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The Girl Gets It by MechaBlade “You.” The ambiguity of his address sent a chill through all of the hostages' spines. But the fear slowly drained from the group and cumulated into one girl as Viktor picked her from the group. She was an obvious choice. She was young and naturally beautiful. Wide green eyes, a light dusting of freckles across her nose, rosy cheeks, and golden brown hair tucked neatly in a bun. She was thin, with just enough of a bust and a butt to be interesting. She would make a delicious piece of rape meat. “No,” she said, as he grabbed her arm. Viktor picked up the phone again, hesitating momentarily to ask, “What’s your name, girl?” “Erin,” she muttered. “Erin,” he repeated, smiling. He turned back to the phone. “The money, in one hour, or this girl gets raped,” he spoke to the negotiator on the phone. Erin looked like she was about to fall apart. The phone buzzed with the police negotiator's angry voice. But Viktor wasn’t done. “And where do you think you’re gonna get it, Erin?” he asked her. She shook her head in confusion, her eyes welling with tears. “Where do you think you’re gonna get raped? Say it.” She stuttered, tears already dropping. “Say it!” “Here…” she whined. Viktor laughed. His partners smiled. “No, in what orifice?” She buckled and fell to her knees. Viktor had no patience for this. He pulled her up by the arm angrily and looked her in her watery eyes. “Answer me. Where?” “…In- in-“ “Where?!” “In my …vagina.” Viktor smirked. That was adorable. Perhaps she was just hoping. “No. Guess again.” Her lip quivered, she looked around at her coworkers. “My ass.” The lovely words glided across her lips and Viktor's dick twitched just from hearing them. How he loved to see them realize their unfortunate fate. And how he loved anal rape. He didn't mind pussy. He loved pussy, in fact. He'd fuck a girl's cunt on dates and when they were passed out in the toilets of the club. But raped girls always got it in the ass. He didn't see the point of raping a girl's cunt. Anal made it clear to the girl that this was rape. “Good job.” He turned back to the phone. “You heard the girl. One hour or the girl’s asshole gets it. I await your response.” He hung up. “So what do you think?” he asked her. She simply stared back at him, too timid to react. “Will the cops pay up just to save your purity? They’d definitely pay if I said I was to kill you, but rape? What do you think the official police policy is? I tell you, if it were me, I wouldn’t negotiate with a hostage-taker, especially when there’s no danger of loss of life.” He paused, looking at her. She looked back at him, waiting. It was a gamble. The police could get his money immediately, meaning he would miss out on experiencing the undoubtedly comfortable inside of this beautiful girl's asshole. Or he might get to fuck her ass, but that meant he probably wouldn't get his money. Neither option was terrible, but Viktor was a man who liked to have his cake and eat it, too. “It doesn’t matter.” He twisted her arm behind her back and walked her towards the supply room. “Because you’re gonna get it no matter what they do.” He winked at the rest of the hostages. They merely stared back, mouths agape in horror. VIKTOR “No…” She turned her head and pleaded to her coworkers as Viktor dragged her away. “Somebody, help me!” Of course she would cry for help. Viktor knew girls like her never did anything for themselves. They always had some sucker to help them out of a jam. Especially a girl as beautiful as her. Men would fall over themselves to help her with anything she needed: carrying groceries, opening doors… It was made all the more apparent by where she worked. She sat all day this nice, air-conditioned office answering phones or whatever her job was, while men like Viktor had to live by the gun to make a living. Or, at least, he did at first. Before he grew to enjoy this lifestyle. Viktor looked over his shoulder to make sure no one tried to answer this damsel's calls of distress. Nobody rose. They remained on their knees, their hands placed behind their heads, feeling the hard stare of Viktor's three companions, who each held automatic weapons. A few of them dropped their heads and stared at the floor. In the supply room, Viktor closed the door and smiled at Erin. In the narrow room between shelves was a small table holding a paper cutter and large stapler. This would serve his purposes well. Erin gave a frightened hop as he violently swept his arm across the table and cleared it. She then backed away timidly as he moved towards her. A business associate had once told Viktor to never mix business and pleasure. This advice was soon discarded, as Viktor found that he loved raping pretty nubiles while on a job. In fact, it was cathartic. It relieved the stress of doing a job. Putting this little privileged slut in her place was going to help him blow off some steam. It would clear his head. Erin said nothing as he approached, only giving a slight squeak as he grabbed her arm, pulled her to the table and threw her down over it. She looked at him over her shoulder as he reached into the back of her panties with his left hand and tugged her khakis and underwear down across the top of her ass. "Please don't. Please don't. Please don't," she said, her voice quavering. She held still, but her body was tense, like she might try to escape at any second. It was important that he rape this bitch. It was important that she understood how the world worked outside of her perfect bubble. For example, why was she crying? She couldn't possibly imagine the pain and humiliation she would soon experience. She had obviously never been raped before. And, surely, this upper-class bitch had never experienced any other great loss or anguish that she could compare it to. Not like him, who had seen his mother killed in front of him, and who had spent his teenage years on the streets, begging for enough money to feed himself. No, her current emotional state was based on a vague fear of what might happen, perhaps from what she'd read in college books or seen on TV. Her fake emotions just furthered his resolve. He tugged her pants down further and the firm cheeks of her ass shuffled into view. “No-o-o…” she sobbed in frustration. She softly resisted, trying to lift herself up against his firm right hand. It almost seemed like fake resistance, as she was pressing directly against his arm instead of trying to slip away from him sideways. Perhaps she knew she had no chance against him and his armed companions. Perhaps she knew deep down that she deserved this. She had the nice, small, tight ass of a girl who spent a lot of time at the gym. It was wonderful. Not too big, like those fat-assed cougars he fucked during his dry spells; and not completely flat, like that skinny Korean teenager he'd raped last week. The firm curves of Erin's bottom were sufficient enough to almost completely hide her asshole. Viktor had chosen well. He pulled the pants to her ankles. He slowly slid a finger between her buttocks and stopped when it reached her butthole. She gasped heavily as he lay a finger on her anus, then slowly slid it in the warm crevice. He always loved this part best, the part right before he raped a girl, where he could enjoy her body and she wasn't yet screaming. The threshold between a virgin and a raped girl. Well, this girl probably wasn't a virgin, but her ass probably was. Her asshole felt positively tiny. He sucked on his middle and index fingers and massaged her rosebud, rubbing her cunt a little with his ring finger. She resumed pleading. "PLEASE don't hurt me. Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me." "Shhh," he said to the sobbing girl. "It's okay." He was definitely going to take whatever he wanted. She continued looking forward, and he stared at the back of her head, imagining her expression. Sometimes he forced them to look at him when he put it in. But he didn't have time for all that. He pulled his dick out and pushed forward. The slowness of the buildup to the rape was a stark contrast with the quick initial penetration. The moment always seemed to pass by so fast when he pushed himself inside a girl's bottom; before he knew it, he was full-on sodomizing her. Such was the case with Erin. It didn't matter that it had taken him half a minute to squeeze into her saliva-lubricated ass. It seemed instantaneous. He had spent much time imagining what it would be like and all of a sudden, there he was, shallowly fucking her asshole. She was screaming "Fuck! God! Help! No!" and various other things, he didn't really care. The important thing was that he was reaming her ass and she now knew pain. From this point on, she could compare things to "that awful time I was raped." Viktor smiled at her newfound wisdom. "Fucking take my cock, you dirty whore," he muttered. A little sweet talk turned him on, and he knew it had to be humiliating to be called out for the whore that she was. He wasn't giving her anything she didn't deserve. He might be a bad man for actually delivering her punishment, but she did have it coming. Making her realize this turned him on. As he became more aroused, his dick hardened and he was able to penetrate deeper. Before long, he was in all the way, slamming against her cute little buttcheeks. She stopped saying words and began to full-on scream. A short 2-second scream, a slobbery sucking in of her breath, a deep grunt and shudder, then another scream. Repeat. Viktor loved the variety of ways his victims screamed. They all had their patterns. She also began to truly resist. Whereas she was only slightly struggling before, she began to buck and twist in her attempt to get away. Viktor was strong, however, and held her fast. Viktor wondered why girls hated anal rape so much. Sure, it was more painful, but at least there was no chance of pregnancy. Additionally, since the anus was not truly a sex organ, could this even be called rape? Entering a girl's exit hole was more akin to giving her a good beating. Maybe it was the humiliation. After all, only the filthiest sluts took it in the ass. "Stop… please stop," Erin moaned, wetting the surface of the table with her tears. As luck would have it, Viktor's playtime was coming to an end. Her involuntary asshole spasms had gotten the best of him and he was now close to cumming. He slammed faster and deeper while pondering where to spill his seed. He moaned and finally pulled out, jerking his now brown dick all over her buttocks. He had decided not to come in her asshole out of courtesy for his partners. Since he got to fuck the girl first, he ought not leave a mess. It was only fair. Viktor slumped on top of Erin, panting. She was a good fuck. Money or no, today was a good day. He wanted to fuck her again, but knew he was not up to the task. "Thanks," he said, reassembling his clothes. She did not reply. Viktor inspected his cock. It was filthy. He side-eyed the dirty bitch who had just left shit stains on his cock and then looked for a tissue to wipe it with. There were only paper stacks, boxes of staples, packages of scissors and other supplies in the immediate vicinity. No matter, he thought, tucking his dirty dick back into his pants. He left the supply room. Ansel was looking at him anxiously when he joined his comrades. Viktor nodded. Ansel smiled and relaxed his aim on the hostages. It was his turn. Ansel entered the supply room to see Erin sitting on the floor crying, pants still around her thighs. The room smelled like sex. He shut the door. "Don't cry, my lovely," he said. "Ansel's going to make everything alright." ANSEL "No more," she said, shaking her head. Ansel said nothing. He just picked her up from the floor and held her around her waist. Then his fingers began to drift across her body. Ansel molested the girl’s body with subdued excitement. Unlike Viktor, he was a connoisseur of women. For example, Viktor probably hadn’t even tasted Erin’s pussy or asshole. When he enjoyed a woman, he liked to consume her completely. “Let’s see those tits,” Ansel said. He flipped Erin on her back and she held her hands in front of her to protect herself. “Please. No more.” Ansel smiled and shrugged. “I’m sorry, but my hands are tied.” It was Viktor’s idea. There were many other women in this workplace, but the policy was for the entire group to fuck one woman and only one woman. It wasn’t a lot of fun getting sloppy seconds and thirds, but it definitely made it more humiliating and painful for that one woman to be the only victim. That humiliation and pain made the whole experience so much better for Viktor and the rest of the men. “Please, sir. I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough!” she pleaded. Ansel held his gun to her temple. “Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be, ok?” She gritted her teeth, looked away from Ansel and gave in. Ansel put his gun back down. Ansel licked his lips, eyeing her up and down, from her neatly trimmed snatch to her gorgeous, tear-stained face. Slowly putting his firearm away, he leaned in and kissed her. She leaned away and his kiss landed on her cheek. Ansel didn’t care. He licked her cheek and neck as she shuddered. He savored the sweet saltiness of her tears and sweat. And then, with one swift gesture, he ripped open her blouse. He deftly removed her bra and hummed his approval. "Yum, yum!" he exclaimed softly. He licked and sucked on her pert tits, giving them a gentle nibble every so often and looking at her face to see her reaction. It was the same technique he used on women he fucked, so he half hoped he'd see her warming up to his attention. Instead, her face only varied between anguish and disgust. He shrugged this off and continued worshipping her body with his tongue. Ansel thought himself a real Casanova. And although he knew that the girls he raped didn't enjoy the experience, he hoped to someday make one cum against her will. He doubted Erin would be that girl. Nevertheless, he would try. He wasn't going to simply fuck Erin; he was going to make love to her. Albeit, against her will. Erin's mouth might have said "no," but her body was responding positively to Ansel's attention. Her nipples hardened in Ansel's mouth and when his finger dipped inside her pussy, it felt moist. He smiled to himself and kneeled on the ground, setting his attentions on Erin's pussy. He knew he wouldn't make her cum—although anything was possible—he just loved doing it. His buddies often jeered him for this seemingly unmanly proclivity, but he didn't care. Fucking a girl without tasting her nectar first, especially one as beautiful as Erin, would be unacceptable. Ordinarily he would also eat her asshole, but he steered clear since Viktor had already fucked her there. It was fortunate that Viktor never fucked the pussy of girls he raped. "Mmm," moaned Ansel, swirling his tongue around her sweaty puss. And what a pretty puss it was! She had just enough hair above her cunt to make it interesting, but not so much that it obstructed his meal. Her vaginal lips were young and tight. And she tasted fairly fresh, having only a slight tang of sweat from the afternoon's activities. He always felt vulnerable when giving oral, so he took a quick look behind him to make sure the door was still locked. It was. He pulled her pants, panties, socks and shoes completely off and continued nibbling on her labia. He smacked his lips and bobbed his head repeatedly as he pulled on her labia with light bites. He slid his hands across her nipples while sucking her clit. He probably could've made her cum if he wanted, but he had grown bored of eating her out. He went back to sucking her neck. He slowly circumnavigated the goose bumps on her neck with the tip of his tongue. God, this was making him hot. He had resisted as long as he could, but foreplay time was over. He anxiously fumbled with his pants, pulled his dick out and awkwardly thrust himself into her sex as she leaned backwards against the table. "Aw fuck yeah," said Ansel. Erin's eyes went wide with horror. She shut her eyes and turned her head away. Because of her red face, furrowed eyebrows, and clenched teeth, it almost seemed that he was hurting her. But Ansel had an utterly average cock, so he figured it was just that she really didn't want to get fucked again. After all that pussy eating and tender kissing, she was still reluctant. Some women are hard to please, he reasoned. At least he was having a good time. Erin's pussy was tighter than a mouse's ear. With this kind of friction, he wouldn't likely last long, so at least she had that going for her. Erin's blouse was getting in the way. He took a moment to rip it off her so that he could see her delicious titties bounce as he fucked her. They were magnificent. He propped himself up on the table with one hand and pawed at her tits with the other. Ansel felt himself getting close, so he considered switching holes. He knew Viktor wasn't going to be happy if he didn't stick it in her ass. But fuck Viktor. This bitch was his now. He could do what he wanted and he wanted to cum in her puss. He flipped her over and took her from behind. Ansel told her, "Tell me I'm the best you ever had." She was silent, so he repeated himself, "Say I'm the best you ever had!" Even though she was looking away, she'd obviously heard him. She mumbled the words. "Louder!" he screamed at her. "You're the best," she muttered, tearfully. He awkwardly slapped her face from behind while maintaining his rhythm, and made his request again. "Louder!" She closed her eyes tight and yelled, "You're the best!" It was wonderful to hear, even if it wasn't true for her at this moment. He was going to come so hard. "Again!" he said. "You're the best!" "Again!" "You're the best! You're the best! You're the best!" she sobbed. Ansel felt himself come and come and come. He gripped her body tightly, digging his fingernails into her skin as he filled her up. He continued, his body shivering and shaking as it pumped all the fluid from his body. His knees felt weak and he thought he might fall over. It was a brilliant orgasm, but best of all, he swore that he felt an orgasmic quiver from her, too. He slipped out of her, took a step back and let the cool air dry his dick. He felt he ought to give her some words of gratitude, but all his come-drunk mind could muster was the word, "Good," as he appreciatively patted her on the ass. Ansel collected himself and left the room. He looked at Georg. "You're up," he told Georg. Georg wasn't one to show emotion, but even he gave a goofy smile as he headed towards the supply room. Ansel smirked at the rare expression on Georg's face. He knew Georg hadn't gotten laid in a while, so it made sense. Georg entered the supply room and closed the door behind him. Erin stood butt naked facing the wall, her pussy and asshole open and inviting him to play. Georg was damned if he'd seen a prettier sight this year. He was going to wreck this cute little bitch. GEORG This was perfect. No clothes to rip off, no violence needed to get her into position… just a warm, ready cocksleeve, waiting for penetration. As he stepped closer, he noticed how tiny she was. He could see her rib cage slowly expand as she inhaled. He would have to be careful not to accidentally break any of her bones. Georg placed a large hand on the smooth skin of her back, pushing her torso down so that her tits were pressed against the table. He used his other hand to pull his dick out. Erin said nothing, only letting out a whine as she reluctantly bent over. Georg ignored her, stroking his dick to get it harder. Erin slowly slid her left hand in front of her pussy and asshole, half-heartedly blocking any further attempts to rape her. Georg was semi-hard now and smacked her hand away. He pushed his dick inside her open pussy. The warm, velvety folds of her pussy kissed life into his thick cock. His cock swelled with an intoxicating lust and he began humping her backside, slapping his thighs against her tight buttocks. Before long, he was rock hard. Now it was time for the real fun. Georg pulled out, aimed a couple inches higher, and pushed back in. No need for lube; her pussy was pretty moist, although some of that appeared to be his partners' come. Erin let out a whine that sounded like "Why?" as he penetrated her asshole. "Why, indeed," Georg thought. Georg wondered why even after two cocks in her ass, she still didn't get it. She was here for his and his comrades' pleasure. No more, no less. Even after the other cocks she'd endured, Erin still had a tight asshole. The feeling of her little butt slurping on his cock was wonderful. He grabbed a fistful of her hair so he could really slam it into her. She moaned as her head jerked back, but said nothing. Georg fucked her ass for a while, fantasizing about taking a sharp knife to her face, tits and ass. Viktor and the others forbid him from actually cutting their victims, but it was quite arousing to think about. How he'd love to cut off her clit and nipples and leave her bloody broken body on the floor of this room. He didn't want to kill her, just leave some marks for her to remember him by. "Please stop," she sobbed, "It hurts." Maybe he could rough her up a little bit. And if he was going to smack her around anyway, he might as well get his dick sucked. By the way she was acting, she would likely welcome a break from this rough assfucking. Georg held tight to her hair as he pulled himself out of her asshole. He pulled her off the table and pushed her onto her knees. "Suck it," Georg said, pressing his brown-streaked cock against Erin's face. He let go of her hair. She looked up at Georg and opened her mouth, but didn't take the dick into her mouth. Why was she hesitant? It was almost like she was asking for permission. Georg smacked her across the face, hard. "I said 'Suck it!'" He grabbed her face and pulled it onto his cock. She whimpered muffled cries as he skullfucked her for a few strokes. He then let go of her head, letting her do the work. Erin coughed, then slowly swirled her tongue around the thick head of his cock. "The whole thing!" She slowly swallowed his cock halfway, taking four of his eight inches. She then backed off and gagged. This was useless. He should've gotten the blowjob before he fucked her ass. Girls always hated the taste of their own shit, and it was going to be difficult getting this girl to get past it. "Well, I guess it's back to the ass again," he said, picking her up by her arm. She tried to push him away. "Wait," she said, her eyes red from gagging, "just give me a moment." She was weak, but she was pushing him with all her might. Georg didn't like this one bit. He gave her a half-speed punch to the gut and she fell to the floor grasping her stomach. He picked her up with ease and threw her on the table. While she gasped for air, he spread her cheeks and pushed his dick back up her ass. She gasped and wheezed asthmatically while Georg fucked her hot little butt. After a few more minutes of anal, Georg's dick was done for. Georg roared like a Viking and came hard, crushing Erin's pelvis against the table with every earth-shattering spurt. Georg pulled out. He left the supply room, leaving left Erin crumpled on the table. When Georg rejoined the others, Viktor was on the phone, talking to the negotiator. "So, are you calling to tell me you've got my money?" Viktor asked. "You're almost out of time. …Aha, so you do have it? And you're making the deposit? Well, call me when it's done or I'll have to do something drastic." Viktor hung up. He looked to Adam, their fourth partner. Adam, the gang's technical wiz, didn't care much about raping women. He cared about the money. He looked at his laptop screen and then shook his head at Viktor. The money wasn't coming. The police were stalling for time. "Fuck!" Viktor shouted, kicking a chair. He stood for a moment, then said decisively, "Time to go. Bring the girl out here and we go." Ansel and Adam began placing small dome-shaped devices on the floor around the hostages and Georg went to the supply room. Viktor announced, "Ladies and gentlemen! These devices are motion-triggered bombs." There were a few gasps. "When we arm them, the smallest movement will trigger them. I recommend that you remain in position until the police arrive. Rest assured, you will live if you just stay still. The police should be able to disarm the bombs. That is, if they're any good at their jobs. Which is a big 'if', but my advice remains the same." There were more gasps and cries when Georg brought out Erin, naked as the day she was born, and flung her over an office desk in front of the hostages. The hostages were all facing towards her wreck of a body. Since she was facing away from them, Erin mercifully didn't have to look any of her coworkers in the eye. "Don't move," said Georg. Erin said nothing. The criminals fled the office, escaping to the sewers. The hostages looked around, murmuring among themselves. They were safe now. They wondered if the devices were even real. But everyone sat still and quiet when each device beeped and began flashing a red light. They were going to have to wait this out. ERIN No one dared to move, so they stared directly ahead. At Erin. And Erin was a mess. Erin's body was covered in bruises, her hair bun was half undone, and she was covered in at least six bodily fluids. Snot and tears flowed down her face, blood and spumescent come leaked from her pussy and anus, shit caked her asshole and asscheeks, and her whole body was soaking in sweat. Her coworkers saw her asshole tighten and widen repeatedly, trying to regain its original size and strength. Erin knew everyone could see her lily white ass and the clear evidence of her rapes. She didn't care. She was too tired to move. She felt like she was dying and focused on just staying alive and awake until help could arrive. Even if Erin had possessed the strength to move, the threat of the bombs prevented her from moving a muscle. This was almost a relief; it meant that no one could expect her to hide her nakedness. The bombs allowed her to lie on this desk guilt-free. Erin almost smiled. Her torment was over. Unless the criminals had a death wish, they wouldn't return. No one would hurt her anymore. The only problem was that she felt the urgent need to defecate. Lying naked and bruised in front of her coworkers was one thing, but shitting in front of them was another. That was probably unforgivable. She tried to hold her bowels, but it hurt immensely to tighten her sphincter muscle. Would they understand her temporary incontinence? It didn't matter. She couldn't win this fight. She was too tired and too sore to hold it. She felt some thick wet turds slip out of her open asshole and land on the carpet with a wet thud. Then some liquid poop leaked out of her butt and dribbled down her leg. She was humiliated, but not much more so than she was a few minutes ago. There was nothing she could do about it. Erin suddenly worried about her bowel movement triggering the "movement"-triggered bombs, but she didn't hear any sounds, so she assumed everyone was still safe. Erin was slightly surprised that no one said anything about the fact that she just shit all over the office carpet and down her legs. Thank god for small miracles. Erin lay on the desk with her shitty ass in the air, her feet standing in a pool of her own feces, and waited for the police to arrive. |