[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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Valerie felt haunted in that room with the mad naked man. His presence was evil, menacing, creeping under her skin.

He was was silently watching his young victim quivering on the mattress as he gulped down more beers, smoked a fat blunt, touched himself now and then as his imagined what he would do to her next.

She couldn't deny her reality any more. It was starting to sink in. She could not pull her bound arms from under her body, she could not push him away, or hit him, or stop his hands from roaming, undressing, touching her,

she could not even get up, let alone run from him. She was forced to lie there on the filthy mattress, in the locked room, all alone with her brutal rapist, waiting for the inevitable.

Her muffled screaming will barely go beyond the room. There was no one else to hear her except him, and he loved the music that gagged, frightened teens make.

All that crying and mewing.

No one had burst through the door to save her. No heroes surrounded this place, ready to strike, to kill this horrible man, to bring her home, safe and sound, to mommy and daddy and friends.

She felt horribly trapped in this nightmare. A lamb to the slaughter. Her hunger and thirst was unbearable, weakening her, making her feel terribly vulnerable, all forms of positivity draining away with her sweat and tears.

She saw him stand up, having finished his 'break.' He was coming for her.

She could see it in his red, drunk eyes, in the excitement of his gross, erect penis, coming alive again as he approached her youthful body.

"Gotta tie down those lovely legs vee," he slurred. "keep it nice and straightened, so you can't go anywhere, and you can't kick me or push me off you...“

She was still curled as he stepped onto the mattress, towering above her fragile form. There was determination in his voice. "I drilled the flooring..." he said, picking up a bag of heavy duty cable ties, “rows and rows of thick screws with eyelets, all around the fuck bed. Hold you down real tight, spread you out if i like..."

The term 'fuck bed' made her sick. She saw herself naked, sprawled, hopelessly open to this disgusting man.

He tore at the bag with his teeth, letting several long and black zipties tumble to the foot of the mattress. She started to struggle away, fear climbing up her throat with no where else to go. Tightly gagged. Soggy panties.

Blood was rushing through his body, feeding his cock. The drugs escalating the viagra in his veins, balls broiling.

Where did she find the strength to start screaming again when he grabbed her ankles with both hands,? she didn't know.

Where did she find the energy to keep yanking her legs from his grip? It was lost to her.

Survival instinct perhaps.

It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

He pulled her little body towards him, making her dress slide up to her upper thighs.

He reminded himself not to peek between her legs. Seeing her panties for the very first time is important. Make the revealing meaningful, delay the sight of that secret, intimate thing, hiding her tender treasure, as long as possible...

He turned his back to her, then sat on her lower legs, pinning it down into the mattress. He positioned her bound feet, so small and cute, right above the eyelets secured in concrete.

He threaded a cable tie through two eyelets, wrapped it around her feet, inserted the tip into the opening of the tie and yanked tight.

Immediately, she couldn't lift her legs anymore. He threaded one more cable tie that way, then cinched them both together. He reached for the bundle of thin rope and started to thread and knot, and twist, securing her down utterly and completely.

"let's test this out shall we? Q.C and all that..." Graheg got off her legs, turned slowly for effect, his balls and cock swinging back into view. Valerie was visibly cowering. He dropped to his knees, straddling her solar plexus, jammed his right hand needlessly on her gagged mouth and pinched her nose shut with finger and thumb. He turned to look at her feet and waited for her to start trashing. Her legs started jerking furiously, pointlessly tugging at the bonds. "Try harder baby...try to break free!“ he rubbed his crotch up and down the soft fabric of her dress, making his dick grow harder and harder. She twisted and pulled and pushed her feet to no avail. Nothing gave.

Good, good.." He let her breathe, rubbing his groin on her soft dress some more. She sucked in air through her nose noisily. He leaned in to smell her neck, planting kisses across the taut black tape. He whispered hotly in her face, his breath reeking like a sewer.

“Now we can start getting you naked..."

He licked her neck, up and down, left hand roaming, cupping her breast, squeezing. It was dearly soft. Her scared, noisy squealing was such a turn on. Music to his ears. He massaged her young flesh through her bra and dress. He could feel her body straining and squirming beneath him.

“Where you trying to go sweetie? don't like me touching you?” He made it worst when his right hand joined in.

Her arms, buried behind her, was crushed beneath his weight. She could do nothing to stop him. His molested her slowly and gleefully, his thighs squeezing her torso, his body upright. He started riding her, The inhuman length of his cock was sliding up and down between her bound knees and upper thighs, poking beneath her skirt, almost grazing the tip of her crotch.

He was hungry to feel her panties with his sensitive head but fought against it.

Be patient. Be patient. He mashed her supple breast with both hands, thumbs circling, stroking, pinching her nipples through her bra, enjoying her muffled squealing.

He cupped the sides of her arms and leaned in, his nose running along her bare shoulder, breathing in the aroma of her young skin. He kissed the length of her while bra strap till his lips touched the top of her dress. He then kissed along her spaghetti strap, the flesh beneath it, moving upwards, back to her shoulder.

He bit her left strap with his lips, then gently pulled it off her shapely shoulder, letting it fall down the side of her upper arms.

Valerie wept into her gag miserably.

“Should I pull off your dress,over your head, or pull it down your beautiful body?” She shook her head. He laughed.

He lip bit the right side of her bra strap and let it snap against her skin. His tongue explored her bare chest, then roamed to the other spaghetti strap, curled under it, pulling it off the right side of her body.

He returned to her neck suddenly, suckling on her delicate flesh, startling her. In her disgust she used her gagged face and tried to push his head away but with every weak attempt, he sucked and licked harder, hand squeezing her tits.

Her loud sobbing filled his hungry ears. He pressed his throbbing eel, his swollen balls on her crotch, still protected by her dress and panties. He clamped his thighs around her small waist, devoured her neck against her senseless protest.

Valerie wanted to die. She wasn't even naked yet and already so traumatised. It was claustrophobic, his fat, stinking, sweaty body on top of her, his tongue lapping, nibbling, hands mauling. Unable to throw him off. His groin rubbing into hers. So terrifying. So real. So inescapable.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

It did not.

Instead, he used his mouth —purple lipstick smeared messily— to pull down the top of her Virgin white dress. Inch by inch. Again, she was painfully aware of the uselessness of her hands as her dress fell away, straps scraping against the sides of her arms, his mouth pulling at the thin fabric, pulling it down her slender frame, hot breath on her skin.

“Mmmmm” he moaned. “Yesssss.” His head came up like a creature from a black pool, licking his lips, eyes burning with lust, staring at her small breasts bundled in an even smaller white cotton bra.

She started heaving, mind reeling at her exposure. He kissed the areas not covered by the small cups. Kissed it noisily. She was too scared even to make a sound, a restrained, choked cry. He started slobbering her. The wetness of his saliva made her queasy.

“Yummy, yummy, yummy!” Losing a bit of control, he pushed his hips forward, pushing up her dress. He nearly ejaculated when he felt his hairy ass rub against the crotch of her panties. His mind screaming. It must be white! Her panties must be white! He fought the urge to peek.

He started kissing her bra cups, her smooth skin around it. She felt his rough, dry beard and thick moustache scrape at her sensitive skin. Again, he traced her bra strap with his kissing, biting with lips, pushing it off her left shoulder with his mouth.

The left cup of her bra loosened, his face backtracked, tongue leaving a trail of brownish saliva, she shut her eyes, biting down on the soggy panties still reeking in her mouth as his mouth closed in on her nipple.

Her body tightened, the lodged scream turned animalistic and hysterical as Graheg slurped then bit her pink nipple for the first time. His free hand slipped under her other bra cup and he seized her youthful flesh, fingers punching and playing with her nipple, long nails scratching her, poking her, making her struggle violently under him.

She threw her head back then jerked her body upwards. She simply fell back into the filth beneath her as he continued his assault. She jerked again and again, trying to pull her breasts away from him. She forced primal noise from her gut, the cruel, effective gag shutting it all off.

He just kept on molesting her, slobbering her, turned on madly by her hysteria.

He filled his mouth and hand with her soft meat.

He slid his body upwards some more, bunching up her dress around her ribs.she was crying uncontrollably, head banging side to side as he tightened his grip, both hands rubbing, playing, squashing her breasts.

He felt irritated that her bra was in the way. He was a lover of panties. Bras were a nuisance. He wound the twisted bra around his hands and pulled, straps snapping, cotton tearing.

It was off her in seconds, her chest now completely and irrevocably exposed. He stopped violating her enough to simply study his teenage sex kitten.

“Oh god Valerie, your body is amazing!” Before she could find temporary relief that he stopped fondling her, he started all over again. “So smooth, so smooth and so soft and so young...”

He slid his body down her body again, cock sliding across the snug crotch of her panties. Repositioning himself comfortably, legs stretched out alongside hers, his head just above her toplessness, he let his face roam her body.

He was licking, smelling, feeling her skin on his cheeks and forehead. It grossed her out. Never had she ever let a boy be so intimate with her. She felt her body to be private, a sacred temple, well cared for and protected.

Graheg was destroying all of that.

This was pure violation.

It was dirty, perverted, appalling violation and she could not stop him or escape, or block out or pass out. She looked elsewhere in the room and saw nothing but mirrors reflecting his black and naked obese body on top of hers. She saw her feet bound, half her face in tight black tape, her own eyes wet and bloodshot and wide open, taking in the true nature of horror.

She found no hope, no distraction, no peace, no help. She knew was going to be naked very very soon....