White Room - 01
White Room | Noncon | Mind Break | Needles | Lesbian
Waking
I wake. For a moment, I'm confused, surrounded by complete darkness. Then I begin to panic. I'm trapped, face down against a hard flat surface. It ends just below my stomach. A round ball fills my mouth. Drool drips down my chin. My arms and legs are pulled down, held in place below me. I continue to struggle, trying to break free, but I can barely move.
How did I get here? Nightclub. We celebrated my promotion. I went home early. I wasn't feeling well. Suzanne and her sister gave me a ride. The last thing I remember is them helping me crawl into bed. Was I roofied? I didn't drink that much. Did someone drug me and follow me home?
I don't need to guess what's coming. There is only one reason to tie someone down like this. He's going to rape me. Visions of serial killers flash through my mind. Psychotic killers that rape, torture, and even kill. Oh, God! Fuck! I hope it's just a rapist. If I'm lucky, he will rape me. FUCK! Trembling with emotion, I don't want to feel. I desperately attempt to bury my terror with rage. It works. At least it works for a little while.
Tears drip down my face, and I scream around the gag. The wordless sound echoes back to me, surprisingly loud in the darkness. I always thought gags kept people quiet. That's what they show in the movies. I can't speak, but my grunts and screams, while distorted, are loud. I scream over and over.
Over time my screams turn into quiet tears, and eventually, even they stop falling. Nothing happens. No sound. No movement.
Time passes.
The lonely darkness surrounds me. I don't feel a blindfold, but I can't see anything. It's been hours. Shouldn't there be at least a trace of sunlight? I've worked the night shift. You can't completely block the sun. Even in a room without a window, there's always a little light. Am I blind?
Time passes.
Everything aches from my forced immobility. The rumbling of my empty stomach and the raw rasp of my dry throat are the only sound. Burning eyes no longer wept. Dusty concrete, the vanilla scent of oak, and the stink of my fear fill my nostrils. Each ragged breath is painful, and every involuntary swallow feels as though shards of glass sliced into my throat. Jaw muscles twitched, begging to close, but the gag forced into my mouth allowed little movement.
Time passes.
A distant door closes. I wake instantly. One moment I'm asleep, then I'm struggling. The pounding of my heart fills my ears. It drowns out everything else, even my breathing.
The light turns on. Painfully blindingly bright, even through my eyelids. A door closes softly, the sound coming from directly behind me. I carefully peek, trying to focus my eyes. A white concrete wall towers over me, less than a foot away. I'm trapped against a wooden beam sticking out of the wall. The smooth white surface is roughly square with rounded corners.
To my right is another wall. No furniture. No decorations. Nothing except for white concrete. Thick black links, a chain coiled to the left, are the only things that aren't white.
Someone flips up my skirt. In sudden panic, I attempt to jerk away, but because of my tightly bound wrists and ankles, I merely bounce in place. Two fingers, rough and calloused, slide under the top of my panties. Slowly, he pulls my panties down the curve of my rear.
Something hard slides along my inner thigh and presses up between my legs. With terrified jerks, I manage to move. Only a fraction of an inch, but that's more than I've achieved since this waking nightmare began. It's all for nothing. I'm pulled back into place, and he slides his dick into position. Ready to penetrate me.
Rape me.
Just when I think he is about to force his way inside, his dick slides a few inches higher. For a heartbeat, it rests against my butthole, just long enough for me to clench involuntarily. Rough hands grip my waist, and he brutally forces his way inside. The world narrows to nothing more than the torturous violation of something more intimate than my sex.
Screaming wordlessly into the ball gag, I lost track of everything except for the brutal violation of my body. He pulls all the way out and slams back in. Unbelievable pain, torn me in half! At least, that's how it feels. Wordless screams come as fast as I can breathe, and my vision narrows to the wooden beam.
I was powerless. Impotent. In far too much agony to endure, yet I was unable to resist. Only he could stop the pain he caused.
Shouldn't he be rubbed raw by the friction? How can he do this?
Ragged throat-tearing screams, unimaginable agony, and the rhythmic claps of our bodies slapping together are all I perceive. Impossibly, the pain increases with each thrust.
Eventually, the thrusts slow. His breaths came in gasps. He finally stops, body pressed against mine, buried to the hilt in my rear for what must have been the thousandth time today.
Trembling, more exhausted than I've ever been in my life, I lay there unmoving.
My violated ass burns with agony. His hard dick still buried to the hilt. A shivering chill runs down my back as I realize that he hadn't cum. It's not over.
His hands release my waist.
Movement and quiet unidentifiable sounds come from behind me. Hands caress their slow way up my back, up my neck, and dig deep into my hair. With a vicious surge, using a double handful of hair for leverage, he grinds against my ass. Forcing himself deeper than ever before. I whimper, but after the agony I just experienced, it's not enough to drive my exhausted body out of this draining lethargy.
He pulls away. I have just enough time to be confused by the hard dick still buried in my ass before my rapist perches on the beam in front of me.
I stare at her glistening vagina in shock.
A woman did this to me?
Hands caress my face, fingers sliding into my hair. With quiet gasps of pleasure, she grinds her vagina into my face. Musky odors and slick skin rub against my face. I gag and struggle, trying to turn my head aside. Her firm grip is unbreakable. Legs wrap around my head, and I can't see anything except for the occasional flash of tan skin. My world narrows to physical sensations and the smell of her vagina.
At least this doesn't hurt.
My head swims, and my lungs ache. Occasionally, she allows just enough room for a few gasping breaths, and then I'm surrounded by her again. Thighs, slick with her juices and my tears, lock my head in place. She savagely grinds her labia against my face, leaving smears of thick fluid behind.
Her musky scent is all I smell, and the tart taste of her vagina is all I taste. Slick and wet. She continues to grind against me.
My mind splits under her sadistic assault.
Part of me is lost. Confused. Terrified. Drowning in another woman's vagina. That part babbles to itself. What the hell? A girl? Are there two of them? No. She fucked me? How? How can she still be inside my butt?
Another part has two goals. Survival and escape. At any cost. It's cold and calculating. That part of me knows there is a strap-on still buried in my ass. It hears her mounting pleasure. It feels the increased urgency of her approaching orgasm. It's trying to figure out what will happen next. It watches and waits. It will submit to anything to survive, but it will always watch for any chance to escape.
She freezes in place, body trembling with pleasure, muscles locked with the ecstasy of her orgasm, holding me tightly against her vagina. After several long heartbeats, she begins to relax and slides back.
I close my eyes, unwilling to look at the only thing I can see.
Our breathing is labored. Helpless tears escape. As I collect myself, the agony of my anal rape burns its way into my awareness. It still hurts, more painful than anything I've experienced in years. Only my terror kept it suppressed for so long. I sob into the gag, whimpering in pain. At least it's not as deep anymore.
In time, her breathing slows into deep relaxed breaths. She slides off the beam. Stroking fingers in my hair, causes me to flinch. She leans close and inhales deeply through her nose. Her tongue licks up my cheek, savoring the taste. I shudder as the evil woman's tongue slowly slides along my bare skin.
She whispers into my ear.
"Your tears and my cum. The taste of your pain mixed with the taste of my pleasure, it's a heavenly combination."
She forces me to look the other way, exposing the side of my face she hasn't licked. A sudden hard swat drives the strap-on deep, and a spike of agony runs through me. I whimper, and fresh tears fall down my cheek.
She licks them away.
One tear at a time.
She moves away. At first, I feel an overwhelming surge of relief, but then she walks behind me and slides my panties back into place, forcing them up and over the bulk of the strap-on. A lance of pain shoots through me, and a mewling sound slips out.
She laughs. "I wouldn't want it to fall out while I'm gone!"
She walks behind me, and, I assume, to the door. I struggle to attract her attention. I need water. But even I can't decipher the sounds coming through the gag. The door closes, and a few seconds later, the light turns off.
Alone in the dark. Like before, my whole body aches, and my eyes burn. This time it's far worse.
The pain coming from my violated ass is a harsh reminder of just how she hurt me. More importantly, her cum drying on my face is a reminder of how much she enjoyed my merciless rape. I no longer smell oak and concrete because I can't escape the overwhelming musky stench of her vagina fluids.
My face feels stiff and strange, with her pleasure drying in the darkness.
I can't imagine falling asleep, but my struggles, though they didn't achieve anything, have left me completely exhausted. As the adrenaline fades, I fall into a deep, dreamless void.
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