

In
Sheeps
Clothing



Authors note:


The following story contains scenes of graphic rape and violence. Forced drug use and abuse. If you are offended by these things, then do not proceed. If you are turned on by things like this, you are at least as sick as I am. But the things in this story are fiction. Never committed and never intended to be. The things contained herein are crimes that are and should be punishable to the furthest extent of the law. If you are seriously thinking of recreating the events contained herein with a willing partner, then by all means, you have my blessing, all I ask is that you send me some pictures. But if you are thinking of recreating this story as realistically as possible, right down to the unknowing, unwilling victim, then you need to go to a therapist. Or to jail. The military penalty for rape is death, and some states are adopting this policy. This is good. Also, if you rape women against their will, I will kick your ass.

E Pluribus Noctum
(One Out Of The Night)  















	Molly was glad to finally be out on her own. It was her first apartment, and she had the whole floor to herself. Except for the nice guy that lived next door. He was very shy, and other than a rose as a house warming gift, he avoided her. She found out his name was Jim. He was the building maintenance supervisor. He replaced the cracked mirror in her bathroom with a beautiful new vanity. Lights all around and a large sink with a chair and cabinet off to one side. 
	It was the newest thing in the room. Her toilet was directly across from it, and the tub right beside that. He offered to install a shower, and she set a date. He was already set to do it just before she moved in, and it took very little time. He only blushed and mumbled when she offered to make him dinner. Something about his job, and prior engagements. He practically ran from the apartment when he was finished. She locked the door and stripped. Climbing into her new shower, she washed her hair and skin. Then felt her hands on her pussy. As she masturbated, she could almost feel eyes upon her. It made her feel naughty. She finished herself off, and climbed from the shower. 
	Toweling off, she sat on the toilet and shaved her legs. Then, on a whim, she shaved her pubic hair. Halfway thru, she had to finish what the tugging on her pussy lips had started. Then she wiped the juices from her legs and licked them from her fingers. This was something she had started shortly after she started masturbating. Her fluids were a strange crave within her. She loved the way they tasted. 
	Finished shaving her slit, she sits at the vanity and combs out her long dark hair. Twenty strokes to the left, then twenty strokes to the right, then start again. After her hair was done, she rubbed lotion into the soft skin of her neck and chest. around each breast, till her nipples were hard. Her one boyfriend had dumped her over a year ago, and she was unsure of men after that. He had just wanted sex. As her thumbs slid over the sensitive nubs, she again got the distinct feeling of being watched. Covering her breasts with her hands, she looks around. Up and down, side to side. Nothing. There was no reason to be unsure, just nervous about her own apartment. 
	Shaking her head, she walked into her bedroom and reclined on the bed. It had been a gift from her parents. Big and soft, the queen size mattress was the nicest she had ever owned. On her back, she stretched out on the covers, luxuriating in the feel of the breeze on her bare skin in the sweltering summer heat. Checking her alarm, she drifts off to sleep, her arms above her, breasts pointed up at the ceiling, hair out around her like a fan. Her freshly shaved pussy like that of a child in the unfamiliar breeze. It felt good to sleep naked without worry of who might walk in.
 
	She felt like she was dreaming. A dark form stood over her, and held something to her mouth. Hands caressed her breasts and crotch, intruding into her, pulling at her nipples and pussy lips, then there was a stinging pain..'There's no pain in dreams?' ..in her pussy. She feels drowsy almost at once. Again the hands probe at her, groping her. She sees flashes of light, one blinking on and off, another steady, like a beacon. The dark form bends down, then there is a feeling of warm wetness on her nipple. Then the world is gone.
 
	The next morning, she is stiff and sore. She felt like she had never slept. She was extremely thirsty, and lightheaded as she stumbled to the kitchen. As her eggs cooked, she dressed for work. She rummaged through all her drawers and boxes, but could not find her panties. They were all missing. She could have sworn she unpacked them, but they were not anywhere to be found. Shrugging, she pulls on a pair of jeans, skirts being suddenly out of the question, and her shirt. She never wore a bra. For one, her tits were not big enough. Just two small mounds on her chest. Also, they were uncomfortable. She knew she would grow out soon, but the thought of a bra was out. They rode up on her, and they chafed. So she went without. Pulling on socks and shoes, she eats her small breakfast, then heads to work.
 
	It is a long day. She is so tired, that she is dragging thru the day. Not to mention, the crotch of her jeans ride directly against her shaven slit. This was something she had failed to take into account when she had pulled them on. She'd had to go to the bathroom and wipe the juices from her leg three times. The only good thing all day had been the juices she'd licked from her hands. She arrived home exhausted. She'd had to visit three stores to find panties her size, and they were just black g-strings and one package of white ones with bows on them.. They would have to do. Her mother said she had taken everything, and her panties must have gotten lost in the move. She stripped and climbed gratefully into a steaming hot bath. She reclined in the clear, hot water, her breasts like two white buoys floating in the water just at the surface. 
	Eyes closed, she felt the 'I'm watching you' feeling again. It was hard to ignore. She knew it was just jitters, but it was so strong, it made her break out in gooseflesh. The water was suddenly cold. Climbing out, she toweled off and sat by the vanity again. Opening the cabinet, she found the bottle of pills she had to help her sleep. Swallowing one, she brushes her hair and teeth, then climbs into bed, so tired, food is the last thing on her mind. Curling up in the center of the bed, she is in the fetal position when the knock comes on the door.   
	She thinks to ignore it, but after the third one, she calls out "I'm coming." And pulls on her robe. She rushes to the door and looks thru the peep hole. It's Jim. She opens the door and waves him in. He shakes his head, and blushes and looks away, eyes wide. She realizes one breast is free of the robe, and turns to cover up.
	"I just wanted to tell you, the pool is open, in the basement, if you want to use it. Your door key will let you in." 
	She turns around. "Thank..." He is gone, quickly striding off down the hall to his door. She closes and locks the door, and returns to bed, dropping her robe over a chair on the way. Curling up once again on the bed, she feels the sensation yet again of being watched. 'I'll give them something to watch!' she spreads her legs wide, and masturbates to two orgasms before she stops. Shivering, covered in sweat, she feels more tired than ever. Hands on her crotch, she drifts off to sleep.
 
	She is having another of her strange dreams. The pinch in the pussy, then the warmth, and the hands. On her, in her, across her. She is rolled to her stomach, amid more of the flashes of light. It is like a glitter ball. She thinks absurdly. The hands roam across her ass, her tits and pussy are thoroughly explored. And her clit is rubbed and sucked till she cums. A tongue  laps at the juices flowing from her slit. Then the mouth kisses her tits, over and over. Then it kisses her. As the tongue explores her mouth, she wraps her arms around the dark form, and wholeheartedly kisses him back, as fingers probe her pussy and a hand gropes her tits. Then she blissfully sleeps.
 
	She wakes up, sore and tired. Just like yesterday. She knows if she doesn't get some good sleep soon, she will get fired. Moaning, she rolls out of bed, and gasps at the cramps in her belly. She hits her knees, and holds her sides till the cramps pass. There is a bitter, sharp taste in her mouth, and she has a hot forehead. She calls work, and tells them she is sick. Judy, the receptionist, tells her it's ok, and she hangs up. Falling back into bed, she smells something. Incense. Like roses, it wafts across the room, and is very soothing. She drifts off to the lovely smell of it.
	Later, feeling much better, she pulls on her bikini, and shakily makes her way to the pool. She opens the door and locks it behind her. Turning on the lights, she looks around. No windows, no other door. She will hear anyone enter this way. She pulls the stringy thing off and drops it on her towel. Amazed at how much better three hours sleep have made her feel, she walks over to the water in her skin. She appraises her reflection in the water. Her tits are still small, but it is like she feels them more. Her pussy is shaved like an egg, and her long, black hair flows across her back and shoulders in a soft, shining tide. She thinks her face is rather plain, and her legs none too shapely. 'No wonder I can't get a boyfriend. I am plain, skinny, and have small tits.' she splashes into the water, wondering at the feel of it on her bare skin and shaven pussy. 
	It is strange on her slit. She is very tender, there. She probes with her fingers, and gasps as she feels it sting. Her fingers come away covered in blood. She swims to the edge of the pool. 
	"It's too early for my period." She says to herself. She pulls her pussy open and delicately probes around inside. She finds nothing. But the soreness and stinging sensation are very bad, and she resolves to make a Gyn appointment, tomorrow. Sliding back into the water, she floats out into the center of the pool on her back. After a moment, the lights flicker, and go out. She screams. Trying to remain calm, she calls out. "Hello? There is someone in here. Hello?" There is no answer. She makes her way over to the edge and pulls herself out just as the lights come on. She wraps her arms around her bare chest, and looks around. She is alone. 
	Shivering, and suddenly nervous, she walks over to her towel. It is gone, and her bikini with it. Just her keys on the floor. Eyes wide, she looks around. There is no one there. Then the lights go out again. She screams and calls for help. Then hands shove her into the water. She gets a lungful and almost drowns before the lights come on. She had forgotten which way was up for a moment. Looking around, she sees no one. Climbing out again, she picks up her keys, and looks around in terror. This time when the lights go out, she doesn't scream, she runs back to the showers. But she trips on something on the way and falls hard. She lands hard on her chest, and tries to scream as the wind is blasted from her lungs. She curls into the fetal position and tries to get her breath back. It was a long time before the lights came back on. She crawls to the showers. Creeping up the wall, she looks in every stall and every shower. Empty. The entry way is also empty. She quickly showers off, and cautiously looks out towards the door. It is open. There are four light switches beside it. She is in the basement, her apartment is on the third floor. She is up the four flights of stairs easily. Then she peeks out into the hall. Vacant. She runs to her door and fumbles with the keys. It seems like she is exposed forever before the first lock opens. She hears feet on the steps, and drops her keys. Cursing, she picks them up and fumbles with the last lock. It opens and she rushes in just as the door at the end of the hall opens. 
	Slamming the door, she locks the three locks, and collapses in front of the door, knees to her chest, crying. It takes her a long time to regain her composure. Finally rising to dress, she grabs the bag with the panties in it, and gasps. The white cotton undies with the pink bows she bought the day before, were gone. Only the slinky black g-strings were left. She searches her apartment high and low. She cannot find them. Pulling on her clothes, she walks down the hall to where Jim lives. After a moment, he answers.
	"Oh, hello." He is surprised to see her. "I just got back from the hardware store. You were lucky to catch me."
	"Sorry to bother you, but I was down at the pool, and someone stole by clothes and towel. And I swear to God that somebody was fucking with me, turning the lights on and off. Who has a key to that door?"
	"How did they get your clothes?"
	"I was in the shower. The lights went out for a moment, and when they came back on, my things were gone."
	"Oh." He looks like he doesn't believe her. He knows damn well what she was doing. But is too polite to say. "Well, all the door keys in this building open that door. It is for the use of the tenants. Probably just some kids playing a joke"
	"Oh, thank you. And does anyone else have a key to my apartment? Some things have come up missing from there, too."
	"No. Just you and the manager. And that one stays locked up in a key box downtown. Feel free to change the locks, if you want. You are allowed. If you want, I can drill holes for new locks."
	She thanks him, and makes an appointment to have another hole added to her door. She drives down to the hardware store and picks up three new dead bolt locks and a chain. He drills the holes and offers to install them for her. He is so kind, that she offers him refreshments. He blushes and declines. She sees him in a new light as he pushes the glasses up on his nose. She remembers his genuine concern at her dilemma. And, she realizes, he is cute. His brown hair and eyes are on a strong face, and his arms are well defined where they poke out of his shirt. 
	When he is done, she thanks him and he makes her promise to call if she needs anything. Then he quickly strides off down the hall. She checks him out as he goes. His backside is nice, and there is strength in his walk. His shyness hides his handsomeness most of the time, but when he is working, she can see him peeking thru.
	Smiling, she closes the door and locks it. All four locks. Then she strips and climbs into the shower. Her pussy has stopped bleeding, and is no longer sore. Sure she is fine, she decides the Gyn appointment is over doing it, and forgets all about it. She sits in the stream of hot water and lets it wash over her. Her hands cannot resist the pull, and she masturbates again. Then again. She is suddenly terribly horny. Closing her eyes, she imagines Jim finger fucking her. Then she imagines him licking his way across her slit, to her tits, and finally her mouth. His cock spearing her, tearing her virginity away. As she cums for the fifth time, her eyes roll back and her back arches. It is the most powerful she has ever had. 
	Toweling off, she collapses in bed and turns on the television. There is nothing on, and she turns it back off. Opening her book, she cannot read past the memory of her frenzied orgasm session. And suddenly realizes she had been dripping wet after her climb up from the pool. Her pussy had been so slick from fear and excitement, that it had dripped down her leg.  She tossed the book away, and sat naked at her desk and wrote in her diary. She wrote down as much as she could remember about the dreams. When she was finished, she lay back on the bed and fell asleep to sweet memories of her masturbation and her strange dreams.
 
	It is more than two weeks before she has another strange dream. Work had been going so well, and now she was getting a raise. She had made every excuse to see Jim imaginable. Stopping by to see if he needed anything at the store. Offering to take him swimming with her. Offering to cook him dinner. He never said yes, just blushed furiously, and made excuses. She was starting to really get into it when the dream happened. 
	She was sleeping, and felt the familiar pinch in her canal. Followed by the warm feeling. Then the flashes of light, and the hands. Lips on her skin, bringing her to orgasm. Then again. Licking her juices away and fondling her tits. Then something against her lips. She opened her mouth and it pressed in. Across her lips and into her mouth. It moved thru her mouth and into her throat. She gagged slightly at the taste and the intrusion. She realized vaguely that it was a cock. She sucked at it, enjoying her dream, and it exploded down her throat. There was no warning, and the cum filled her throat and mouth, spilling out to the pillow and her neck. She swallowed, in her dream, and licked the last of it from the cock as it bobbed before her. Then she was toweled off. It was her missing towel. 
	She licked the cum from her fingers as they wiped it from her neck. In her dream, she was a slut, like she had seen in those movies. She knew this was just a dream, just fanciful imagining. So she had no fear, no inhibitions. Then the dark presence was gone. All alone, she felt her dream end, as her dream self drifted off to sleep.
 
	She woke to an absolutely horrible taste in her mouth. She stumbled to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She decided to skip breakfast today, and dressed for work. While making her bed, she saw something strange. There was a few drops of a dried substance on her coverlet. Just below the pillow. 'Cum.' comes immediately to mind. She dismisses it with a shrug, and ties her hair back as she heads to the door. There is something in her hair. It is flaky and crusted. She combs it out and looks at the flakes on her comb. Shaking her head, she grabs her purse and heads out the door. She bumps into Jim on her way out. As usual after one of her dreams, she was groggy and sore. 
	"Oh! Sorry. I found these in the dumpster. Are they yours?"
	It was her towel and bikini. Both covered in oil and other unimaginable fluids. "Yes. You can throw them away. They're ruined." He drops them down the garbage chute and turns to go. "Jim."
	He turns. "Yes?"
	"What are you doing tonight?"
	"Why?" He is his usual defensive self.
	"I wanted to see if you wanted to go out. You know, see a movie or something, maybe dinner?"
	"Ummmm. Sure. I don't see why not. What time?"
	"I get off work at five. How about six?"
	"Alright, I'll check the listings. Anything you want to see?"
	"How about that new Stephen King movie."
	"Sounds good. See you at six." she is glad to have finally gotten thru to her neighbor. His shyness was still there, but she was overcoming it.
	Despite her weariness, her day flew past. She was humming to herself on the way home. Taking a quick shower, she sat at the vanity in her skin, and applied her makeup. Just a little. Rouge on her cheeks. She was pale even in the heat of late summer. Lipstick, and eyeliner and a pinch of blush. Pulling on her black dress, she marveled at how her chest had grown in the past few weeks. She had been barely an A-cup. Now she was a C and the dress was a little tight in the chest. Her nipples poked thru the fabric and were very easy to see. She smiled and pulled on one of the g-strings. 
	No sooner was she done, than there was a knock on the door. It was Jim. "The show starts at six ten." Whatever else he had been about to say was cut off as he stared. She smiled and curtsied. Revealing the slit in the side from her ankle to her armpit, that was held shut with velvet ribbon across her side, and showing the waist band of her panties. He was in new black jeans and a white, high collar button down shirt. He held her jacket for her, and offered his arm to escort her to the car. His shyness evident in his red face and averted eyes. He only looked at her face, and then only rarely.
 
	The night was wonderful. She tried to refrain from teasing him too badly, and he blushed and made a little conversation. At the end of the evening, she had to grab him and kiss him good night. He blushed from his collar to his crown, gave a little bow, and took off down the hall just short of a dead run. Giggling, she closed the door and shucked the dress. The g-string slid down her legs, and she kicked the useless thing across the room. It covered just her front and left her ass bare. 
	Climbing into the shower, she instantly felt her way to her aching pussy. She hoped Jim would make his move soon, or she would have to rape him. Her orgasms came in a flood. One after another in rapid succession. She thought of Jim again. His cock spearing her, in her pussy, in her mouth. She wanted him. When she was finished, she douched. Her period was last week, and a little of the blood washed out.  She shaved her legs and pussy again, luxuriating in the velvety smooth feel of her lips after she was done. She hopes she has another of those dreams tonight, they really turn her on. 
	Entering the bedroom, she pulls the covers back, and gasps. Her legs give out, and she hits the floor hard enough to bruise her bare ass. Her bed is full of rose petals. Between the covers and sheets are hundreds upon hundreds of rose petals. She calls the police. Telling them of the rose petals, the stolen panties. And her stolen swim wear. They assure her that the locks are sound, and no one could have forced entry to her apartment. After taking pictures they tell her to stay at a friends house if she is uncomfortable. Then they leave. She locks the door and sleeps on the couch that night. 
 	The next day, she changes the locks again. And adds a floor stop that cannot be broken unless the door is battered from the hinges.  Jim installs it, and an intercom. She can call him instantly if she needs something. For once, concern overrides shyness. And he hugs her and soothes her as she cries. After her fast shower, she knocks on his door and they watch a movie together. She falls asleep on his couch. He wakes her for work the next day, and she kisses him before she leaves. He had been shocked at this. Blushing brightly enough to read by. 
 
	She has another one of those strange dreams. Hands roll her to her stomach, and there is the pinch inside her pussy again. As the warmth floods thru her, something is pressed to her asshole. She moans and pushes at the bed, but whatever or whoever it is, is too heavy. As it slides into her, she has the vague feeling of being fucked. 'So, this is a wet dream.' as it takes her, she moans and tries to fuck it back, sure that she must enjoy the dream. It hurts, but not too bad. Her face is pressed into the pillow, and she cannot breathe. It is cold in her, and gradually warms with her own heat. Then another is pressed into her pussy. She is rolled to her back, and her legs lifted high and spread. The flashes of light are almost bright enough to read by. Then they wink out as she loses consciousness.
 
	The next morning, her ass is sore and red. She can hardly walk, so she calls off work, saying she has diherrea. After asking Jim to stop by, she showers. Blood from her ass washes down the drain, and she panics. The dream last night had been so real. Was it a dream? Or was she being raped. She calls her Gyn after Jim drops off the milk and Asprin she asked him to get, and makes an appointment. There is a new secretary, and he is very nice about the whole thing.
	The next day, she shows up as planned, but the secretary, the same woman who had been there since she was a child, had no idea she was supposed to be there. The earliest appointment she could get on a walk in was in two weeks. She thanked the woman, who had never heard of a male receptionist working there, and left.
	Two days later there was another dream. She was lifted and bent over the end of the bed. Again the intrusions in her body. Then hands on her. Something was pressed into her mouth, and she gagged as it forced its way into her throat. Hands held her hair and it fucked her face. She had no choice this time but to swallow, as it was so deep in her mouth that it shot right down her throat. She was tossed back to the bed and the intrusion in her ass pushed so far in that it hurt. The one in her pussy was pulled out and the flashes came in a blinding flurry. She passed out to the twinkling of light and the hands on her skin. Dozens and dozens of hands.
 
	Two days after that there is another. Hands on her, the pain in her canal, and a warm, wetness on her pussy. It probes past her labia and vulva. Flicking her clit, fingers massage the inside of her canal and the mouth, that is all it can be, licks at her and gradually brings her to orgasm. She arches her back with the power of it. It was a wonderful feeling, but strange. Too real for any dream. Then she feels the intrusion in her pussy. It is soft and warm. She moans and wraps her legs around the dark form over her. He slides in and out of her, and she luxuriates in the feeling. She knows it is a cock, her dreams were so wonderful. It fucks her over and over again.  She cums three times while it pounds at her. The form over her sits up. Lifting first one leg then the other till her head was between her ankles, it gets an unusual angle inside her, and she moans like a whore for her dream lover as her orgasm hits again. Then it spasmed. It pulled out and she can see the hands pull the condom off. Strong fingers force her mouth open, and pour the salty liquid into her mouth. She smiles and swallows. Wanting to be the slut in her dreams she never could be in life. As it slides down her throat, she feels the darkness reach for her.
 
	She is so terribly sick the next day, that she can barely call off work between the violent fits of vomiting. She collapses in bed and shivers despite the heat. Her pussy was sore and bleeding, but her Gyn appointment was in two days. She could wait. She drifts off to another deep lungful of incense. Jim burned that. Said it must waft thru gaps in the walls and fill her apartment. But it was strange. She had closed her door once, and her stereo, which had been blasting, had cut off abruptly. Her apartment was well sealed, so where did the incense come thru? 
	But she is too tired to think on it too much. And sleep claims her as she tries desperately to discover its source. Knowing somehow that if she can discover that, her strange dreams and her sickness will be answered as well.
 
	Again the strange dream. Hands on her, then the intrusion of the dream cock. Only this time, there were three. One in each hole. She was afraid, this time. Not turned on. In her dream, she tried to fight it, but she was too weak. She was lifted to the floor, and the three cocks pounded at her holes. Spraying seed down her throat, then emptying condoms into her waiting mouth for her to swallow. She did so out of reflex. Then she was washed off with a warm, damp cloth and returned to her bed.
 
	"Molly. I know you are there, please answer, it's me, Jim." She sat silent, staring at the speaker. He sighed. "Alright. I don't know why you are avoiding me, but your parents called, they haven't heard from you in a few days and wanted me to check on you. Molly, please answer. I am really worried about you. Ok. I'll stop by later. If you need anything, anything at all. Don't hesitate to call. Bye."
	She had not left her apartment for three days. Moving around in the dark and eating only rarely. She had gone to her Gyn appointment, and found it had been canceled. Her 'boyfriend' had called and canceled it for her. She told the receptionist that she didn't have a boyfriend, then she went to the hospital. The doctor told her she was suffering from Rohypnol withdraw. It was a tranquilizer usually associated with date rape. A physical revealed that her hymen was broken and track marks in her vaginal wall. And scarring in her large intestine, usually associated with anal sex. She thanked the doctor, and went home.
	She moved around in the dark. She went to her bathroom to pee, and saw something strange. Her mirror was lit up. She looked around and could not find where it was coming from. She tried to look behind the mirror, but it was screwed to the wall. She smashed it with her hair dryer. There was a hole in the wall behind the glass. Inside this hole was a camera and spotlight, it turned on whenever she moved in front of it. And there was a note, written in lipstick, black lipstick. HER black lipstick. "You are mine, bitch" Was all it said. She lifted a piece of the mirror and looked at it. It was two way glass. She could not see thru it from her side, but someone could see thru it from the peep hole. Her times in front of the vanity, shaving, masturbating, oiling her tits, all came back in a flood. And she remembered the feeling of eyes upon her. 
	She fled the bathroom and ran to the door, in just her robe, she unlocked it, and yanked on the door. It didn't budge. A voice crackled across the intercom.
	"I see you found me out. Oh well. You will never leave this apartment." She smashed the speaker to shut him up, and lifted the phone. He was there too. "Oh, Molly. You played right into my hands. I loved playing the shy, insecure goof and having you come on to me. It was fun, but now it is over. I am going to fuck you for a while, then I am going to kill you." With a scream, she yanks the phone from the wall, and runs to the window. She can get down the fire escape. Her stereo comes on. "Molly, Molly, Molly. You never learn, do you? I have you, now. The windows were nailed shut. The door is locked from the outside. I have you. Take your robe off." 
	She slides down the wall, tears on her face. "Get up, bitch. You enjoyed it enough when you thought it was a dream, now stand up and strip." She shook her head, and huddled closer to the corner. That's when she saw it. The wall opened up. It was a hidden door. Jim stood looking down at her, hands on his hips, all traces of his shyness gone. 
	"I said stand up." He grabbed her hair and drug her to her feet. Her robe was torn from her skin and he spun her around and shoved her against the wall. A sharp slap landed across her ass, and she squealed. "Scream away, bitch. I soundproofed this room long before you moved in." He slapped her ass again and again. And ruthlessly pressed her against the wall. Releasing her, he lets her collapse to the floor.
	"Masturbate for me. I so enjoy watching you, reading your diary, and tasting you those times. Now do it for me again." She feels tears in her eyes, but cannot will herself to move. He brutally stomps down on her ankle. She feels it break. Thru her scream, she can hear him yelling at her. "DO IT, YOU WHORE. FINGER YOURSELF. DO IT, DO IT, DO IT." She cries and forces her fingers to her slit. His anger is so great, that she doesn't want to risk further injury. Her whole leg is agony as she pushes past her slit, into her canal. He lets her do this for a long time. Pressing into herself and licking the fluids from her fingers when he tells her to. Then he grabs her by her broken ankle and drags her across the floor. She screams again as he wrenches the injury causing further damage. 
	She is lifted and thrown on the bed. She sits up to plead with him, and he back hands her across the mouth so hard it makes spots dance across her vision. She tastes blood as his weight presses down on her. His cock presses into her pussy. Tearing her, ripping her open. She screams again as her lips are painfully distended. As he lifts her ankles up to her head, she realizes then that he had fucked her before. Probably many times before. Times she didn't even remember. He pounds her brutally. He slams against her cervix till it, too opens. Then he slides into her womb. His cock is so huge. It fills her painfully and grinds against her pubic bone till she is raw and bleeding. Then he cums. It is a flood in her womb. She cries and begs, asking him not to cum inside her. She will swallow it. But he ignores her. As he pulls out, she curls into a ball. Her parents present is tainted by the knowledge that she has been raped upon it. 
	"You wanted me to take your cherry, and I did. Too bad you were too drugged to remember. You should have called the cops the first chance you got. You might have avoided this, then. But I doubt it." 
	Then she feels the ropes on her wrists. He ties her face down to the head board and then ties her ankles. She screams as the rope pulls painfully at her broken ankle. "SHUT UP, SLUT!" He slaps her ass so hard that she is sure he leaves a bruise. Then she hears other voices in the room. Lots of other voices in the room. He stuffs a pair of panties, her missing panties, into her mouth, she feels the first of the hands upon her. He ties a g-string across her mouth to keep the wad of cotton in, and she feels more of them. As the first one climbs onto her, she screams into the gag.
 
	She loses count of the cocks that have used her. She is bruised and bleeding, wet with the cum across her back and with the sweat and piss of her assailants. They had wiped their cocks clean in her hair and some strangled her with the long, dark strands. She weeps as the last of them pulls from her ass. She had ceased to fight long ago. Days had passed. At least two. She had woke at intervals to see light or dark thru the dirty glass. 
	As she watches the form go, she looks to the cameras and mirrors set up around the room. Some of them had wanted her to watch them rape her. She had been whipped and one man had cut across her back repeatedly with a knife. She cries with relief as the ropes are cut. Feeling had long since fled her hands and feet. Her ankle was a fount of joyous agony. Then he rolls her over. She is retied, and he sits beside her. With practiced strokes, he trims the week old stubble from her abused slit, and she feels something press into her clit. She tries to scream and buck her hips as it presses thru. 
	He has pierced her clit. Then he removes the gag and pours a little water into her dry mouth. Cutting the ropes, he leaves without saying a word.
 
	In the morning, she tries the door. It opens. In her skin she runs out to the street, her agony from the swollen, terribly twisted ankle overwhelmed by her fear, and into the arms of a police officer. He takes her back to dress, and calls for back up. They search the building high and low, but he is gone. There are disturbing things in his apartment. Pictures of her. Videos of her masturbating, hundreds of hours of this. Of her sucking his cock, of her with his cock buried up her ass. Her with dildos in every hole. Her triple penetrated by men, her with her face buried in a pussy. She didn't even remember that. Bags of her trimmed pubic hair. A plaster cast of her pussy and her tits. And a natural breast enhancement pill that looks like her sleeping pills. She is aware of her swollen tits as the police catalog this. She is embarrassed. The police seal it into boxes, and she leaves with her parents. She is treated for rape, and pregnancy, and released. She keeps the piercing in her clit. She knows that it will be a long time before she is able to recover from this. After three months, the phone rings. She is alone. And the number is unlisted, changed twice a month, and wire tapped.
	"Hello?"
	"You are still mine, bitch. I will come back for you, someday." Then he is gone. Her parents find her in the shower. The water is so hot it had given her second degree burns on her back and neck. She is under supervision for a long time after that. And he never calls again. 

At least. I haven't yet. 

The End
