[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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Water.

That was all Valerie wanted.

Cold and clean water to quench her terrible thirst. She felt her body shrivelling up, her organs screaming for pure water. She had never been so desperate to drink her entire life.

Water.

To fill her empty stomach. A stomach so wrought and twisted with anxiety, that it made her retch nothing but hot air, making the sickening bitter panties trapped in her mouth taste even worse.

Water.

Precious and fresh water, to wash off his stink from her body, to wash off the stickiness of his saliva that clung to her neck, breasts, face, ears and eyes in layers. That was the worst. When he licked her eyes with his long fat tongue, his spit like mild glue collecting in the corners of her teary eyes,

He kept burping into her face, between kissing her gagged mouth, amused at her disgust. He knew she was sickened by the stench, so he kept doing it. The beer, the blunts and tobacco, whiskey, rotting teeth, all unwashed for days. Rancid breath, in her face. He let the tip of his tongue wriggle into her nostrils like a slug, his big hands holding her head firmly so she couldn’t turn away.

She needed her fathers arms, hugging her tight, her mothers touch, stroking her head, telling her it’s alright. She wanted so badly the comfort of her own home. Home cooked food, her soft, comfortable bed, scented candles that put her gently to sleep.

Not this.

Not this reeking, naked man crawling on her, slobbering all over her, lusting like an animal, about to cut off her dress.

Scissors.

He waved it in her face, playfully cutting off bits of her hair. “You gonna push my hand away baby? Gonna push me off you before I snippy snippy your little dress? come on gal. Try. Wriggle out from under me. I might stop if you succeed.”

Despite her fatigue, her weakness, her thirst, her knowledge that struggling was futile. She fought. She grunted. She willed her body to be strong. To break free.

He just laughed. Her writhing made him horny. That’s all it did.

“No progress? No go? Poor little kitty. You fail…” And with that, he snipped the straps.

He made sure she was aware that her vulnerable body was slowly being exposed to his hungry eyes and hands and mouth. And that she could do nothing.

He dangled the thin white straps over her terrified face, listening to the song of her sobbing.

It was symbolic, the minutiae mangling of the dress she wore once for her birthday. “You cannot hide your pretty body anymore little Vee! The more I cut away, the more naked you will be!” He was full of glee, a giddy headed schoolboy unwrapping his present.

Graheg kept pausing to stroke his long, tangled pink hair as he cut off her dress bit by bit, pulling it out from under her, sometimes tearing at it. The sound of her clothes ripping upset her but delighted and excited him. He sniffed the torn pieces I front of her eyes, wagging his tongue. Then tossed the strips in the air, letting it sail down all around them, all the while singing, “no more pretty clothes for my pretty pretty princess! No more pretty Dress! Only pretty, pretty breasts!”

Valerie was deeply disturbed.

He started snipping off bigger patches from around her quivering, flat stomach. His eyes grew wild and wide. The sight of her belly button, greatly aroused him. He was getting impatient, cock protesting for explosion, eyes hungry for the sight of her panties.

“We are reaching your panties soon baby! Oh panties, panties, panties! Is my panties still yummy?” He grabbed her face and shook it side to side, “is your gag still nice and tight? Tears not loosening it one bit? Is your panties yummy? Can I smell it please? Can I? Can I? ” He was truly enjoying himself. She couldn’t help but imagine his face in the crotch of her underwear, snorting like a pig.

He tossed the scissors away, content with whatever little cloth was left covering her torso. He was sitting right on top of her crotch, his black blind eel slithering, trying to find its way into her tight and warm heaven.

He rose up on his knees from straddled position, her ravaged dress had become an unevenly cut mini skirt. Without looking, he fumbled with his hands to adjust It.

Remember, revealing her panties was a sacred act. No accidental peeking. He adjusted the remains of the garment until he felt satisfied she was covered. Feeling out its contours. Yes. Perfect.

He stood up, off to the sides and excitedly studied her petite form, from head,slowly down to her toes.

There she was.

His little Vee. 19 years old.

That timeless sight of a nearly naked teenage girl. His scared little kitten. Tears rolling over her tight tape wrap gagged face.

Her sweaty, slender neck. Her fine, smooth skin and shoulders.

Her cute, nicely rounded, A cup breasts. Tender and oh so tasty. Her erect pink nipples. Her arms, conveniently out of the way, buried behind her.

Her curvaceous waist, her gloriously flat stomach, her lovely belly button.

Only one—third of her dress left, barely covering her from below her belly button to the very top of her thighs.

He stared at her hidden crotch, his cock nearly going hysterical with mass ejaculation.

What Color were her panties? Pastel pink? Virgin white? Light Baby blue?

Was it snug? And small? Cotton and Plain? G—string or thong or bikini?

What will her panties smell like?

Is she cleanly shaven?

Tight? Virginal? Compact? Lips barely showing?

What does she taste like?

To prevent himself going mad, his eyes moved on to her bound legs.

Oh god.

Her supple thighs, forced together because of the zip ties around her knees.

Her perfect skin. Silky complexion. How soft were her inner thighs? He wanted to lay his head between them.

Valerie avoided looking at him. But the sight she saw in the ceiling mirror was even more alarming. She saw, with her own eyes, how nearly naked and how very helpless she was on that mattress. As if the elaborate stripping and cutting away of her clothes didn’t quite happen, because she didn’t fully see it to understand.

The mirror was the proof of her gruesome reality. There really was nothing much left to remove.

“I must photograph you,” He said, not contented with staring at her body, “to keep you in more ways than one…” He waddled off to grab his high def camera.

He came back shooting. Obsessively.

“This will make a good bondage photo set. And oh, in case I didn’t tell you, did I tell you? Maybe not, but ever since you arrived here, you’ve been filmed. Six cameras hidden everywhere, focussing on every single thing I have done to you and will do to you, in the hours, days and even months to come.” He circled her like a vulture, zooming in, focussing, shooting, “Recorded to hard disk. High quality no less. Full color film of the bondage, stripping and non stop raping of miss Valerie Tan! It’s gonna be an epic film. To sell. And to be sent to your family of course! Let daddy wank off, watching his little girl stuffed with cock!“

She was wrecked with emotional pain, pain that could only be expressed with miserable crying. Her nightmare and fear was growing more complex. What else would he be doing to her? For how long? How much longer could she hold out and stay sane?

She was too afraid to struggle. There was nothing she could do to cover up her naked upper body as he took lurid pictures. She wanted to twist and turn, since he was not sitting on her, but the remains of her dress felt too delicate. If she budged just a little, it might fall away against her will. He will see her panties. It would be like blood for a shark, throwing him into a frenzy. She kept motionless because of this fear.

He stood over her and took perverse joy in capturing close ups of her gagged face, tears running down her cheeks, her bound feet, nipples, neck and different sides of her body. He was careful not to take ‘panty peeks.’ adhering to his rule.

The sight of his ugly erect penis, still throbbing with Viagra, his bloated and blackened balls, heavy with sperm, his thick and bushy pubic hair and hairy ass crack was an unholy presence that fanned the fires of panic deep inside her being.

“You are such a fine teenage fuck toy! I must thank your parents really, raising you up so pretty and petite and sweet. I must tell them how beautiful you are…”

He then put the camera away, rubbed his hands together.

“I think it’s about time…” Graheg started rummaging through his medicine bag.

He was very pleased to find what he was looking for.

A syringe. Filled with a large dose of colorless liquid.

He walked over the Vee, who was furiously shaking her head again, pleading through her gag.

Oh god, no, she must’ve been saying. Oh god, no.

He straddled her chest, cock bouncing about between her petite breasts. He pulled the cap off the syringe with his teeth.
He casually asked, “Are you a virgin Vee?” He flicked at the syringe, squirted out air and a tiny bit of liquid. “Hmm? Answer me Vee…”

She half nodded. Sobbed.

“Good….your first time, must always be very very memorable…this…will certainly help you.”

Valerie started screaming again when he pushed her face to the side and into the mattress. Her screaming made the tendons and the veins at her neck stand out. This made it easy for him.

“Stop struggling Vee… ” His voice was cold, evil. I might accidentally burst your veins if you struggle..“ She froze, swallowing her terror.

He found a good vein…and carefully pierced.

“Don’t worry love….this won’t make you sleep or pass out…” He pushed the plunger in. Half the dose.

“Quite the contrary actually…”

The drug hit her immediately. Her heart rate quickened, her eyes went wide. All drowsiness, from the hunger, thirst, struggling, left her swiftly. She started breathing faster.

Then all her senses lit up.

The pungent taste of his soggy panties and the smell of his spit, his body odour and his unwashed crotch, became unbearably and horribly worse.

She experienced new found tautness around her gagged face, fresh, sharp stings around every part of her limbs lashed tightly with zip ties. Numbness in her arms had new meaning. It was like everything was tightening around and inside her.

She watched him psychotically inject himself, straight into the veins of his penis, shuddering at the rush of stimulants.

Rapist and victim. Experiencing extremes. Extreme terror. Extreme pleasure. Anticipation. Anxiety. Yes, yes yes. No, no, no.

Her near nakedness felt profoundly disturbing. Her mind kept screaming, where is my dress!? Where is my dress? She clamped her legs even tighter together. The raw and impending reality of the brutal raping that was to come was crystal clear.

She fought to cross her legs.

Don’t let him touch me! Don’t let him touch me!

Graheg was slowly turning his grotesque, overweight body on top of hers.

The stimulants gave her renewed power. She tried one last, desperate attempt to throw her body off the mattress, away from him but it was too late.

Her face slammed into his drooping bulk of a stomach before her entire form was pinned down by his empowered body.

The drug coursing through her veins refined her vision and fucked with her head.

She thought she saw the ugly stretch marks and mass of hair all over his gross, bloated stomach coalesce like worms. She was dizzy, eyes buzzing now, breath frenetic, no air passing through her gag, nostrils flaring, taking in more nauseating smells.

He crawled on her like a pig, eyes shut, delaying the sighting of her panties, his mad oily cock slipping and sliding on her muffled screaming face as his face found the area around her flat stomach.

“Daddy is hungry! hungry! Hungry for your panties!!!”

With heightened sensitivity, she felt his wet mouth slurp about her belly button, his thick beard scraping against her skin, his trembling hands groping the sides of her thighs, slipping under the loose fabric of her torn dress, deft fingers playing and stroking the elastic sides of her panties.

“What color is your panties!? what color is your panties!?”
He kept his eyes shut. A mad game of hiding and seeking his holy grail.

She pulled at her bound feet but it was cruelly caught at the end of the mattress. She pulled at it again and again, hoping it’ll break, cable ties and thing rope cutting and slicing the surface of her skin.

She yanked and tugged and screamed in pain, desperate to knee his face away, his face that was pushing her loose dress off her slender hips, inch by inch, bit by bit until his nose and lips made contact with the elastic tip of her panties.

“YES! YESSSS!”
He fought the urge to open his eyes but , NOT YET NOT YET

Her blood turned ice cold when she felt his hot hands slowly and cruelly slide the destroyed garment down her body.

She felt it scrape against her legs, her knees. She heard the disheartening sound of deliberate and purposeful ripping and the maniacal laughing and cheering.

“WOOO! WOOOO!”

She felt second last scrap of security pulled from under her legs. Gone forever.

There was only one thing left between her rapist and her complete nudity.

She held her breath. She could not see what he was doing exactly. He seemed to have frozen, gone completely silent. Teh silence was deafening and horrible because it signalled something even worse and louder coming next.

His cock grew on her face.

She could feel it enlarging, hardening. He was breathing heavily, like some sicko on the phone, taking full deep breaths. Getting ready for the great revealing.

she sobbed noisily.

Her terror expanded but was trapped by her bound and gagged body

Graheg then decided it was time to open his eyes.

The clean, pure, white of her panties shone for him like a beacon of light.

He pulled himself up for a much better view, an animal on all fours, saggy fats and blood filled groin hanging over her small quivering body.

He gazed at her lower body. Venerating the sight.

His adorable, teenage fuck toy

Clad in nothing but her small and white string bikini panties, snug and low cut. That thin, elastic string stretching around her waist. That triangular cotton crotch of pure joy. Her beautiful, untouched vagina, hidden behind so little cotton.

All that soft flesh around it, waiting to be tasted…

A small drop of sperm leaked and fell unto Valerie’s face.

Her gagged screaming was lost to him.

He was lost in the vision. His fetish. His ungodly worship of the young girl’s panties. So tight and tiny and vulnerable, just waiting to be peeled off…