[graheg]

Kidnapped, bound, gagged, stripped, fondled, and all the fear that accompanies it, cannot not be compared to the terror of being raped, repeatedly, with no end in sight.

Valerie barely had time to stop shaking from all that violation just minutes before, when Graheg decided to rape her again.

She learnt how helpless she was as his huge, black cock slithered like a monster into her vulnerable vagina. All the automatic reflexes: from screaming NO into her gag, attempts to struggle away from under him, that single, desperate need to close her legs, to pushing him away with her hands, failed miserably. She realised, with jarring certainty, that he could molest her, lick her and rape her as much as he wanted for as long as he wanted. He didn't care. No one else cared. If they did, if they tried harder, they would've found her, she would be saved.
But no.
No one else in her nightmare room except her drugged up rapist with plenty of energy left. How alone she felt. How horrible, that slimy, elongated eel inside her, twisting, pounding, pushing, pulling.

Graheg took his time. Finding a slow and steady rhythm, he focussed on the tightness (though she wasn't as tight as the first time.) He was still hot and excited, ever so ready to sodomize her but he wanted to savour this frontal assault. There was heat rising from her body, he loved that smell. Fear and sweat and hopelessness. He leaned in to snort her neck as he kept rocking in and out of her. He dug his arms beneath her body, pulled her tight against his and fucked her deeper. It hurt her so much. His hot mouth was in her right ear, "do you think mommy and daddy is praying you'll be safe?" He increased the pace of his fucking. She felt crushed. “I bet your friends are all comfy and sleeping soundly in their soft beds right now while here you are, fucked by a gross, fat monster...." He could feel more sperm rising in his long cock. Suddenly, he pulled out, searched around for the tube of cherry lube he had tossed. Found it. Carefully, he twisted the open end into her bleeding hole and squeezed out gel into her. She wailed into her gag. He unplugged the tube then rolled off her, staggered up towards the table for an unopened bottle of mineral water. He came back, stood large, sweating and naked above her, cock, hard and dangling and black. He lowered himself to sit on her chest.

"You thirsty darling?" His voice was full of pseudo concern. Her suffering overtook her as soon as she saw water. Of course she was thirsty. She was parched, starving, dehydrated, throat dry and sore from hours of screaming and crying. He dangled the open bottle above her wide, craving eyes. Playfully, deliberately, he poured the fresh water, onto her tightly tape wrapped mouth. The precious fluid ran down both sides of her waterproof gag, wasted and soaked up into the sweaty mattress. This horrible act made her whine and sob. She was physically and psychological tormented. So , so thirsty. He poured water on her neck and breasts, further and further away from her mouth. It was maddening for her, to feel such cold, quenching water spilling everywhere except down her dry throat. He made it all worse by slowly drinking up half the bottle in front of her, swallowing noisily, expressing his delight of such thirst quenching satisfaction. “Thirsty val?” she wept. “Ok. I'll ungag you.” He paused for effect. “In eighteen hours...or maybe twenty, I've lost track...” he bent down into her face and whispered, "then maybe...all you'll get is cock and you can gulp down my hot, sticky sperm..." Despair flooded her. She wanted to pass out but the drugs kept her wide awake and terrified. He cruelly poured the remaining water onto his cock, emptied the gel and lathered his cock up and down, in front of her face. "Do you love my big long baby? It certainly loves you. It wants to enter all your holes, it wants to dig deep, vomiting cum into your body over and over again..."

She was shaking and screaming as he splashed the last of the water on her stomach, then all over her bloodied cunt. With the water based gel turning slippery, he tossed the bottle aside then slid his gross member into her. Again. The ease, the silkiness of the penetration sent shivers down his spine. A terrible, dejected sound escaped her gut as he resumed raping the poor, tormented girl, tongue licking her horrified face.

Two hours later, after Graheg had finished raping Valerie for the third time, he simply lay down beside her, smoking a normal cigarette, his fat fingers hooked deep in her sore and swollen cunt. The drugs was wearing off in her. She was extremely tired, in pain, empty, devastated. She felt ill, bloated from all of his load, congealing inside her. He rolled over, hairy legs over her like she was a bolster, his head on her right breast, full of bite marks and his saliva. He pinched her nose shut, just to see how much fight was left in her. Survival instincts kicked in. She trashed against her tight bondage, nearly choking herself on the rope around her neck, trying to suck in air through her sealed mouth. He kept her fighting for life for nearly 40 seconds, before letting her breathe again. Sucking in air through her nostrils only heightened the bitter, vile taste of his soiled underwear, stuffed and steaming in her mouth. He checked her tape wrap gag, still so tightly wound and glued to her soft skin, despite the sperm and tears and sweat on her face. He pushed himself off her, slapped her right breast hard and said, "time to get you ready for bed."

Foolishly, Valerie was relieved. It meant no more forced sex. That much was true, but he had other disturbing plans for her 'bedtime.'