbing my sore bottom where I'd landed on it earlier, and observed with trepidation my captive's return to consciousness. ***** To be Continued....
Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 2 by DEDHeather94 Chuck saw me standing there and looked puzzled for a moment. He made a move as if to get up and his eyes widened in shock as he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. He looked wildly about, seeing for the first time the predicament he was in. I couldn't help but flinch when he began to violently struggle against his bonds. I was praying fervently that I'd tied them tightly enough. Apparently I had, because his struggles soon stopped and he stared at me with a mixture of astonishment, fear and rage. I was trembling in the face of that rage and had to remind myself that he couldn't get at me. He did, however, begin to curse me soundly. "You fucking BITCH!!!", he screamed, making me flinch again, "What the FUCK did you DO TO ME??" Again he pulled and strained against the rope with all his strength it seemed, cursing and yelling the whole time. I felt stupid standing there trembling when he was the one that was helpless, so I finally found my voice and some of my courage, despite the way his muscles were straining. Could he actually break the damn rope? For my sake I was hoping against hope that he couldn't. "Shut UP!", I said loudly, "or....or you get this again!" I wielded the stun-gun at him in a threatening manner. I tried to keep my hands from shaking while doing so, but I don't think I did a good job of it. The astonishment returned to his face briefly, then the rage again--more so than ever. "So that's what you did! Oh...you bitch! Ohhhh...just wait you little CUNT!! I'll fucking KILL you!!" "I don't think so you bastard", I said quietly. "Haven't you noticed who's tied up this time?" I wasn't gloating or laughing or anything I'd imagined myself doing when I daydreamed this moment. In truth, I was still too amazed that I'd actually done this; that it had really worked. There was also something else that kept me from doing any victory jigs ....Chuck still frightened me, even though it didn't appear he could escape. But remembering the pain and terror he'd inflicted on me before....the rage he'd pounded into me with...God help me if the rope or my knots didn't hold him. He probably would kill me if he could get free. Dammit it wasn't fair that I should still be afraid of him! He was the helpless one now...just as I'd wanted. I was hoping this unreasonable fear of my captive would pass soon. I wanted him to be afraid, not still scaring me! "Oh I see", he sneered, "So it's payback time, huh little Heather? This is why you suddenly started talking to me again?" Something was wrong. Why wasn't he more scared? Maybe he knew I had no sadist in me. The idea of hurting someone badly made me sick, but there was no way he could know that, at least not for sure. So despite my discomfort in my new role, I threw my shoulders back and tried to put on a front. "Yeah Chuck....you got it. Payback's a bitch", I said with what I hoped was a tough voice. "YOU'RE a bitch!!!....So what are you gonna do now? Huh?? You gonna rape me Heather?" Some of his rage rubbed off on me when he started to laugh. "Shut up", I said again. Great comeback, I know. Truthfully I hadn't really decided what I was going to do with him. No way was I going to "rape" him or have sex of any kind with him. Most of my planning involved getting him tied and helpless. The only clear plan beyond that was how to let him loose without getting killed. I'd already decided that whenever I was done...doing whatever I was going to do, I would stun him again and untie one wrist. By the time he was free I'd be long gone. Thank God he didn't know where I lived. Great, I thought--I'd planned the capture and the release, but had no clue what to do in between, besides maybe tease him to unbearable frustration. Now I didn't even feel like doing that. "Hey, I really wouldn't mind", he continued in a mocking seductive voice, "you look really good baby. Won'tcha come on over here....attack me. You know you want to". I suddenly saw red...he was just such an asshole!! I was suddenly at his side, breathing hard. How dare he mock me?? How dare he even be angry in the first place after what he did to me?? "FUCK YOU!!!", I screamed. Still grinning, he stuck out his tongue and waggled it suggestively at me. "Yeaaahh baby....that's what I'm talkin about!" He was laughing again and I wanted to kill him....even his frightening rage was better than this! Without thinking, I reacted with instinctive violence. The loud noise of my hand connecting with his grinning face cut his laughter short. In my rage I'd hit him really hard...harder than I'd ever hit anybody (and truthfully I couldn't remember ever hitting anybody that way before). My palm stung with the force of it, and a tattoo of my handprint stood out on his face, which was no longer smiling. "You'll pay for that you cunt", he snarled through gritted teeth. The slap had startled me as well. I was biting back the automatic "I'm sorry" that wanted to pop out over long habit of civilized behavior. Instead I tried to play it off like inflicting pain was the most natural thing in the world to me. I doubt he was fooled. "I've paid enough, Chuck", I said with bravado, "Tonight it's your turn to pay". "We'll see, bitch". I didn't like how he was smiling again...like he knew something I didn't. I stood there a moment (biting my lip like a stupid girl) trying to decide if I should even attempt to stay and keep up this charade that I really had no stomach for. I was thinking maybe I should just zap him again and get the hell out of there. That was sounding like the better plan, because I didn't want to be here anymore. The vibes were all wrong. Instead of triumph all I felt was the panic of impending doom. But then where was Chuck's punishment in that?. I should have realized that being outsmarted by a woman was probably the worst punishment I could inflict on a guy like him then followed my instincts...and run like hell. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sharp knock sounded on the door. What the hell?? Calm down, I thought. Somebody obviously has the wrong room. Then the knock was repeated, this time accompanied by a male voice. "Open up....Police" I gasped with surprise and some shock...Police?? What were the police doing here?? Of course....Chuck's yells must have annoyed one of the other guests enough to call them. Shit!! I felt vaguely resentful that no police showed up the last time I was in a room with this guy. I'd screamed...at least before the threat of his knife silenced me...then later a gag had muted the loudest, most agonized ones... "Aren't you going to answer that?" I looked at Chuck then...torn from my reverie and indecision...and was flustered by the look of smug triumph on his face. Quickly I ran to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth which I promptly stuffed in his mouth, ignoring the look of pure hate in his eyes. I was halfway to the door when I realized that all I had on was the silky black teddy I'd put on earlier to entice my "guest". I was frantically searching for my clothes when the cop knocked again...louder this time. "Just a minute!" I trilled, as is everything was fine and dandy while tugging my jeans on over the teddy. I couldn't spot my sweater anywhere, but said to hell with it and finally went to the door. Mindful of the sight of Chuck behind me, spread out and bound to the bed as he was, I only opened the door a little. Sure enough, there was a policeman on the other side of it looking at me quizzically. In fact he was outright staring, and actually looked more astounded than quizical. I really didn't understand his surprise...was it my attire? Surely he'd seen women answer his knocks wearing less. The top of my teddy wasn't even all that revealing. "Yes officer?", I inquired politely (and calmly I hoped). He was rather handsome...maybe not as conventionally so as Chuck, but he had what looked like a friendly face, nice mild blue eyes, and blonde curling hair under his police cap. He stared at me for a few moments and appeared to be at a loss for words, as if he had expected somebody else....anybody else to open the door. Maybe he had the wrong room after all. "Is there a problem?", I asked tentatively. "Uhh...well.....um....", He looked terribly distracted and I was becoming every bit as puzzled as he seemed to be. Finally he spoke. "There were some complaints of noises coming from this room", he said uncertainly, "Is everything all right?". He was trying to look over my head and behind me, trying to see inside. I was trying the best I could to block him from seeing anything, and babbling an apology for the noise when Chuck suddenly let loose with a godawful shout behind his gag. Holy Christ!! What can he be thinking I wondered with real surprise. Pissed off he may be, but why would he want the cops in on this?? This was between us, just like the first time...and I didn't go to the cops on him! I felt indignation and more than a little disgust at what I considered to be his cowardice. Was he really scared of me after all? The cop looked at me, his eyes suddenly wide, and I'm sure I looked guilty as hell, but I wasn't prepared to be shoved backwards by the door as Officer Friendly forced his way into the room, nearly making me fall on my ass for the second time that night. "Hey!!", I yelled, both frightened and outraged, "You can't DO that!!" Ignoring my protests, the cop charged into the room, and the first sight to greet him was Chuck, bound and gagged and thrashing for all he was worth. He was clearly wanting help from the cop. No, that's not quite right--actually he seemed to be demanding his help! Fucking tattletale wuss, I thought with contempt. The policeman seemed genuinely shocked at the sight--what was the matter with him?? Had he never heard of sex games? That's what the scene would have looked like to an outsider, just a fun game of bondage between lovers. Of course Chuck's obvious fury was the only thing making it look more serious...but still, the look of shock on the cop's face didn't seem to fit the situation. His jaw had literally dropped! I tried to salvage the situation by offering the obvious explanation...if only Chuck would shut up! "That's just my boyfriend! We were just....you know....playing..." Then I was the one astonished when the cop's initial shock gave way to laughter. I don't mean a few snickers either....great gales of hearty laughter shook his body till he had to bend over. He was laughing so hard that tears were squirting from his eyes and he had to swipe at them. He was laughing as if it weren't a bound and furious man on the bed he was seeing, but Jim Carrey or somebody doing a comedy routine in front of him. I glanced at Chuck, who was glaring at the cop furiously. I was simply dumbstruck. What the hell was so funny?? "Well well...", snorted the cop when he could finally speak, "what have we here?" He was visibly trying to stifle the wild laughter that wanted to erupt again, but having difficulty. Thinking back...Oh God, if I'd only had the sense to realize something was rotton here, perhaps I could have bolted out the door while Officer Zany was having his laughing fit, but I was so amazed I was rooted to the spot. "I told you...he's my boyfriend, officer....we were just...um....you know..." I mumbled. "Playing!....Riiight!", he exclaimed with the same high humor. "Well, let's see what your boyfriend says about it, shall we?" He strode over then and pulled the rag from Chuck's mouth. Once ungagged, Chuck wasted no time. "GET THAT BITCH!!" he screamed. "Oh yeah...good idea my man", and while still chortling laughter he suddenly whirled around and grabbed me by the arms. Before I could do more than gasp with surprise at this new development he'd swiftly cuffed my hands behind my back. "NO!! WAIT!!", I protested. I couldn't believe this shit! He was still laughing as he forced me to sit in one of the chairs. "The DOOR Stupid!!" from Chuck. "Oh, yeah" the cop giggled foolishly then shut and locked the door he'd just charged thru, then returned to me. To my horror and utter confusion, he pulled a length of rope from somewhere in his uniform and started tying my ankles together. I'd never heard of the police doing that! "God you're great! I think I love you already! But really, I can't let you get away with doing that to my friend, Heather" My eyes widened as I started to feel really scared for the first time. How in the hell did he know to call me Heather? And what did he mean "his friend"?? Turning to the prisoner on the bed, he addressed him for the first time. "Hey, how did this happen anyway Chuck? I figured you'd have her good and tied by now! What did she do??" My jaw was the one that dropped then. Chuck? He'd said "CHUCK"! He knew him! Realization dawned on me with a sickening thud. Despite my careful planning I'd been set up! So this was Chuck's "little surprise"! A fucking goddamn PARTNER! No wonder he'd looked so smug! No wonder the "cop" had looked so surprised to see me open the door...and no wonder Chuck had made so much noise! He didn't want his pal to think he had the wrong room and leave him. I realized their plan then without having to be told. Chuck had probably planned to be very rough, very frightening with me, despite his almost warm greeting upon finding me. Then at some point his pal, dressed like a cop, was going to show up, and just when I thought I'd been rescued he was going to suddenly join the festivities. Oh DAMN Chuck!! Triple goddamn him!! I started to shriek then...screaming for help. Unfortunately this new guy was fast and quickly shoved the same washcloth, still in his hand, into my mouth. "Shut that fucking bitch up!!" Chuck was still bound, but his mouth was working fine. "Now now....sssshhhh", my new captor soothed me mockingly, "we can't have all that noise can we? Somebody might call the cops or something!" He burst into new laughter at his own wit. "Goddamn it, untie me Eric!!", Chuck commanded, but Eric was in no hurry. He was still enjoying Chuck's predicament too much. Too much for Chuck's taste anyway. "Come ON!!" the embarrassed prisoner yelled impatiently. "Wait man, you gotta tell me how she did that!" He was still laughing in spurts, which infuriated his bound buddy. "A fucking stun gun, OK?? Now untie me dammit!! Let me at her! I'll shove the goddamn thing up her ASS!", he turned his hateful glare on me then, "You hear me whore?" I sure did, and I was beginning to cry now with real terror. Oh god...he was going to kill me when he got loose! I was sure of it. Not only had I outsmarted him--to an extent anyway--but I'd humiliated him to his friend...someone he'd obviously bragged to about raping me. Now that friend was laughing at him as if this were the funniest thing he'd ever seen. My goose was cooked worse than ever now and I knew it. "A stun gun huh? Clever!" Eric turned to me with what looked like genuine admiration. "I like your style baby." He moved over close to where I sat helpless and shaking. "Your tits aren't bad either!" I squirmed and tried to evade him as he treated himself to a nice feel of them thru the sheer material of the teddy. "Mind if I get a better look?", asked Eric jovially. Using both hands he pulled the thin straps over my shoulders, then pulled down the rest of the front, exposing my breasts to his view. Eyes widening, his expression of admiration deepened as he whistled, exclaimed "Niiiiice", then smiled at me as though we were good friends. Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt humiliation and outrage, but I was too terrified of Chuck's immenent release and vengeance to worry much about his friend's lecherous attentions. "HEY!! Untie me you stupid motherfucker!" Chuck was getting more pissed by the second. "Oh yeah!", Eric laughed again, apparently having the time of his life so far. "Sorry, pal, I got distracted there for a minute. You weren't bullshitting about this chick. She is prettier than her pictures!" "Fucking bitch won't be pretty when I'm done with her!", Chuck was speaking to Eric, but was looking at me. "Aw, come on! Don't be like that...you gotta admit she's pretty cool! Fooled your ass good!" Eric was moving toward Chuck to finally untie him. OH GOD HE COULDN'T!! I tried to get his attention. I was shaking my head desperately...pleading incoherently behind the gag....trying to convey my panic over him freeing Chuck, but I knew it was useless. It was only a matter of time. Maybe I was hoping he'd pity me (or even fear for me) since he seemed to like me, and let me go before untying him. No such luck. "I'll be right back, Sweetness", he winked at me, then bent to work on the knots that were keeping the furious madman safely away from me. Eric suddenly stood up before making much progress, as if a new idea had hit him. He had the look of a mischievious kid. "Hey Chuck! Too bad I'm not half a fag; me and Supergirl here could have some fun with you!" That cracked him up and he was off again with the wild laughter. Chuck wasn't amused at all. He shouted "You MOTHERFUCKER!!", and I swear his face turned purple as he renewed his thrashing struggles. Eric was definitely the only one appreciative of his humor. Maybe if I weren't in such deep shit I would have been amused too, but I was wishing like hell he would stop with the jokes. Chuck was seriously pissed as it was and I knew the more Eric laughed at him the more I would have to pay for it. "Tough room!", declared Officer Wiseass while looking from Chuck to me. Chuck's eyes blazed fierce hatred, while my own could only show stark terror. There was really nothing funny about any of this. "Aw, c'mon Chuckster! You know I'm just fuckin with ya! Supergirl's the one I want". Winking at me again, he bent to untie his friend--for real this time. "Wow....this chick ties some hard knots!....hang on now....hold still dude!" While Eric was working on the knots Chuck never took his eyes off me, and as the old saying goes, if looks could kill...well, you know. When both his hands were free, Chuck shoved his rescuer away and furiously untied his own ankles, muttering and cursing the whole time. I heard myself whimpering uncontrollably the closer he got to freedom. The whimpers dissolved into terrified sobs when he was completely untethered...inside as well as physically, I feared. He turned his hate-filled gaze to me again, but this time there was dark triumph there as well. He nearly fell off the bed like I'd done earlier in his mad scramble to get at me. He was nearly growling during the few seconds it took him to reach my side. He snatched the gag from my mouth, then hauled off and slapped me hard. I gasped at the explosion of pain on my face as my head snapped violently in the other direction. "BITCH!" he spat, then slapped the other side of my face just as hard before I'd had time to recover from the first one. The slaps continued for what seemed forever. Chuck abandoned the back and forth pattern he'd started with and delivered each blow to the left side of my face, chanting "BITCH" every time a blow landed. I was shrieking hysterically at this point. The last time Chuck had slapped me like this had been hard enough to bruise my face and split my lip, yet those had been loving caresses compared to this. Through my cries of pain, hysterical sobs and Chuck's curses, I could dimly hear Eric's voice raised in weak protest. "Oh hey!.....Dude!! Calm down....quit it! Don't fuck up her face!" Eric finally physically intervened by charging forward and grabbing Chuck's arm while it was upraised to deliver yet another blow. Who knows how long he would have gone on slapping me? Or how long before his open palm turned into a fist? I was blearily grateful at first, but unfortunately, Eric's intervention only managed to divert Chuck's unspent fury to another idea....something way darker than slaps. The two men stood staring at each other a moment, Chuck panting with his anger and exertion, then his eyes landed on the butt of the gun on Eric's hip. I hadn't even noticed it yet. Before Eric could react, Chuck seized the revolver from Eric's holster and in a flash had it pointed at my head. "Chuck!! NO!! What the fuck are you DOING??", Eric sounded frightened now. I, however, was beyond frightened. If you've never had a gun pointed at you, there's no way to understand the pure horror...the sick awareness that you're only one jerk of a finger away from death. Ignoring Eric's frantic protests, Chuck began speaking to me in a low, deceptively soft voice which did nothing to conceal the menace. "Did you know Eric here is a real cop? Did you know that Heather?....Oh, of course not. How could you know that? Well he is. One of New York's Finest...aren't you Eric?" I felt some surprise at the information. When Eric was revealed to be Chuck's friend and rape-partner, I'd assumed the cop outfit was fake..all part of my surprise. So Chuck had made friends with a real cop with a rape fantasy over the internet, and had used his considerable writing skills to tell him all about me, his real life victim, then in a burst of friendship and generosity invited him along on his next adventure with me. What a guy. It was all very interesting, but at the moment I had much more to worry about. "Shut up Chuck!" By Eric's uncomfortable reaction to Chuck's revelation, it appeared to be true. "Oh don't worry! She's not gonna tell anybody....are you little Heather?" Fearing he planned to silence me forever as it was, I shook my head slightly...terrified of making a wrong move. "Anyway....that means this is a real gun...believe me?" I nodded yes, crying harder. "Tell me why I shouldn't I blow you to Hell right now you cunt!" He seemed to want an answer, so I attempted to speak, but my words were barely audible in my extreme fright. "I'm....I....I'm s-s-sorry....Ohgod ...oh please..." was about all I could manage. "Oh...are you now?" "yesss-s-s" "Not as sorry as you're going to be, slut" Eric was wide-eyed and fidgeting uncomfortably during this exchange. This was obviously not going the way he'd been expecting. I knew the feeling. "Ah God....Chuck...pal...come on man! Don't do something stupid....it's not worth it!" "She's not worth it!", Chuck sneered, then turned his sarcasm onto his partner. "Whatcha gonna do if I blow this bitch away huh? Arrest me??" Now that things were going his way again, Chuck was the one laughing. "Kind of off your beat aren't you officer? Coming all this way to help me rape some slut....you're up to your neck in this,.. partner!" While taunting Eric, Chuck had been moving the barrel of the gun over my face. I was scared to even breathe....now he softly caresed my trembling lips with the cold steel, caressing them as gently as a lover's fingertip would. Suddenly his other hand gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, simultaneously pushing the gun at my lips harder...hurting them. "Suck on this you whore" Omigod....I couldn't believe he expected me to open my mouth so he could stick a gun in there! How could I? I fixed my eyes on his...trying to plead with him to not do this to me, but the only noise I could make was a soft high-pitched wail. More tears filled my eyes when I saw not a hint of mercy in his. I glanced at Eric quickly, but saw no help there...he looked uneasy, but despite his nicer-guy role in this sick game of good- rapist/ bad -rapist, I saw something in his eyes that frightened me almost as much as the hatred in Chuck's....fascination, and excitement. He wanted to see this! He was perhaps scared too, in a way, but he wanted to see me suck his gun barrel. For him, this was a fantasy, and I was nothing to him...not a person at all in that context. Even if Chuck indeed killed me...maybe he would hate that to happen (especially before he could get more than a squeeze of my breast), but ultimately he knew Chuck was right....there'd be nothing he could do about it without bringing trouble on himself. "P-p-please...I can't"...I whispered. "Do it Bitch", ...I heard a click as he cocked the gun, "or I decorate the fuckin walls with your useless brains!" That did it. With a gasping sob, I parted my lips somehow and felt the cold hard steel of the weapon being pushed into my mouth. The metallic oily taste was like death itself to me. Chuck's grip on my hair tightened as he started moving the gun in and out; pushing it harder and further inside each time, building speed. My mind couldn't let go of the knowledge that the gun was cocked, and any wrong move on his part or mine would be the end of me...I was so sure it would go off, I didn't bother praying that it wouldn't....I only prayed that I wouldn't feel it. "Mmmm....Do a good job and maybe I'll fuck you with it later," he crooned. "Ohhhh....Oh..god", Eric moaned almost reverently. My eyes, wild with fright flew to him briefly. I was dismayed, but not really surprised to see his hand almost absently stroking the noticeable bulge in his uniform pants. "That's it whore..suck it...", Chuck's voice was tense, "How do you like it? How does it feel to suck Death's dick?" All I could do was hold still, keep my mouth open, and pray he would tire of this deadly game soon. Noticing Eric's obvious excitement, he snickered a bit. "Ok...I guess Death can wait a little while. Looks like my friend here wants to take his place." With that he pulled the gun from my mouth to my shuddery sigh of relief. Keeping his grip on my hair, he pulled me forward out of the chair, till I fell on the floor to my knees. "Go ahead pal...she's all yours". Eric wasted no time. Unzipping as he approached me, his large erection was soon free and he immediately put it to my lips. Chuck was behind me, one fist still full of my hair, his other hand put the gun to my temple. "Suck him good, you bitch...like your fucking life depends on it." Eric was pushing himself into my mouth...filling it. I was sucking hard, making my tongue flutter along the underside of his cock, causing him to moan and gasp. "Ohhh...baby...aaahh yeaaah", his hands were caressing my face while he pumped in and out at a controlled, but increasing pace while Chuck held me firmly in place by the hair, the gun still to my head. Suddenly pulling out, Eric addressed his new partner in a voice choked with lust. "Chuck...let's get her on the bed," he was panting, his tone urgent, "Man, I'm dying to fuck her." Chuck released my hair by flinging me aside, causing me to land on my side painfully. Since my wrists were still cuffed behind me and my ankles still tied together, I had no balance and no way to stop myself from falling. "No," he said to Eric, "Pull your pants back up. I have a better idea". "Huh?" Chuck handed Eric's gun back to him when he was zipped again. I lay on the floor, wondering what fresh hell Chuck had in store for me now. "You mind telling me why I've pulled my pants back up?" "We're taking this bitch for a little ride", Chuck relplied, "I'll drive". He'd picked something up off the table and was now approaching me with it, his expression grim, "...but first.." "Oh NOOOO!!", I wailed when I saw that he'd found the stun gun and was coming toward me with it. "Oh yeah...let's see how you like it!" I was instinctively trying to scoot away from his approach, but of course I knew it was hopeless. Before being hit with a jolt of pain that tore thru my body and sent me into unconsciousness, my last coherent thought about being zapped with my own stun gun was that perhaps I had that one coming.... ***** To Be Continued...
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...
Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 4 by DEDHeather94 They've finally gone now. I've barely moved from the same spot I awoke in. I need to go home, but the thought of moving right now feels as impossible as disappearing into thin air...which is what I'd like to do more than anything. Everything hurts...more so now than in the woods. Hard as it is to believe, everything that happened in the woods was only a warm- up. Every goddamn part of me that hadn't been beaten with sticks or belts, rope burned or nearly strangled (and some parts of me that was) was fucked--brutally and without mercy. Every part of me that counts as an entrance into, or even out of my body was plundered and abused beyond anything I've ever endured. I can't move.....I can't go home, not like this. I want to die. I want to kill. That's pretty funny since I can't even bring myself to walk a few feet to the bathroom. * * * * * The drive back to the hotel must have revived them to new heights of sadistic lust. I'd thought surely they had done enough to me in the woods....but every time one of them did something to me it seemed to excite the other one all over again, and it was monkey-see monkey-do back and forth for a long time. They stripped me again once we were behind the locked door (eagerly pulling their own clothes off again as well), and pulled me into the shower. I'd gotten quite dirty while being raped on the forest floor, not to mention scummy inside and out with their filthy cum. A shower probably would have made me feel somewhat better if Eric hadn't been holding me while Chuck roughly soaped me down. That done, they both pushed me to my knees on the hard wet porcelain, and Eric continued to hold me while Chuck promptly forced his cock down my throat while the water continued to cascade over us. I had to endure the pain of his vicious thrusts into a throat already hurting from my brief hanging and the screams that had followed while being brutally sodomized in the dark woods. I did endure....it was all I could do. I couldn't stop what was happening to me. Wishing it away wasn't working, so I somehow lived thru each of Chuck's merciless jabs into my wounded throat. all the while feeling Eric's hardening cock rubbing against my face, and hearing both of their panting and moans and disgusting grunts behind the steady hissing noise of the shower. When Chuck forced me to swallow his cum, I had barely stopped coughing and retching when Eric stepped up and forced me to do the same for him. Between what I was forced to swallow and the water that kept streaming down my face and getting into my nose, I wondered more than once if I would drown. They tied me to the bed while I was still naked and mostly still wet from the shower. My wrists were tied together, the rope binding them tied to the bed so my arms were above my head. My legs were splayed apart and my ankles tied to each end of the bed, keeping me helpless and unable to move except for some useless thrashing. Chuck shoved my panties into my mouth and taped them inside again so they could, as he said "have a little more fun with this bitch" and not have to worry about any annoying sounds from me that might bring help. They amused themselves then by tormenting me with various painful tortures, getting excited again as they watched me squirm and thrash and summon more screams just when I thought I couldn't possibly scream any more. It was Eric who produced the clothespins. They both laughed when he clipped one to each of my nipples, watching in fascination as my back arched and my arms strained at the rope while I wailed piteously. They started to decorate the rest of my breast flesh with them till there was barely an inch not pinched by one. Both breasts were nothing but two mounds of pain on my chest...the cigarette burn on my right one hurting even worse than before. They pinched more of them onto the lips of my vagina, and one of them even ended up attached to my clitoris. That was the worst of all....I nearly passed out from the pain of that. I thought I would go insane with the overload of pain, but just when I thought it could get no worse, they removed the clothespins. That may sound strange, but when they were removed, especially from my nipples and clitoris I actually thought they were being tightened instead because of the rush of blood back into them. Unbelievably they hurt worse coming off than they did going on. If not for the gag, my screams would have not only roused most of the hotel guests, but their dead relatives as well. There were a few more mean and frightening things they did to me before they raped me some more. Chuck terrified me by lighting a tapered red candle and waving it slowly close to my wide panicked eyes, then moving it slower still over my helpless body only inches above my flesh, letting the hot wax leave hardening trails on me as he continued to move it down. When he got to the area between my spread-apart legs, he left it there till the heat became unbearable, then inquired in a mockingly polite voice if I would like him to fuck me with it. My cries became almost demented with hysteria in the extremity of my terror and constant pain. The lousy fuckers laughed but at least spared me the torture of becoming a human candle snuffer. After peeling bits of red wax from my body, making me jump although the pain of that was mostly just annoying, they both stood on either side of the bed and discussed how best to position me for what they called the "finale' " They were both eager to rape me again-- my enormous suffering had brought their well-used cocks back to raging life. They were both smoking cigarettes during the conversation, and both of them casually flicked their ashes onto various parts of my body instead of bothering to look for an ashtray. I jerked and twisted, but that wasn't as bad as seeing the butts burn ever closer to the end and wondering where they were planning to put them out. I don't even want to talk about that....the unimaginable agony that seemed to pierce my very soul.....or think about it....ever ever again. The last thing I remember before passing out completely and waking up finally alone was the finale'. They began by untying me from the bed, removing my gag, retying my arms behind my back, then maneuvering me onto Eric's cock, which was fully erect again from his enjoyment of my torture. He was sitting on the bed, one hand on the mattress to support his slightly leaning back position, the other arm firmly circling my waist, guiding my lower body onto him as Chuck held onto me and pushed me from behind till every inch filled my pussy, which was surprisingly wet; a fact they both had a triumphant chuckle over. Chuck was kneeling behind me, holding me firmly while Eric thrust his hips upward into my impaled groin, his face showing his pleasure. I couldn't help but gasp with surprise...despite all the terror and abuse I'd suffered, the steady jabs deep inside me were igniting tiny sparks of pleasure that I could already tell would slowly build to an intense explosion if continued. I felt my cunt muscles tighten convulsively onto the pistoning invader, and was dismayed to hear my own moans matching Eric's in the tones of their urgency. Chuck muttered "ok", which was obviously some signal between them, because Eric's steady thrusts reluctantly stopped after a few more quicker ones. Chuck lifted me up enough for Eric's still rock- hard cock to slip out of me, then replaced it with his own new hardness. Holding me by my hips, he fucked me this way briskly for a few minutes as my upper body fell forward onto Eric, my head dropping onto his shoulder. Since my arms were tied behind me I had no way to support myself, and was forced to stay in this awkward position while Chuck pounded into me. Eric's hand that had been holding my waist earlier was now in my hair, clenching a handful of it while he began kissing me, forcing his tongue inside. Meanwhile, Chuck had suddenly withdrew from me and pushed me back onto Eric's cock which was harder than ever. Instead of resuming his thrusts, Eric's grip on my hair tightened as he held my head against him harder, almost bruising my lips, which were still being smashed against his in a rough kiss. I soon learned the purpose of that when I felt Chuck's hands spreading my asscheeks and his cock pushing at my already-abused hole, demanding entrance. My panicked cry of protest was smothered effectively by Eric's mouth on mine, his tongue further blocking my rising hysteria from voicing itself too loudly. As Chuck steadily forced himself into my ass, both men's grips tightened on me considerably, both correctly anticipating my violent jerks and thrashes as my body instinctively tried to escape the mounting pain and unreal panic of both holes being filled at the same time. Chuck gripped my hips painfully while Eric held my lips so hard against his that I was sure they would bleed. When my cries became too loud for Eric's mouth to keep them in effectively, his hand released the grip on my hair and snaked around my face where his palm soon found and covered my mouth tightly. When Chuck's cock was far enough inside me where any further struggling would only increase the pain, their grips relaxed a little, and my screams dwindled to pained mewlings and more sobs. When both cocks were buried inside me at both ends, they held still for awhile, then Chuck began to move...slowly but with rising intensity he reamed my impaled ass while Eric's hand held in my cries of pain. After a few moments, Eric began his upward thrusts again, Chuck's strokes pushing me against him, his cock going even deeper in my pussy than before. After an initial awkwardness they soon had a steady rhythm going...one would shove into me as the other was pulling back, then the one pulling back would shove forward as the other pulled back. Back and forth, in and out and in and in and in....there wasn't one second where one of my holes wasn't filled....and reamed ....and fucked... harder and harder.... "Stop....ohhh ohplease ohgod stop STOP STOP!!", I begged and pleaded in a voice steadily rising with panic. It wasn't the pain so much that I was begging them to end, although there was plenty, as it was the ever-mounting sensations arising from this double assault on the most secret, sensitive places inside of me. I felt too ...full....too...unnatural...over-stimulated. I feared the steadily building pressure of both sensations, seperate yet melding together. Their fiendish rhythm inside me was conjuring a force from the deepest pit of untapped sexual energy in my very core, and I felt that force rising within me like an angry beast that had been caged and starved too long. It was rising rapidly to the surface of all those mysterious internal sparks within the body that control orgasms and battering them....tearing thru them....It was too big...too big for my body to hold and I was sure that the sheer untamed intensity of it would tear me apart. So on and on I begged even as I gasped and moaned, and my pleading only served to make the demons conjuring this beast to increase their pace....speeding the beast's escape and my own doom. Their increasingly brutal pounding into my double-impaled body just wouldn't let up. Finally my useless pleas were replaced with a high keening wail that I was only half-aware of amid the steady slapping and scuffling noises of all this flesh pounding together at once, my helpless body buffeted between the two madly fucking demons like a rag doll. The noises we all made sped us closer to the conclusion of this finale' ....the harsh brutish panting, groans, grunts and curses of my tormentors....my own wail that rose higher and higher as the beast demanded release. In a blinding bolt of insane intensity, the beast finally tore thru my overloaded senses, stiffening every limb as the explosions began, stealing my breath completely as the last scream ripped through my throat and the world turned first a flashbulb-bright white....then black. The last sound I remember hearing before waking up here alone was the combined triumphant shouts and roars of the two demons as my body thrashed and contorted....and as they rode the waves of their own explosions..... *************** So here I lay....untied.....mercifully alone...in the middle of this damp and hopelessly messed up bed. Indeed it does look as if an explosion occured here. I need to get up.....I need to go home....try to fix all this somehow, like last time. I feel a derisive laugh bubbling up and escaping from me. The sound of it frightens me....it's too loud and too harsh and there's neither humor nor sanity in it. The godawful shrieking laughter soon dissolves into sobs....more tears are falling, just when I thought I'd surely spent them all. My body is racked with them, and I can't stop.....can't get up....won't get up. I know suddenly where my new home is going to be....well maybe not the exact location, but I'm sure of what the interiors will be like.. A room with lots of beds, another room with lots of people...most with haunted eyes that see beyond the walls. Lots of people wearing white maybe. I'll probably spend most of my time in one single white room with soft cushy walls.....where my screams won't upset the others so badly.... Something has broken inside me. I can feel it, and I almost welcome the sensation. I start singing some Marilyn Manson song in a dull shaky monotone....Disposable Teens maybe...I dunno. Yeah, something definitely broke in my attic....but fuck it, they're going to have to come get me. I WON'T MOVE!! I can almost feel the comfort of the drugs, and when the drugs won't work the soft walls will prevent me from beating my own brains out... It feels so real....the ache...ohGOD the ache in my shoulders driving me mad....well, madder. I can almost feel a scratchy canvas material I can't escape from as I shriek out my rage and protest of being helpless again...my arms crossed in front of me and pulled around me as they're tied yet again, only this time....... ***** ....... with this fucking straitjacket instead of rope. I can almost....Oh wait.....OH SHIT!! OH JESUS!!!! Have I gotten confused again? I must have because I'm in this lousy room again, in this lousy coat again....Goddammit, my FUCKING SHOULDERS HURRRT!!! Won't anybody GET ME OUT OF HERE??? My throat feels really raw this time. How long have I been screaming? It doesn't matter really, because I can't stop. I must have been thinking of that night again. The night that just goes on forever.... I'm not always like this. I'm NOT!! Most times I'm just quiet. I don't like to talk to anyone and I don't want them talking to me. I'm trying to figure out how to make them or myself invisible at will. Sometimes I think I've almost got it. Sometimes I'm just sad and cry a lot--for my lost and wasted life...for the family and friends that I miss...for a time that I didn't always feel this pain. Then sometimes....well, sometimes I get....confused. For instance, I think somebody told me that the men who hurt me are locked up now....that they can't hurt me anymore...I'm pretty sure somebody told me these things....but who? I dunno, maybe I dreamed it. Sometimes I have trouble telling the difference. If it's true I hope they're both getting a nice ass fuck every night....and I hope they're thinking of me while it happens. Sometimes my confusion just dissolves into terror. Then I'm sure they were not caught! I'm sure they're both waiting for me...or even worse, on their way to see me here. Sometimes I really do see them in here with me....but nobody believes me. I never seem to remember much after one of my....anxiety attacks....but I know I've screamed some crazy shit. I scream about the Vile Gamer...about Officer Friendly... and sometimes I get really confused and scream about Patrick Bateman. SHUT UP!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY!!! I get so scared....then I get FUCKING PISSED OFF and try to destroy anybody who comes near me....especially the fuckers in the white coats and the asshole orderlies who rush to restrain me when I can't stop screaming. They don't understand that I CAN'T be restrained!!! I can't stand that!!! It always makes me worse! Like now....DAMMIT LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! I'm startled from my screams and useless kamikazee attacks on the walls when the door opens...one of the asshole orderlies I mentioned comes in and I'm wondering why he's alone as I pant from my exertions and try to catch my breath. I'm almost proud to remember that there's times when four or five were needed to bring me down, many of them walking away with scratches, bruises or wiping spit from their eyes for their trouble. I don't think I've ever been tended to by just one before....not while I was in this room anyway. I recognize this one...and I hate him the most. He's a fat slob with a perpetual leer on his ugly face who always manages to get a quick squeeze of my ass or one of my breasts while he helps restrain me. "GET OUT OF HERE!!!", I scream as he locks the door he just came thru. He grins at me and says, "So little Heather is having the screaming mimis again I see." "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!" I fling the curse without really wondering why he called me Heather. Like I say, I get confused a lot and sometimes believe that's my real name after all. He's walking toward me with a wide grin to match the leer on his face. "I knew I recognized you....I remember your pictures from the web. You're DedHeather! DedHeather94, wasn't it? Damn I loved your stories! I have every one of them. I still read 'em too." His leer deepens as he shortens the distance between us..I feel frozen....I've backed as far into this corner as I can, and still he gets closer... "GO AWAY!!!" "You're making way too much noise in here....gotta quiet you down, girl" With absolute horror I see him unzip his pants and pull out a dick as ugly as he is. I'm squatting on the floor in this corner...unable to move my fucking arms...unable to scramble away from him because he's only inches away now...what the hell is going ON??? "I got something to keep you quiet for a while Bitch..." In one swift move, this disgusting pig snatches a handful of my hair, yanking me from my crouching position to my knees. When I begin screaming again, nobody comes to my rescue or even pays attention..... - The End -
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