Too Sweet to Imprison (Thriller-esque, brutal, non-con, m/f)
(I posted this before but got deleted. Was wondering if it was for political content. Tried to remove political content)
“I gave her the minimum sedative and she’s still out.” The two men stand over the truck bed. “Are you sure we won’t get in trouble? The truck is supposed to fit a dozen.” The other scoffs. “Are we looking at the same girl?! My livelihood is not important enough.” As bumpy as the ride had been, the little Latina looked untouched. Not so much as a single blemish on her dress. The frills just fluttered peacefully in the breeze.
The other man realizes his error - having just been gawking while the intelligent one slings her tiny body over his shoulder. He heads off for the detention centre, large hand slipping under her skirt, patting her nubile ass cheek. “We got a good one alright,” hooting and hollering as her arms and long hair drape down. They swing mindlessly from side to side. The boys break the door opening it for him.
It’s a long precession, man after man taking turns “inspecting”. The normal ones slap her ass cheeks, grinning as they’re left reverberating. Others fondle her perky tits. Another group squeeze her rosy cheeks, cute lips squished together. The smartest do all three. The carrier gets impatient. Grabbing her by the hair, he lugs her limp body across the grubby floor before hurling her into a cell. The small woman’s exhausted limbs sprawl out, falling over the sides of the stained mattress. Wrapping his arm around the bars, he locks the cell door and pockets the key. He’ll be trapped for the weekend, god willing.
His coworkers fervently rattle at the bars. The girl’s eyelashes gradually flutter open. She lets out a cutesy yawn before groggily rubbing her eyes. The milky complexion of her cleavage glows in the harsh light. “Wakey, wakey.” The sergeant towers above, shirt having already been thrown to the corner. His crazed eyes are affixed to her saintly face. “We’re going to have the most fun of your short life.” He starts snickering. Most of the other officers had departed. A chorus of slammed shelves and stubbed toes follow in their wake. A few remain. The drool drenches the floor.
“We really need wet floor sign.” He turns to the lieutenant but the lieutenant’s head is in his hands, mouthing expletives under his breath. “Fuck! She’s going to be cold by the time we get her!” “What?” The officer turns to see his boss slamming his fist, not tearful. “You ever wondered why the beautiful woman are gone within a day? I’ve seen these girls’ exes frequent the garbage bins.”
The sergeant drops to all fours and begins circling the girl. She fidgets her crucifix, wide, doe eyes gazing at him. Her white heels shuffle her away, corralling her into a corner. “Aw shucks. That’s too bad. I always wanted to fuck a live one.” The supervisor smacks his shoulder. “Come on! There has to be a key somewhere.” The two shuttle away.
With knuckles to the floor, the perp inches closer and closer. The girl is trembling. Sweat beads down her chest, cleavage left glistening. Her lips quiver. She tries to speak. It’s just a stuttering mess. “Please!” The girl eeking out a word. “I’ll never come back to the country!” His face brims even wider. “That wouldn’t be very fun!” He grasps her ankle. The screams radiate through the halls. A growing crowd meets it with applause.
“Management always has spare keys. They’re not ones to miss out on the action.” The supervisor waves his understudy into the room.
Brought to the centre of the cell, lieutenant hoists the girl up. She’s dropped on her knees, landing with a thud. Her little whimpers and pained expressions bring laughter. The faces of the spectators are shadowed. “Are they ICE? Are they neighbours?” The questions race through her mind. She brings her bright eyes up. They’re watery, holding back tears. Lips curled, she wordlessly begs for mercy. The lieutenant grabs the neckline of her dress and tears. It’s bisected down to her naval. Having been freed, her supple breasts pop out. The crowd is an aghast, watching as they jiggle hypnotically before going still. What remained of the dress fell by the wayside. Overcoming her shock, she covered her bosom but by then, it was far too late. Even with a turned away head, the jeers and finger pointing were unavoidable.
“So grownup you are. I’m sure your classmates would be jealous of what I’m about to do.” He lifts her by the throat. The girl’s body tussles for a bit as the man slowly sits. Settling in his spot, he lets her struggle a few seconds more before plopping her down on his pelvis. She lets out a full-throated gasp, breasts thrusted out as she desperately heaves. Delicate hands clutch at her bruised trachea. The man just sits, watching her chest palpate, feeble body trembling atop his. “If you’re like that after a couple seconds of choking, you can kiss yourself goodbye!” A sharp sob escapes her throat. The man readies himself, strong hands wiggling her hips. The fabric of her hello-kitty underwear did nothing. She could easily feel his bulge on her pelvis as he roughhouses her body about. The panties are slipped aside. He angles his cock before letting the girl’s body plunge. It impales her deep. She cocks her head back. Luscious hair cascades down, brushing the bottom of her backside. A guttural scream bursts from her chest.
The chorus of cheers forces the supervisor against a desk. His pounding fist sends a flurry of papers fluttering. They join the other papers scattered across the room, more victims of their frantic scouring. All manner of drawers and tables are drawn out. Mailbox doors swung off their hinges. Even the posters had been stabbed, left like Swiss cheese, no secret compartments possibly behind them. “Hey!” The supervisor shouts through his panting. “Check the truck!”
They turn the hall and dash ahead. The supervisor doesn’t so much as flash a glance, forging onward as the understudy drops out of view. The appalling wails are as if a chime, attracting the whole of the station. “Those sick days are useless if there could be days like this one,” one chuckles. Passing the cell, the understudy can’t help but sneak a peak. Holding by the sides of her chest, the lieutenant thumbs the girl’s round, silky underboob. His cock is lodged inside of her, feeling the girl’s body tremble around it. She’s clutching at her chest, desperately wheezing. “I hope your heart acts up. My cock would erupt if you had a seizure on it.” The guys erupt instead, uproarious cheers as the girl shuddered.
The lieutenant can’t help but turn and give a hearty laugh. In the corner of his eye, he catches the understudy. “You missed out on a lot of fun! At least there’s still the whole weekend!” The girl grimaces, leaking a low whimper. “I’ll end your search for you.” Pants close by, he fishes through the pocket. He pulls the keys out and jingles them. “I had picked out who I wanted before we set out. Couldn’t let anyone barge into our fun time.” He tosses the keys to a far corner. The girl breaks into a sobbing fit, slouching forward. Her plump breasts fall against his hands, feeling them throb as she quivers. “There, there.” His face widens with a maniacal grin. “I’ll do you a mercy. You’ll always be beautiful, my darling.” His coarse hands caress her dainty neck. By the time it dawned on her, his grip had turned iron. She lets out a sharp wheeze but that’s the last of the air passing through. He puts her neck in a vice. The foundations of the building are shaken as the crowd booms with adulation.
The supervisor fills the doorway. Probably more fun to watch her expire. But the understudy was determined. At the top of his lungs, he shouted: “Winch!” The supervisor gets giddy before running back out. He’s followed, the understudy sprinting as fast as his feet could carry him. The hook is grasped tight enough to hurt his hand. “Two tugs and you drive.” From the driver’s window, the supervisor sticks up his thumb. It’s a few seconds before the understudy relays back to the cell.
The sergeant is throttling her body. Sharp squeals emanate from her throat as he stabs with impunity. He watches with a wide smile as her face goes flush, fingers enclosing further upon her trachea. There is no reprieve. When he gets tired, his cock remains deep, excavating her insides. The audience watches in delight as her chest violently spasms, piercing cries of sheer agony. Enough viewers are enraptured to ignore the understudy. Those who notice him are more than happy to assist. They can’t let the guy in the cell have all of the fun. The understudy ties the rope around a few of the bars. The girl’s face radiates. She’s almost crying tears of joy even if a vicious gangbang was in store. The man just redoubles his efforts, gritting his teeth, clasping even more brutally. He spears her, bellowing with laughter as she chokes up her lungs.
Rope secure, the understudy gives the tugs. The line is stationary, several feet still coiled up. He stands there, antsy as his head darts back and forth, forced to watch her pained expression. But as he turns away, the coiled rope starts slithering. It pulls against the floor, meter and meter receding down the hall. As the last coil is undone, the rope suspends in air. It goes taut. A loud warble resonates through the chamber.
In the cell, the man bounces the small girl, cock hurtling through her puny body. She can barely remain upright, a sharp pain coursing through her legs. He’s in full control, lifting her up before sending her careening back down, shapely breasts plopping. She lands with fleshy crashes, cock plunged deep to where his balls slap against her taint. The walls of her lungs feel as if sandpaper, the sounds of her voice mere rasps.
The rope yanks at the bars. They’re bent barely an inch, firm as parallel obelisks. Tires spin off in the distance, a furry of rocks kicked up and sprayed about. A storm of sand disappears into the night. The girl clutches at the man’s hands, nails digging into his flesh. They slowly become seeped in his warm, viscous blood. It does not matter. His ichor leaks onto her white, swan like neck, decorating it with crimson red splotches. The girl’s vision fuzzes around the edges.
The rope jolts, an audible jerk as the truck floors it. The eyes of the understudy fix to the wall. Just above the bars, a fissure has developed. As the truck pushes, inch by inch, the cracks grow, splattering out into the foundation. The man keeps hammering away, her feeble body slung about like a ragdoll. His cock is building and building. Her youthful vaginal walls are stretched to the breaking point. The girl’s lips are quivering, teeth sinking into them. Her eyes are watery. Sweat trickles down her backside, collecting in the arch.
The bars start to malleableize. Hardened iron creaks as it bends and bends. The angle of the bars gets sharper with each passing second. Paint is being stripped off. Sediment spills from the cracks in the ceiling. The man’s cock is throbbing inside the girl. His eyes go bloodshot, strong hands mangling her neck as he thrashes it. The girl’s eyes are winced shut, teeth clenched. Her legs are trembling. Chest spasming, her heart is pulsating. She pounds on his hands. It’s but a mere tantrum, feeble slaps as his arms remain unbudging. A pronounced silence falls upon the room as the crowd watches with unabated attention. Just the petty squeals of the girl at the center of the room.
The wall erupts with a cascading boom. The bars pop off, sent careening down the hallway. The understudy dashes by, adjusting his body as to shimmy through the gap. A hand abruptly pulls him back. Two of the spectators turn to him. One hoists the understudy up by the waist, the other blocks the new opening. He flails his arms about, kicking and screaming. “Hey, chill! She’s just some broad!” The man holding him is chuckling. “Just enjoy the show!” Suspended in air, the struggle of the understudy slowly eases. Limps relaxed, he joins in the viewing.
The girl is bawling her heart out, tears pouring in a cascade. Her soft cheeks are littered in long stains. The black tears drip on her breasts, slipping down to her abdomen. She darts her eyes down at her captor. They become locked. Her lips quiver, lashes fluttering. She stares, bright and doe-eyed, wordlessly begging for mercy. Such an angelic face. Even in the harsh light, it glowed.
His stare is cold, hold unyielding. Bulging in her pelvis, his cock is quaking. He lays there, patient, anxious for her to become an empty husk. His unfeeling expression is haunting. Her heart skips. She lets out a soft whimper. The girl’s legs start wobbling. She grips the man’s arms but its weakly. It feels as if a thousand bees were stinging her throat. Her eyes are winced shut. Her chest starts convulsing. She grits her teeth but in such horrid agony, they start gnashing. Her mind is entrapped in a thick fog. Instincts becoming feral, her hand tugs at his. It just makes him laugh. She gradually eases. Her clenched teeth lighten. Her hand numbs against his, merely resting atop it. Her expression relaxes, as if asleep. Slowly, her head cocks back. Her pupils recede into their sockets. With one final throe, her mouth loosens. Their bodies freeze, statuesque. The crowd watches, affixed with wonder.
It’s when a sharp exhalation stabs the air. The girl’s mouth goes agape, soul dissipating into the void. Neck crooked, it turns flaccid in his hands. Her head slumps back. Bright, vibrant eyes are popped open, pointed vacantly to the ceiling. An empty mind behind them. Her dainty arms collapse to the floor. The man is sent over the edge. His twitching cock splurges. Her expired corpse recoils as cum rushes into her system. It courses through every passage, seeps into every crevice. She’s filled to the brim, his warm seed sludging about in her womb. He leaves her suspended, making sure she receives every last drop. Her body lets out the occasional phantasmal shudder, helping milk his cock.
Ragdolling her body about, he fills her of the last few ounces before exhaling. With his grip relinquished, she tumbles to the floor. She lands facing up, limps sprawling, twisted awkwardly. Her head teeters a bit before going still. An expression of pure shock was scarred onto her face, naive to how painful her passing would be. And an existential horror for what was to follow. The audience swarms. Her body quickly disappears under the doggie pile. The supervisor stands next to his disciple, visibly annoyed. “She might still be warm when they’re done.” He can’t bring himself to lie fully. “Well more like lukewarm.” He thinks more about it. Her limps will be broken, skull cracked, jaw shattered. The girl’s shapely body would be covered in bruises, pubes, and cum. The supervisor starts cussing. Unfortunately for what shame she had left, there won’t be a deportation. She’ll be here for a very long time indeed.