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My Hangover Alocer Loki 2003 Story Codes: M/f, teen, rape, tort,
snuff  

DISCLAIMER
  
This story is not for everyone and may (and almost certainly
will)
  contain some quite graphical scenes dicpicting teenage
  girls in extreme sexual situations.

These may include, but are not limited to, rape, sexual torture, 
and brutal murder if any of these subjects offend you, or if 
reading such matereal is illigal for your location and/or age 
then don't go any further!

All the actions depicted herin are purely fiction and I, the 
author, do not condone any such actions.

If you got past that I am going to assume that you, like me,
are a 'sick fuck' who gets off on the rape and torture of 
helpless victims. if not then what the fuck are you doing reading 
THIS?

If you wish to contact me, the author, I can be reached direcly
at: alocerloki@subdimension.com (although, due to technical
difficulties it may be wise to try alocer_loki@yahoo.com first)

Thank you, and enjoy the story Alocer Loki


The sunlight shone through the open bedroom window and straight
over my closed eyes. There was no way in hell I was getting up
now! I didn't so much want to move, let alone be awake. I wasn't
really awake anyway, just drifting on the very edge of sleep and
the waking world. I was quite hoping that I'd slip back down into
slumber, I'd been rather enjoying my dream. It was very cold, and
I think it had been raining over night because I could smell wet
dirt on the breeze that swept in through the window.

I didn't mind, the sunlight that cast itself over my semi-clad
body was warming and the cold air that swept over me was rather
refreshing. I think someone left the extractor fan on in the
bathroom, the room just adjacent to my bedroom. The humming was
always very annoying and it seemed to resound through the walls
of my small box-room. It sounded odd, somewhat more distant today
but I was sure that it was just making way for the pounding that
emitting from inside my head. How much had I drunk last night?

I didn't even want to consider that question, I couldn't remember
although I did remember flashing some poor patron at the bar. My
lips curled up into a smile even in my semi-sleeping state and I
shifted. I was very drunk last night, I could hardly remember
more than an odd snippet or two.

One image popped into my head and I felt my nipples seize up.
Whatever had happened to the man I was flirting with. He was
quite cute, well my friends would have called him ugly, but that
is how I like up, big and ugly. He was smart too, the way he
talked to me was enough to soak my knickers. He wasn't one for
holding back on the smut and when he'd told me how much he wanted
to 'ram his cock into my teenage cunt' I had squirmed all over
his lap. When that happens to me I find it so much more difficult
not to act my age. I collapse and become the giggling school-girl
again.

That fucking sun, I shifted my head to one side and then moved my
hand to block the sunlight. Or at least I tried to. My hands, the
both of them, were resting just above my head like I'd fallen to
sleep with my hands up, I must have looked odd, my skirt pulled
up and my blouse half open and my hands up. Like a right slut. I
liked being a slut, it made a change from being the good little
girl everyone thinks of me. Pubs, nightclubs, and sex were more
my thing. My mind wondered back to my hands again, why couldn't I
move them?

I opened my eyes...

The room was dark, almost black save for the single halogen lamp
that stood shining in my eyes. Where the fuck was I. My mind was
still swimming from my hangover and the shock of waking up in a
strange place. I certainly didn't recognise where I was. I tried
to sit up but I couldn't move.

My mind gave a nebulous reaction, and it occurred to me that I
was tied up; both my hands where tied behind my head, attached to
something on the wall, a pipe maybe. What on earth had I drunk
last night? I could feel myself getting scared. I swung my head
from side to side, trying to at least figure out what this dark
and musky room was.

My eyes caught only a glimpse, a shadow sat in the corner. The
light that shone in my eyes made it near impossible to make out
anything more than that. "Hello?" I called. My voice trembled. I
could feel my hands shaking and butterflies in my belly.

"Tea?" the voice came back. "Coffee, some beer?"

The voice was familiar but vague at best, I couldn't place it.
Perhaps one of my friends was playing a joke. "Who are you? Where
am I? Can you untie me?"

"Oh dear," the voice sounded. "How rude."

Then it dawned on me where I'd heard his voice before. He was the
man I'd met in the club. Big, ugly, and smart. I couldn't help
but smile. "Dave?" I queried. "David?"

"David," the man replied.

"What's going on?" my best guess was that he'd taken me back to
his place and we had played bondage games, and I couldn't
remember! Although what on earth was up with that fucking lamp.

I rubbed my legs together, I just couldn't help myself, my pussy
was like an open faucet. I needed to rub to play, or, even
better, to have his cock pound my pussy. I grinned at him, trying
to make myself look seductive. "You know what?," David said.
"?You know how to take the fun right out of this."

"What?" I joked, my pussy was soaking my knickers. I did wonder
why I was still wearing them but my lust quickly overrode any
such thoughts. "You want me to play scared prisoner?"

"That would help yes." I wish I could see him.

"Oh please mister," I moaned. "Let me go I'm an awfully good
girl."

The man laughed, he seemed bemused. That was kind of my intention
and my smile grew. I saw the shadow stand and watched his
darkness against the darkness of the room move behind the light
and dissappear into the glare. The lamp went black, and for just
a moment there was total darkness, apart from the coloured spots
that danced in front of my eyes. There was a quiet click and two
strip lights flickered on. One of them was obviously on the way
out and gave out a loud buzz.

I looked around the room, if it could be called that, and then
down at the filthy, green mattress, that I was laid on. I threw
my head up at the smiling fat man. "Where the fuck am I?" I
demanded. I pulled at the ropes on my arms and legs but neither.
"Untie me now. Let me go. Let me fucking go!" I screamed.

The man laughed. He laughed! couldn't he see I wasn't joking, I
didn't want to play this game. I wanted to home. I felt tears
well up in my eyes but I refused to let them out. I couldn't.
"That's much better," chimed the man.

"Please let me go," I said.

David moved back across the room, there was an old table just
four foot to my right, out of arms reach, if I had use of my
arms. Several beer cans lay strewn around the floor and some on
the tabletop, there was a rather new looking kettle and two mugs
sat amidst the beer. David pulled out an old wooden chair and
slumped down into it. He turned and flicked the switch on the
kettle. "Tea?" he asked again. "Coffee?"

I shook my head. "Please," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I
just want to go home."

"Karla?" the man queried.

"Yes," I answered. "Why?"

The man held up the dirty red passport. "This says Caroline," he
said. He opened it. The passport was old, near expiry. The
picture looked a lot like me.

"My sister," I whispered.

"Hmm," muttered the man throwing it onto the table.

The kettle clicked off and the man pulled a big black bag from
under the table and extracted a box of tea bags and a half-full
pint of milk. "Are you sure you don't want any," he asked.

I shook my head. "I just want to go home," I had to bite my lip
to stop myself from crying. Why was he ignoring me!

David made his tea and dropped the tea bag onto the dusty floor.
"The rats will have it," he muttered when he caught me looking at
it.

Rats! Was he serious. I shuddered. Becoming rather self aware I
tried to curl up a little, or at least wriggle my skirt back
down, it was only showing a little of my knickers but I didn't
want him seeing them. What was happening? What was he going to do
to me?

My mind raced, but I kept calm exterior. He'd enjoyed it when I'd
screamed at him and if he thought I wasn't going to play his sick
game he might let me alone. I was smarter than he was, I told
myself. I could get myself out of this.

"So how old are you?" he asked.

"Sixteen," I lied before I even realised I'd spoke.

David shrugged. "You know," he said. "You shouldn't take your
school bag out on the pull little slut."

I cringed. Oh god what had he seen. the man reached to the back
of the table. I hadn't seen it up there. The passport should have
told me. He lifted up my school books, just the two that I
couldn't be bothered to remove before heading out. Just my
English book and a maths book, I sighed. There was nothing there
for him. I was thankful that I'd not put my diary in there. I
didn't have many friends in school, and spent most of my time sat
in a corner of the dining hall writing. "Year nine," hemuttered.

I closed my eyes. So what he knew I was a kid, that didn't matter
I could still get out of this. "Thirteen? fourteen?" he asked.

"Fourteen," I admitted.

David smiled. "So what exactly were you doing out in the middle
of Watford, Destiny's isn't a place I expected to find someone
so. young," he asked.

I was looking for sex, but I wasn't about to tell him that now.
"Nothing, just having a good time," I said. "Stop this I want to
go home now. My-my m-dad will be worried. He'll come looking for
me."

The man reached back onto the table and lifted up my mobile
phone. Oh god. I squirmed, he was playing with me, he just wanted
to scare me. He was going to have sex with me and then found out
I was a kid. That had to be it. He was trying to scare me into
being a good girl. "We've a mum," he chuckled, "but no dad. Lots
of missed calls by the way, your mother must be quite worried."

I didn't even know my father, but it had sounded good at the
time, what good would 'my mum will beat you up' have done? I
swallowed hard, and tugged again at the ropes. "Let me go!" I
shouted.

The man sipped his tea again and then stood up, he carried his
cup over to me and took another sip. "You are not allowed to lie
to me little cunt," he said and then turned the cup over.

I jerked and gave a surprised yell. The hot liquid hit across my
blouse and scalded my tits. It hurt more than anything I'd ever
felt. I did the only thing I could. I screamed. My body thrust
about almost involuntarily. I just had to get free. I needed to
get the burning water off of my boobs. The tears I'd been so
successful in holding back sprung forth and poured down my face.
"Stop it!" I screamed. "It hurts get it off."

The bastard just let me scream. He let me yell at him and he
laughed. he fucking laughed. The tears that flowed down my cheeks
were nothing to do with the pain. I felt humiliated, and, most of
all, I was terrified. He had no intentions of playing games with
me. He-he was going to rape me. I could feel it. A pervert, he
wanted a fourteen year old bird. "Don't lie to me again," he
spat.

I sobbed and nodded. My throat was getting sore. "I just want to
go home," I blubbered.

"You're not going home," he sighed. "Get used to it, and just do
as I was told."

What did he mean I was not going home. Did he mean until he'd
done what he wanted, was he going to rape me - torture me. Oh god
please could that not be it. Was he going to keep me, or - or...
I couldn't even bring my thoughts to go there. He was going to
let me go he just wanted sex.

The evil bastard knelt down beside me, he leant over me, I could
smell the beer and tobacco on his breath. I turned away, and felt
his fingers grip onto my chin to pull me back over. "Don't be a
bad slut," he muttered. "I want your tongue."

He pressed his mouth against mine. I sealed my lips. This was
disgusting, I wriggled under him. I felt his hand run up my waist
and over my small and firm breasts. I felt his fingers run across
my nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Until he got a grip on that
sensitive part. My mouth opened for a scream but I found it
muffled by the sick fuckers tongue. The burning pain in my nipple
made it too difficult to think straight but after a moment I
clamped my teeth down, I missed his tongue but at least it was
now out of my mouth. I felt ill, my breast hurt.

It was very slowly that he twisted on my nipple, and the pain was
just too much to bear. I squealed and shook my head. "Stick your
fucking tongue out," I heard him shout at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I did as I was told. The grip on my
nipple relaxed and I jerked as, for just a fraction of a second,
the pain increased to a new level. Thankfully it quickly died
down. His mouth went around my tongue. I let him suck it, there
was nothing else I can do. I just lay there staring up at the
flat plaster ceiling. My vision was blurred through my tears and
it made pretty streaking patterns with the light. I made myself
concentrate on that. To forget about what he was doing to me.

He either didn't like me ignoring him or was very vindictive. I
had little warning; his incisors brushing against my tongue, and
then the pain shot down into my mouth. I squealed, or tried to, a
choking gasp was more like it. His teeth sunk into my tongue. My
eyes went wide and I thrashed about, I couldn't help it, I just
needed to get my tongue out of his mouth.

It felt like he was biting on me for hours, and when he did let
go I saw blood trailing down his chin. I pulled my tongue back
into my mouth. I hurt, and blood filled my mouth. I turned to
spit it out. So much blood, I lay with my tongue poking out of my
mouth watching the blood soak into my blouse. David smiled at me,
and then spat. It hit me in the face and stuck there. I thrust my
head to the side and it fell off, then I saw it. The last quarter
of an inch of my tongue. My eyes rolled into my head and I
blacked out.

I don't know how long I was out for, it could have been moments
or hours, although David was still leaning over me, groping at my
tits grinning at me. It took me a moment to realise that he'd
opened my blouse. He was touching my bare tits! My tongue
throbbed... I didn't know what to think or what to do. His rough
hands squeezed and pulled my tits. "Oww!" I cried. "Thop at!"

I closed my mouth, I know what I'd wanted to say, but I couldn't
make the words. I ran my tongue, across my lips. It was sore but
I could feel the bite mark, the flat end where the rest of my
tongue had been. I felt faint again but a sharp blow to my left
tit brought me back to focus. "Le m gooo!" I screamed.

He hit me again and I screamed louder. His hands then gripped
both of my nipples and he yanked them up hard. I threw my head
from side to side. I felt like I was loosing my mind. It just
hurt so much. I begged him to stop, I cried and I begged him but
he didn't listen. Just stared at me with his gleeful look. I
hated him so much.

"I'm going to kill you cunt," he spat suddenly.

I shook my head. He was lying he just had to be lying. I felt him
hit me again, my small exposed tit jerked. I screamed. There was
nothing else I could do. He licked his lips and then put his head
down to suck hard on my nipple. "Hhhh," I cried out.

I felt his teeth brush me again and I screamed even before he bit
me. This new pain surpassed everything. It was like he was trying
to bite by nipple off. He pulled his head up and I felt my skin
tear, and I saw it fly out towards me. My own bloody nipple stuck
me between my eyes. I went hysterical. I screamed and pulled and
threw my head around. I never even saw the skewers. When he
raised a hand it glinted and I froze to see what it was. Too
late, the stabbed it down deep into my breast. I actually felt it
hit my rib. My body thrust upwards. The second one thrust
downward just as quick. it tore through my left tit, right trough
where my nipple had been bitten off. I coughed and blood rose
into my mouth, I turned and vomited it up, and then retched
brining up even more blood and whatever I'd had to eat for the
past week. It went down over my tits. My body trembled. I could
barely see. I hardly even noticed it when the man pulled my
knickers out of the way. Although the feeling of his cock
thrusting inside brought me, briefly back to my senses.

I couldn't even scream any more. I could hardly breath, spots
danced in front of my eyes. I was being raped and yet I didn't
care.

Spots, so pretty.

My body was filled up with him, his breath stroked over my face,
my sick and blood smeared between us..

and it was spots, pretty red, green, and blue spots dancing
around my field of vision, everything else blended into the
background.

He pulled off of me and I wondered if he'd cum in me, it didn't
seem like he'd had time to d to that but time was now alien to
me, it felt like I was just looking back on a distant memory. The
flash of the blade drew my attention for a moment, I watched it
descend towards me. It looked slow, but I knew it was coming
fast, straight at my belly. My body reacted and the sharp bite of
pain shot though me, it was different somehow... but it didn't
last, colour exploded in my eyes and everything else went black,
and then, my life started to flash before my eyes.

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