short story based off a fantasy/dream
TAGS: Rape, kidnapping, pregnancy, detrans
It's dark and late as I walk home from work, but that's not normally an issue. I can handle myself, generally. I carry pepper spray in case of emergency, so I feel fairly safe. I've never even had to use it.
I have a bad feeling. I glance behind me and see a group of men walking the same direction as me, and I walk a little faster. I cross the road. They cross the road. Every time I look back, they're still there. Closer. I run. I run as fast as I can, but they run too- faster. Easier. I'm out of breath and slowing down but they run like they do it every day. I turn a corner, then go down an alley, hoping to lose them. I try to hold my breath so they can't hear me, but I'm tired and all the running didn't help. My breath comes out heavy, so I cover my mouth with a hand.
It's not enough. Four men appear before me, and I instantly regret turning into the alley. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I dig for my pepper spray but I'm not fast enough, because they're already on me, each grabbing a limb.
I struggle and thrash, but when there's several huge men grabbing me, it's ineffective. They tie me up, tape my mouth, blindfold me, and toss me in the back of a van. I can hear them laughing, but they're speaking some other language- Russian, maybe? I can only guess what their plans are with me, but whatever they are, they aren't good.
It's not a far drive, but despite my best efforts to keep track of each turn based on the vehicle's movement, I'm exhausted, and my brain is unable to keep up. Even when they're carrying me out of the van, my struggles get less and less strong. It's late. I'm tired. I want to go home and sleep.
Eventually, they lay me down on a cold metal surface. As soon as their hands leave me, I try to move, to get away, but being blindfolded and tied up makes that near impossible. They laugh again, and one of them says something, and then the ropes tying me fall slack, and there's hands on my limbs again. Pulling me, adjusting me. They work fast, and soon, I feel metal lock around my ankles and wrists, keeping them in place. My arms are straight out to my sides, and my legs are spread as wide as they can go. They take off my blindfold, but leave the tape on my mouth.
I look around, getting a grasp of the situation. It's bad, of course, and now there's more than four men- I count twelve, but many are moving about, entering and exiting, so I'm sure there's more. They're all wearing tight black long sleeve shirts and grey camo pants. Each has a gun, but the one closest to me also holds a knife. He approaches me, and I squirm the best I can. "Hold still, bitch," he says in a heavy accent, and slaps me. I still, because when I'm stuck in a room full of armed men, what can I do but obey?
It becomes very clear my purpose when he slices my shirt off. My jeans come next, and then, causing a deep sinking feeling in my chest, he cuts off my binder and briefs. Finally, he tugs off my shoes and socks. I'm completely exposed and at their mercy. They're going to use me like a woman. I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. The man barks an order at another, who leaves the room. He smiles at me. I shudder. He grabs at my chest, squeezing, then says something else. Soon, the other man returns, razor in hand. He works quick, shaving my body bare, even further exposing my bits. "So hairy. You look like boy. We want you smooth. Soft. Pretty."
My legs already burn from the position, but I know there will be no relief. The men back away, but not before ripping the tape from my mouth. I immediately spit, "Fuck you!" I'm met with a slap to the face.
"If you insist." One chuckles, and starts undoing his belt. I knew this was coming, but I still tense, and begin to beg and plea, only for my mouth to be occupied by a cock. It's still half soft, but readily hardening. I want to bite, clamp down my jaws, but I'm terrified what they'll do. So I keep my mouth slack. He begins to thrust in and out, and soon, he's fully hard. Thick. Huge. He fucks my mouth like it's a pussy, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to pretend I'm anywhere but here.
He pulls out abruptly, but another, different cock replaces it. He lines up his spit-lubed cock with my pussy and presses it in. I'm tight, and dry, and it hurts. But he doesn't care, and fucks my pussy just as the other man fucks my mouth. I try and beg them to stop, but nothing much comes out thanks to the dick in my mouth. Much to my chagrin, the longer I'm being used, the more my body accepts it. My hole wettens, loosens, and my clit hardens. I hate it but my body loves it. I open my eyes when the cock in my pussy pauses. The man climbs on top of me, still inside of me, but the one in my mouth pulls out to walk to the other side of me. My eyes widen as I realize what's about to happen. "Please, no!" He shoves into my asshole, and as I cry out, another one enters my mouth. They fuck me relentlessly, and every time one spills his seed, another replaces him. I lose track of time, but eventually, everyone's had a turn (or two), and I'm left empty and leaking. They turn out the lights and leave me like that, strapped down and sobbing. Eventually, I manage to fall asleep through my discomfort and pain, though my dreams are plagued with their laughter.
The next day they feed me, then repeat the process. I piss myself, but they don't seem to care. After all, where else would I go? They fuck my holes with reckless abandon, but each time becomes easier than the last, as they're lubed by their own cum and my holes have grown more used to their sizes.
The third day is worse. This time, after the first one enters my pussy, the second one presses in next to it, ignoring my asshole. I scream, but of course quickly end up muffled by another cock. They take me three at a time for what seems like eternity, two in my pussy and one in my mouth.
The fourth day, I wake up to a cock in my mouth. I'm not surprised. They've cleaned up the piss, but didn't bother wiping any cum from me. Today, they ignore my pussy, and take me two in the ass. It's better, marginally, than two in the pussy. They seem to notice this, and switch back to pussy only, even after having been in my ass. I think briefly about the infections this will cause, then realize my health doesn't exactly matter here.
Day five, they shove a huge plug in my ass, then continue to go two in the pussy, one in the mouth. When they leave, they put another plug in my pussy, locking their cum inside.
Day six. They remove the plug in my ass, fill it with cum, then replug it.
Day seven, back to my pussy. I'm overflowing with cum, but I can handle the stretch now.
Day eight is a bit different. They leave both holes plugged. They only fuck my mouth, but play with my tits. They squeeze them and suck on them. One sucks my clit until I'm shaking and quivering. They laugh when I cum, then leave me.
I stop bothering keeping track of time. Every day they fuck me in some combination of my holes, and every day they plug me back up to keep the cum inside. They sometimes will unbind me, allow me to eat and use a proper toilet and walk around, but I always end up back on that cold table, bound and helpless.
Eventually, my stomach and tits begin to swell. They keep fucking me.
They don't bother with the table anymore. They know that I know I can't do anything. I even get a bed to sleep in, even if it does end up disgustingly sticky.
Nine months in, my water breaks. They put me back on the table for the first time in a long time, but remove both plugs. Cum leaks from my abused holes. For hours I lie there, suffering through contractions, but eventually, out comes a baby. They take it away immediately. I only got a glimpse of it, and then they're right back to fucking me, despite the bloody mess. They squeeze my milk-heavy tits, laughing when they squirt. And, of course, they're sure to plug me right back up when they leave, but now the pussy plug is bigger.
I never got to see the baby again.
Is this all I am? Is this all I'm meant for?
I bore them three babies by the time I'm rescued. I don't know what happened to the babies. But I don't care. By then, I'm already broken. I'm not me anymore. All I am is a set of holes, meant to be filled. They're locked up, so I can't go back to them, and I end up walking the streets, hoping that someone would take me and use me like they did. To make things normal again. To be used like a woman, because at this point, how much of a man am I?
