[graheg]

*WARNING: Non-consensual fantasy fiction. Contains explicit and extremely graphic depictions of bondage and forced sex. None of this is real. Do not read if this bothers you.
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when the brutal noise had suddenly stopped, almost an hour after it began, Valeries’ ears were ringing uncontrollably, loud then soft, peaks and valleys of hum. Her head was filled with horrifying repulsive imagery, word associations to the lyrics that created her worst imaginings. Her lovely dress, one she wore on her birthday a year back, felt completely inadequate. Stripped and raped, stripped and raped. The words circled her mind like vultures. She knew it was useless trying not to think of it. It was going to happen. Very soon. Raw pain ran down the sides of her neck. Perhaps it was the strain her head was in or the strain her ears had to endure, she couldn’t tell. All she could hear was her own erratic heartbeat pounding, her chest tightened from stress, body wet from sweat tricking all over her sensitive flesh that seemed heightened by the loud harshness that dragged on forever. adrenaline was rushing inside her, which made her more aware of her situation. She squeezed her legs together, even though it was already tightly bound. Her panties and bra were inanimate things, unable to stop whatever her captors had in mind. Stripped and raped. She tried thinking of happy times but that made things worst. Joyful thoughts failed miserably before her. Dead fantasies. The density of her true reality was too great a weight. No bright thoughts could save her.

It was almost like a hallucination, that whistling. She heard it through her ringing ears, a sharp melody, a happy tune, like from a cartoon. It got louder, approaching her darkness. Then the suitcase moved again and again she recoiled within, no where to hide. Something else probably worse was going to happen to her. She started pleading senselessly in the dark. Please let me go. please don’t hurt me anymore. please, please, please. The whistling and dragging didn’t stop. It felt far, wherever she was taken, she couldn’t fathom where she was. The heat in the suitcase was stifling her, she felt weak and vulnerable. Then without warning, the whole suitcase was pushed over, she crash landed on her side again and her head was suddenly crushed down under an immense weight. She heard that familiar, demonic guttural voice.
“Vaaaaa lerrrrrrr rieeeeeeeee” you still there?“ She kept still.silent. As if that would make her vanish or be forgotten.
Graheg, who was sitting on the suitcase,bounced up and down . “I can’t heeeear youuuuuu” he bounced some more, finally eliciting a muffled half scream, half moan, not because she wanted to reply, but because the weight crushing her was too much. “Ahhhh, there you are….sorry it’s been so long since you had some fresh air… She tried not to imagine the body that belonged to such a weight. He got up, releasing the pressure. ”I’m going to go get ready. Have to look presentable for my baby girl right? Don’t go anywhere!“ She heard her captors mad giggling fade away, leaving her with silence and a mind running wild with fear.

The mad, six foot, negroid Graheg looked at his pretty self in the full length mirror and adjusted his blue and white cheerleader skirt. His stomach was a bloated thing which made it hard to keep the skirt up. He spread his legs and bent them, right hand reaching up the skirt to tug at his pale orange, high—cut grandmother panties. His bulging, half coiled, uncircumcised cock made the panties too tight while the lacy flower designs irritated his scrotum, but he wanted to look pretty for little Vee. He wore black fishnet stockings that was torn in several places, exposing thick, hairy legs. A dirty beige, silk negligee stretched tautly across his sweaty upper body, leaving mounds of fat to hang out around his waist. He ran his black nailed fingers through his long, badly cut, pink dyed hair and scratched at his thick, stinking beard. He sloppily put on purplish lipstick, licked his foul lips, burped with satisfaction then duck faced the mirror. He was ready to show himself to his beautiful, young daughter.