This is a sequel to Harder!, my previous story. It's a gangbang aftermath, so in a way it belongs here, but it also contains some torture so be warned...
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Carrie slowly regained consciousness, and became aware of her pain. It was everywhere, the pain, but as usual seemed to be concentrated in her breasts, bottom and pussy. It was always this way after she awoke from a gang rape, and so, even with her brain not being particularly sharp at the best of times, and even after several heavy blows to the skull which had contributed to her blacking out, Carrie was able to guess what had happened. Gang rape. Again.
A moan sounded softly from Carrie's right. Opening her eyes slowly, she tried turning her head. Some throbbing in her skull and twinges in her spine resulted, but she found she could manage it. To her right lay another girl, as curvaceous as she, and as brunette as she was blonde. This girl was laid on a hospital bed, her wrists tied to the sides with restraints. She was naked, and her voluptuous young body was covered with a decorative cross-hatching of cuts and weals, with bruises and bite-marks dotted here and there.
The girl's legs were up in stirrups, and Carrie became aware that her own legs felt funny. Yes, her feet were fastened into stirrups likewise, raise high and spread open. She tried to lift a hand and discovered that she too was in restraints.
"You're awake?" said the brunette, weakly. "Me too."
"I remember..." said Carrie, her voice a hoarse rasp. Of course, she had been throat-raped maybe a hundred times... "I was in an alleyway."
"Me too," said Bella. "I tried to escape. I would have gotten help. But they kept catching me and... raping me. And beating me."
"Me too," moaned Carrie. "It seems like it's always happening. Men see me and then they just want to... take me. By force. They seem to prefer it when I'm unwilling. And they always want to hurt me. I mean, on top of just the rape."
"Me too!" said Bella. "And they always want to take me anally. Because it hurts, I suppose. Although getting it in the, uh, front, can be sore too, the way they do it. But nothing like getting raped in the bottom. That's where they always want to do it."
"Me too!" cried Carrie. "And it takes me days to recover! Weeks, sometimes, if there's lots of them. It seems the more I beg them to stop, the more they like it and the harder they do it. And then they always make me suck them clean afterwards."
"Me too!" declared Bella. "It's sooo disgusting. I've tried refusing, but they just hurt me more. If I keep my mouth shut, they'll twist my nipples until I scream. They won't let up until I've licked and sucked every trace of, um, you know, mess, from my rapist's erections. It's the most degrading thing..."
"I know!" said Carrie. "I always feel so humiliated. If I don't do it, I get a beating, and if I do it, I feel like I've cooperated in my own shame. And I generally get a beating anyway."
"ME TOO!" cried Bella. "They beat me until I have to do what they say, and I do it out of fear, but I always get a good beating anyway, so I feel stupid for sucking my shit off their cocks as well as sore and humiliated..."
"ME TOO!" agreed Carrie, heatedly. "It's amazing how our experiences so exactly coincide. As if some single fate were guiding us. I don't think I've ever met anyone I had so much in common with."
"Me too!" nodded Bella. "We're going to be great friends, I can tell!"
"It'll be so nice to have someone I have so much in common with," said Carrie. "All this time I've been alone, really. Nobody can really understand what it's like to be gang-raped on a practically daily basis. I've lost count of the number of times I've been hospitalized after a particularly prolonged or vicious attack. And even the doctors and nurses haven't been sympathetic. I suppose one can't blame them: they see so much of me, they must think I bring it on myself or something..."
"Me too, they act as if I'm a whore. 'YOU again?' they say, as if it were all my fault."
"Ah, awake!" cried a male voice with pleasure. Dr. Sade strode up, beaming his best bedside smile. "And none the worse for your misadventures, Carrie."
"I wouldn't say that," said Carrie, looking down at her body, elaborately marked with weals and bites.
"Well, no lasting harm. We're getting very experienced at repairing your cunt and asshole, my girl," laughed Sade, inserting one rubber-gloved finger into Carrie's anus. She winced in pain. "Nice and tight again. The tenderness ma last a month or so, though," chuckled Sade, twisting his finger around and making Carrie gasp. "The injections repair the muscles but they do tend to make the anal lining very sensitive."
"I'm glad I was unconscious for that part this time," said Carrie.
"I wasn't," said Bella. "It hurt worse than the actual rape."
"Well, modern science can't be expected to fix everything," said Dr. Sade. "If you sluts will keep getting yourselves raped, you can't very well complain about the consequences. You should have thought about that before venturing into a dark alleyway while wearing a short skirt and possessing a pussy!"
"I wasn't wearing a skirt at all!" protested Carrie.
"Well, that's worse, isn't it?" said the doc. "Asking for it!"
"I mean, I was wearing jeans!"
"Showing off that shapely bottom, then," chuckled Sade, smacking Carrie's bare rump playfully. Playfully, but painfully, given the whipmarks criss-crossing Carrie's shapely derriere. She winced, and her anus involuntarily tightened around Sade's intrusive finger, causing more discomfort.
"I didn't walk into the alley," moaned Bella, "I ran in to escape from some men who -"
"Excuses, excuses," sighed Dr. Sade, extracting his index finger from Carrie's ass and carelessly wiping it on her throbbing cunt lips. "Anyway, I didn't come here to fondly reminisce about your various escapades. There's a more serious matter. A teenage girl was brought in at the same time as you sluts. We haven't seen her before and don't know who she is. Obviously, we can't treat her unless we know she can pay."
Carrie frowned at the reminder of how much her treatment here would cost. Recent changes in the law had made it comulsory for rape victims to pay for their own medical treatment, unless they could get a conviction against their rapist/s - and that was pretty well impossible, given the impossible burdens of proof demanded, and the fact that most judges enjoyed using rape trials to inflict further humiliations on the pretty girls brought before them.
"Can't you just ask her?" said Bella. "Is she comatose or something?"
"No, the slut's conscious alright, but the trauma seems to have deprived her of the power of speech," said Sade. "And she can't write because her fingers accidentally got trodden on while we were loading you sluts up onto the stretchers. She was partially concealed under a lot of garbage and the paramedics didn't see her, Anyway, naturally we'd like to treat her but at present..."
"The poor thing!" said Carrie. "Isn't she receiving any medical attention at all?"
"As little as possible," said Sade. "No pain relief, of course. We put her fingers in splints. But unless you can give her a name...?"
"She was working at a cafe around the corner," said Bella. "The owner must know who she is!"
"We asked him. He replied, and I quote, 'I can't keep track of every cunt who comes to work for me. Supposed to serve coffee, not suck the customers' cocks.' So, I suppose we'll have to resort to mking her pay another way..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we can repair the damage to her fuck-holes, then charge our male patients for the pleasure of raping her. We have a lot of lonely men receiving treatment at the clinic."
"The poor girl! She's already traumatized!" protested Carrie.
"Yes, and I don't imagine this'll make her feel any more cheerful," chuckled the good doctor. "Still, there are certain financial realities. She should have thought of that..."
"..before getting herself raped," finished Carrie, ruefully.
"Precisely, my dear! Speaking of which, we've checked both your bank accounts and you have enough money for MOST of your treatment, but I'm afraid there is a slight shortfall. Not significant enough for us to go to the trouble of whoring you out, but I have a suggestion for how you can repay the clinic."
"Wh-what do you mean?" asked Carrie.
"There's an experiment I've always wanted to conduct. I don't suppose either of you dumb bimbos has read American Psycho?"
The two dumb bimbos shook their heads slowly.
"Well, the hero of that excellent and amusing novel entertains himself by tying up a whore, stuffing her cunt with cheese, and unleashing a ravenous rat on her. And it just so happens we have a suppl of lab rats here at the clinic, and I've been keeping one on a starvation diet for a week..."
Carrie and Bella both turned pale.
"Now, I don't propose to kill either of you. I'm pretty confident we can remove Roland before he causes too much damage. But my hope is we can discover whether this really is an effective means of torture. We can pick one of you and monitor your heart rate as the rodent is inserted and has a bit of a scratch and nibble at your ladyparts. Now, which one of you shall we run the experiment on?"
"Neither of us!" yelled Carrie.
"Not me!" cried Bella.
"Me neither!" cried Bella.
"Don't do it to me, do it to her! Please!"
"What?" gasped Carrie.
"Shove the rat up her blonde cunt!" screamed Bella in blind panic, as Nurse Twist, slinky in her tight uniform and black bob, entered the ward pushing a trolley with a glass case on it.
"No, do it to her! She deserves it, the bitch!" cried Carrie, equally panicked.
"Rip her to shreds!" begged Bella.
"Eeny, meeny, miny munt," said Dr. Sade with a smirk, tapping each girl's clit in turn with his finger in time to the words, "Stick a rodent up her cunt. If she hollers... all the better... eeny, meeny, miny MUNT!" at which point he prodded his finger right into Carrie's snatch. "Quick, Nurse Twist, the speculum.
With an eager grin, the nurse replaced Sade's probing digit with an ice-cold steel speculum. Carrie gasped at the chill invasion.
"Now for the grated cheddar..." smiled the doc, sprinkling the cheese into Carrie's gaping pinkness with a long spoon.
"No... no..." pleaded Carrie, pathetically, big tears springing from her baby-blue eyes, always an appealing sight to her tormentors.
"Don't be silly, this part won't hurt," laughed Sade, smearing the cheesy fragments against the walls of Carrie's cunt with the back of the spoon. "Now for Roland's big entrance..."
Nurse Twist took hold of a thick tube connected to the glass box, and clamped the loose end to Carrie's labia with some exceedingly tight surgical clamps. Roland the rat needed no further encouragement: smelling the fragrant cheese, mingled so attractively with the unfamiliar scent of human pussy, he hurried down the tube and found himself in a soft, moist cavern, lined all around with delicious dinner. Digging his little claws into the trembling surface, he began to feast...
And Carrie began to scream.
"My, that's piercing," said Sade. "Could you smother those screams, Nurse?"
With a wicked grin, Twist hoisted up her skirt, revealing no panties and a shaved pussy. Jumping on the bed, she lowered her lubricious twat onto Carrie's agonized features. "Mmmmmffff-mmmmmfffff-mmmmmf!" moaned her victim, tring probably to say something like, "For the love of God, please get it out of me, the pain is unendurable!"
"While the experiment is in progress, perhaps we can occupy ourselves some other way," mused Dr. Sade, looking down at Bella's trembling, naked form. Bella's eyes were glued on Carrie's writhing, tortured form, her bouncing breasts and twitching pelvis, as if she still feared a similar fate. She kept staring all through her rape.
As a result of all this, poor Carrie had to be kept at the clinic for some weeks after Bella had been released and was back to being raped out in the wild, in her natural habitat. Carrie was subjected to several more "experiments," but in a way the cruellest thing was that her budding friendship with Bella, which had seemed to offer them both solace in their desperate, degraded lives, had been forever shattered. They never spoke again.
The waitress, I believe, is still paying off her debt to the clinic. Since the rate charged (Five pounds to do whatever you like to her, since you ask) is so low, she's likely to be held there for some time...
