Defilen Rekker
09-02-2012, 04:21 PM
Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not, please go away and come back when you're older!. It contains content that may offend people, including offensive and racist language. The characters in no way represent the attitudes of the author! This story is fictional, all characters are totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes. This is a snuff story, so yeah. Not for the squeamish.
Codes – M+F, nc, rape, anal, viol, humil, tort, extreme, gore, snuff
THE EUROTRIP AND THE HOSTEL
Summer, 2004
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For eighteen summers Jenny Wick had always been one of the boys. Isolated in small-town Ohio, she only had her fraternal twin brother Jamie and their childhood friends Scott and Cooper as companions. Growing up together in an idyllic all-American farmland had been simple enough, but then Jenny suddenly blossomed without her even knowing it. To the stunned awe and envy of those around her she went from a rough-and-tumble tomboy to a nubile ingenue.
With petite proportions and a 34B-27-34 figure Jenny would turn every head in town. Those who had known her as a precocious youngster saw her exquisite features and soulful eyes mature into something beautiful. It was all the more attractive due to her unworldly ignorance of the power of her sexuality.
As Jenny grew to learn of her blooming beauty she also tried to embrace it. But the sheltered world of her home offered little option for that. Fumbling, sticky gropes in the back of a pickup was not her idea of romance. She dreamed of something else, and bent her considerable mental and physical gifts to achieving it. On her 18th birthday, her parents gave her and Jamie two tickets for an extended trip to Europe – just like she had always wanted.
Jenny could barely contain her excitement when she graduated high school and prepared for the trip. She felt as if a massive change was underway in her life, having rehearsed everything in her mind a hundred times over. Somewhere in Europe she would find the right guy to be her first, a proper Continental lover who could ensure she returned home a woman. In her sweet, naïve imaginings everything would play out like one of the old romance movies she loved so much.
Paris had been an almost perfect start. The city of light was just like she had always dreamed – only with a lot more dogshit on the streets. She half-dragged Jamie around every great gallery and palace and drank her fill of the cultural overload. It was if all the fairy stories she had read were suddenly made real.
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But despite her most fervent hopes no handsome Parisian dude materialized – at least until the morning they left, when a moment of brief flirtation on the railway platform left her reeling. His name was Florian, and his gentle blue eyes seem to bore right in her. But, awkward as ever, Jenny became flustered and staggered away giddy with infatuation. By the time she turned around the guy was gone and she was left with just the pang of the sudden thrill.
A visit to a supposed drug-soaked party beach on the Belgian coast turned out to be a dead end. As Jenny did her best to cocktease in her bikini, she discovered to her disgust that it was a gay beach. The next stop after that was the hash bars of Amsterdam, where things proceeded to get even worse. The twins' attempt to savor the stoner delights of the city only wound up with them being ripped off. Then their old hometown friends, Scott and Cooper, appeared. Scott had come over to look for his Slovakian girlfriend who had suddenly broken off communication. Cooper had tagged along as ever. Jenny was never very fond of either boy (although Jamie worshiped them both). This was especially true of Cooper with whom she had submitted to a few drunken fumbles – something she resented him for. But Scott seemed really concerned over something bad happening to Mieke, so her protests were muted when they all took the train to Bratislava. There would always be time for the visit to the Vatican afterwards, she thought.
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It was a long, cramped train ride to the Slovak capital. Trapped in a stinky cabin with three boys, Jenny quickly came to regret the change of plan. She peered into the dark that raced past the window but saw nothing other than endless gloomy forest. Something about he romance of train travel had always intrigued her – but that seemed in short supply when surrounded by her three farting, snoring companions.
Desperate for some air she left the cabin and stood out in the passage. A buzzing electric light flickered on and off for a few seconds at a time, disorientating the dazed Jenny even further. Everything felt like a weird dream to her.
The sudden sound of another cabin door opening brought her out of her reverie. Languidly she looked around to see a man standing in the blinking light. Her bright eyes bulged as she took in the sight of this creepy, skeletal old man eyeing her lustfully in the half-dark. In her lurid imagination he seemed like some ghastly vampire that had just appeared out of the shadows. The reflection of his glasses gave him a cold, robotic mask for a face.
Her breath caught as he suddenly grabbed her breasts, firmly and roughly cupping her ample 34Bs in his talon-like hands. Jenny's frightened doe-like eyes stared back into a pair as cold and dead as slate. She wanted to scream, to pull him off and run back into her cabin. But terror had paralyzed her utterly, and she was helpless as the horrible old man groped her.
There was a crash as a porter appeared through an end door of the carriage. The lights went out again for a few seconds, and when they flickered back on the old man had vanished back into his cabin. Jenny stood shivering and stunned, not knowing whether to cry or scream. The porter barely acknowledged her with a curt nod, but it brought her around enough to stagger back into the cabin with the boys. For a few dazed moments she wondered if it had even happened. But the look in the man's eyes burned in her brain.
Her brother stirred. “Ev'thing alright, sis?” he gurgled.
“Y-yeah,” Jenny lied. “Just had a bad dream.” She could feel the ache of her bruised breasts suddenly begin to throb. “Let's...let's just get some sleep.”
She managed to snatch a few haunted, hazy hours of rest but they ended with an abrupt shudder as the train finally rolled into Bratislava Central. In the dismal gray light of a Slovakian morning it was not an inspiring sight for her. Worse came when the kids began walking to their hostel, struggling under the weight of their backpacks for nearly an hour. The locals seemed pointedly unwilling to help, and no cab, taxi or tram stopped. With the narrow cobbled streets, looming houses and grotesque stranglers, the sleep-deprived Jenny suddenly felt like she was in some nasty horror story.
To the kids' chagrin there was still a long stretch of road before they reached their destination. In an urgent, feisty determination Jenny began to flash her round, rock-hard tits before the passing motorists. Even as an inexperienced virgin she was well aware of the power of her sexuality and her nubile figure.
An amused Scott had to hold an upset Cooper back; the latter was the only guy to have ever felt Jenny up, and he railed at her for exposing her magnificent breasts to countless Commie creeps but not him. But an unimpressed Jamie reminded his sister that even her charms had no effect in a land where ads on mainstream TV featured lesbian sex. Already grumpy and resentful, Jenny felt offended by the indifference of the passing cars.
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“LOOK AT THESE!! I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD!”
Like a sudden bolt of lightning she made eye contact with the driver of a shining Mercedes that was cursing past. To her utter horror she realized it was the weirdo who had groped her on the train. Their gaze only held steady for a few moments, but she could tell he recognized her – and from his reptilian smile he obviously enjoyed her discomfort with this weird roadside coincidence. As she abruptly pulled her top back down she realized that he must be heading into Bratislava too.
“W-well screw them!” snorted Jenny. “Let's just keep walking.” The boys could not help but notice how their old friend was shivering, but idly put it down to adrenalin or the cold. They all put he incident out of their minds as they entered the city proper.
When the beleaguered American teens finally arrived at the hostel, even the jaded boys were impressed by the faded grandeur of the place. The lobby was busy and cosmopolitan, and looked like it hadn't been redecorated for a century. Inspired by the seedy charm of the whole musty atmosphere Jenny almost forgot her fatigue and lost herself in dreaming of the thousand stories that had passed through.
It took several coughs and throat-clearing to bring the fat concierge up to the desk. He grudgingly stirred herself from behind his computer and and booked the kids in. With a lazy disinterest he laid out the rules of the place and handed over the keys. The boys had one room and Jenny and Jamie another. After what seemed a lifetime they made it and dropped their gear.
For her part Jenny just wanted to eat and sleep, and was unmoved by Scott's entreaties to help search for his missing girlfriend immediately. The three boys headed off straight after arriving, with Jamie promising his sister they'd be back by evening. Barely listening, she curled up on the bed to sulk with a chocolate bar and tried to savor the first decent rest in days.
Codes – M+F, nc, rape, anal, viol, humil, tort, extreme, gore, snuff
THE EUROTRIP AND THE HOSTEL
Summer, 2004
http://www.lakecityquietpills.com/photo/multihost/images/93715832890800808995.jpg
For eighteen summers Jenny Wick had always been one of the boys. Isolated in small-town Ohio, she only had her fraternal twin brother Jamie and their childhood friends Scott and Cooper as companions. Growing up together in an idyllic all-American farmland had been simple enough, but then Jenny suddenly blossomed without her even knowing it. To the stunned awe and envy of those around her she went from a rough-and-tumble tomboy to a nubile ingenue.
With petite proportions and a 34B-27-34 figure Jenny would turn every head in town. Those who had known her as a precocious youngster saw her exquisite features and soulful eyes mature into something beautiful. It was all the more attractive due to her unworldly ignorance of the power of her sexuality.
As Jenny grew to learn of her blooming beauty she also tried to embrace it. But the sheltered world of her home offered little option for that. Fumbling, sticky gropes in the back of a pickup was not her idea of romance. She dreamed of something else, and bent her considerable mental and physical gifts to achieving it. On her 18th birthday, her parents gave her and Jamie two tickets for an extended trip to Europe – just like she had always wanted.
Jenny could barely contain her excitement when she graduated high school and prepared for the trip. She felt as if a massive change was underway in her life, having rehearsed everything in her mind a hundred times over. Somewhere in Europe she would find the right guy to be her first, a proper Continental lover who could ensure she returned home a woman. In her sweet, naïve imaginings everything would play out like one of the old romance movies she loved so much.
Paris had been an almost perfect start. The city of light was just like she had always dreamed – only with a lot more dogshit on the streets. She half-dragged Jamie around every great gallery and palace and drank her fill of the cultural overload. It was if all the fairy stories she had read were suddenly made real.
http://www.lakecityquietpills.com/photo/multihost/images/48150420431170200279.jpg
But despite her most fervent hopes no handsome Parisian dude materialized – at least until the morning they left, when a moment of brief flirtation on the railway platform left her reeling. His name was Florian, and his gentle blue eyes seem to bore right in her. But, awkward as ever, Jenny became flustered and staggered away giddy with infatuation. By the time she turned around the guy was gone and she was left with just the pang of the sudden thrill.
A visit to a supposed drug-soaked party beach on the Belgian coast turned out to be a dead end. As Jenny did her best to cocktease in her bikini, she discovered to her disgust that it was a gay beach. The next stop after that was the hash bars of Amsterdam, where things proceeded to get even worse. The twins' attempt to savor the stoner delights of the city only wound up with them being ripped off. Then their old hometown friends, Scott and Cooper, appeared. Scott had come over to look for his Slovakian girlfriend who had suddenly broken off communication. Cooper had tagged along as ever. Jenny was never very fond of either boy (although Jamie worshiped them both). This was especially true of Cooper with whom she had submitted to a few drunken fumbles – something she resented him for. But Scott seemed really concerned over something bad happening to Mieke, so her protests were muted when they all took the train to Bratislava. There would always be time for the visit to the Vatican afterwards, she thought.
http://www.lakecityquietpills.com/photo/multihost/images/32153621123107347304.gif
It was a long, cramped train ride to the Slovak capital. Trapped in a stinky cabin with three boys, Jenny quickly came to regret the change of plan. She peered into the dark that raced past the window but saw nothing other than endless gloomy forest. Something about he romance of train travel had always intrigued her – but that seemed in short supply when surrounded by her three farting, snoring companions.
Desperate for some air she left the cabin and stood out in the passage. A buzzing electric light flickered on and off for a few seconds at a time, disorientating the dazed Jenny even further. Everything felt like a weird dream to her.
The sudden sound of another cabin door opening brought her out of her reverie. Languidly she looked around to see a man standing in the blinking light. Her bright eyes bulged as she took in the sight of this creepy, skeletal old man eyeing her lustfully in the half-dark. In her lurid imagination he seemed like some ghastly vampire that had just appeared out of the shadows. The reflection of his glasses gave him a cold, robotic mask for a face.
Her breath caught as he suddenly grabbed her breasts, firmly and roughly cupping her ample 34Bs in his talon-like hands. Jenny's frightened doe-like eyes stared back into a pair as cold and dead as slate. She wanted to scream, to pull him off and run back into her cabin. But terror had paralyzed her utterly, and she was helpless as the horrible old man groped her.
There was a crash as a porter appeared through an end door of the carriage. The lights went out again for a few seconds, and when they flickered back on the old man had vanished back into his cabin. Jenny stood shivering and stunned, not knowing whether to cry or scream. The porter barely acknowledged her with a curt nod, but it brought her around enough to stagger back into the cabin with the boys. For a few dazed moments she wondered if it had even happened. But the look in the man's eyes burned in her brain.
Her brother stirred. “Ev'thing alright, sis?” he gurgled.
“Y-yeah,” Jenny lied. “Just had a bad dream.” She could feel the ache of her bruised breasts suddenly begin to throb. “Let's...let's just get some sleep.”
She managed to snatch a few haunted, hazy hours of rest but they ended with an abrupt shudder as the train finally rolled into Bratislava Central. In the dismal gray light of a Slovakian morning it was not an inspiring sight for her. Worse came when the kids began walking to their hostel, struggling under the weight of their backpacks for nearly an hour. The locals seemed pointedly unwilling to help, and no cab, taxi or tram stopped. With the narrow cobbled streets, looming houses and grotesque stranglers, the sleep-deprived Jenny suddenly felt like she was in some nasty horror story.
To the kids' chagrin there was still a long stretch of road before they reached their destination. In an urgent, feisty determination Jenny began to flash her round, rock-hard tits before the passing motorists. Even as an inexperienced virgin she was well aware of the power of her sexuality and her nubile figure.
An amused Scott had to hold an upset Cooper back; the latter was the only guy to have ever felt Jenny up, and he railed at her for exposing her magnificent breasts to countless Commie creeps but not him. But an unimpressed Jamie reminded his sister that even her charms had no effect in a land where ads on mainstream TV featured lesbian sex. Already grumpy and resentful, Jenny felt offended by the indifference of the passing cars.
http://www.lakecityquietpills.com/photo/multihost/images/61389500046531573779.gif
“LOOK AT THESE!! I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD!”
Like a sudden bolt of lightning she made eye contact with the driver of a shining Mercedes that was cursing past. To her utter horror she realized it was the weirdo who had groped her on the train. Their gaze only held steady for a few moments, but she could tell he recognized her – and from his reptilian smile he obviously enjoyed her discomfort with this weird roadside coincidence. As she abruptly pulled her top back down she realized that he must be heading into Bratislava too.
“W-well screw them!” snorted Jenny. “Let's just keep walking.” The boys could not help but notice how their old friend was shivering, but idly put it down to adrenalin or the cold. They all put he incident out of their minds as they entered the city proper.
When the beleaguered American teens finally arrived at the hostel, even the jaded boys were impressed by the faded grandeur of the place. The lobby was busy and cosmopolitan, and looked like it hadn't been redecorated for a century. Inspired by the seedy charm of the whole musty atmosphere Jenny almost forgot her fatigue and lost herself in dreaming of the thousand stories that had passed through.
It took several coughs and throat-clearing to bring the fat concierge up to the desk. He grudgingly stirred herself from behind his computer and and booked the kids in. With a lazy disinterest he laid out the rules of the place and handed over the keys. The boys had one room and Jenny and Jamie another. After what seemed a lifetime they made it and dropped their gear.
For her part Jenny just wanted to eat and sleep, and was unmoved by Scott's entreaties to help search for his missing girlfriend immediately. The three boys headed off straight after arriving, with Jamie promising his sister they'd be back by evening. Barely listening, she curled up on the bed to sulk with a chocolate bar and tried to savor the first decent rest in days.