[Army of One]

This story is fictitious. Any similarity to events real or imagined is purely coincidental.
This story also contains rape and kidnapping which the author does not condone in real life.

Okay, so most of you have met chrisrap22 by now (I assume). I've started writing this story for her, which details...well, have a read for yourself and see.
Chris stepped out of the salon's staff entrance. She'd had it for the day; all she wanted was to go home, run a nice bubble bath and relax, soak away the day's issues. Her car was the last in the parking lot, at least until the black van turned up.

A rather average-looking man, about mid-thirties, got out of the side, and ran towards the shop. "I'm sorry, sir," Chris called out to him, "we're closed for the night."

The man stopped in his tracks. She could see him mouth the word, "Fuck!", before he came back over and thanked her for telling him, before getting back in his van. For some reason, though, the van didn't move.

She continued to her car, still suspicious of the van. Maybe once she got in her car, she could report it to the police or something. Before she could get her keys in the door, the van door opened again and the man she saw before got out. "Excuse me," he called out to her as he approached. "What time does the salon open tomorrow?"

"9am," she responded, just as he got close.

"Cool," he affirmed.

She barely got her keys in the car door when the cloth went over her mouth. She panicked, dropping her keys, and struggled against the man's grip, before finally losing consciousness and going limp. The van pulled up beside them, and he lifted her into the back before climbing in himself after her.

*****

She woke to her hands bound behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth, and the feeling of a guy's cock inside her as it came. While each of these alone shocked her, the last made her try and recoil away, only to have the hands around her hips tighten their grip and shove her back on the cock. "Oh no you don't, slut," the man from the carpark told her, rather crudely now. "You wait until I'm finished." A couple of spurts later, and he finally pulled out, letting her scramble as much as she could to the end of the van. The man's cruel laugh scared her.

The van pulled to a halt. "We're here," he said, and grabbed Chris by the arm, pulling her out into a forested area with a cabin in the middle of it. The van drove away, leaving the pair alone. Chris got one look at the cabin's exterior, before she was pulled by the arm again and led inside.

The interior was unfurnished and small; the only thing that seemed to jump out at her was the trap door in the middle of the floor. He pulled her over to it, then opened it, leading her down the stairs underneath it. The steel door at their base was opened by the man, and she was thrown inside.

Panic had built up inside Chris the whole time, and if there was more light, anyone'd be able to see it.

"Have a good look around," came the man's cruel voice; "I want this to be the last thing you see."

Then the blindfold went over her eyes, and darkness became her new companion.

[Army of One]

This story involves kidnap and rape. The author does not condone such acts in real life.
The first sound of the door opening, and Chris was ready to run for it. But her small frame was caught immediately, and she was pushed to the cement floor. The door then closed again.

"Tsk, tsk," the familiar voice tutted. Then she felt her white blouse pulled to one side, and heard the sound of scissors. The blouse was now gone, cut from her body.

Hands dropped the gag from her mouth. Finally! she thought, and then let out one almighty scream.

It was muted almost immediately when something was forced into her mouth, long and meaty and nasty-tasting. he gagged as she felt it go down her throat.

The man fucked her throat as much as he could, but pulled out when he felt her almost puke. Chris took one quick breath in, then became sick over the floor. Once she was finished, she was rewarded with a hard slap across the face.

"You stupid bitch!" the man yelled. "Now I have to clean all this up!" And almost immediately, the steel door was closed.

It reopened a few minutes later, but the man said or did nothing to her. He was, instead, cleaning the cell. She finally felt his hands on her head, as he wiped the remnants of puke of her face. The door was again closed, only for it to reopen not a few minutes later. She felt her skirt being pulled upwards, as it was cut away vertically. "This is for screaming." It was tossed to the side, as he took hold of her bra. "And this was for the puke." And he pulled hard.

Chis was pulled forward violently; the bra didn't budge, so he took to it with the scissors, cutting it from her body. Her 32B breasts, which he had envisioned even while they were still covered by her blouse, sprang into view, and he couldn't help but submit to the temptation of touching them.

The contact from his cold, calloused fingers made Chris jump back a bit, causing them, in turn, to bounce a little. He liked the look of that. He reached out again, gently stroking them, even flicking the hardening nipples a little. "These are going to look good with cum on them," he murmured to himself.

Saying the comment made him snap back to the task at hand. He grabbed her hair again, making her wince, and pushed her head to his cock. "Open your mouth, slut!" he yelled at her, but she shook her head in refusal, keeping her lips shut tight. He reached down and grabbed her panties, ready to pull them off. "Last chance; open your mouth." She shook her head again.

The snap of the breaking elastic made her scream in pain, a scream again cut short by the intrusion of his member. This time, he made an effort to keep the vomit down; she didn't want to be hurt by him again. He kept fucking her mouth and throat, pushing and pulling her head into and out of his crotch, making sure the entire length went past her beautiful lips, until finally he shoved her head right onto his cock and held it there. His orgasm lasted a while, it felt, his nasty cum spilling down into her stomach.

Her head was thrown off again, letting her regain her breath. She wanted to puke again, even though she had nothing to puke, and her body refused to. After several minutes, the familiar sound of a closing metal door brought about the other side of this reality: she was naked, afraid, cold, blind, and alone.

Great beginning, look forwards to reading more!

[Army of One]

Great beginning, look forwards to reading more!

Thanks. I'm seeing how Chris takes to each part I write before I post the next one, since her reactions will dictate where I go next.

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Good start Army.  Looks like Chris is going to be in for some long sessions. 

MMMmmmmm damn I always fantasize about being treated that way, nice to see someone who knows what they are doing! . Did I tell you that I was actually 32B by the way?

[Army of One]

Did I tell you that I was actually 32B by the way?

I think you did, right at the top of our first chat.

[Army of One]

The story contains rape and kidnapping. The author condones neither in real life.

Okay, so I took a slight detour via Forced Oral for this part. I don't know why; it just sounded like a good idea at the time. That said, though, it (or much of what I've written) may not work in this part. As such, this part is probably the most in flux thus far. (Plus, I got distracted by real life a lot in writing this part, and was feeling a little drowsy from an extraordinarily late night.) Hopefully it'll work how it's written, but expect this part to change.
Every time she heard that door open, she would try and make a break for freedom. Every time, she would be returned to the floor of the cell, before the door was closed shut. It was only what he did next that changed every time.

The gag was returned to her mouth the next time. It was a good gag, still let her breathe, but any attempt to scream would just be muted. He realised how well it did its job when he fucked her cunt for the second time. It was the first time she'd been awake when he did it, so she'd never experienced him entering her.

Again, his cold touch made her jump, his grip on her legs scared her. She may not have been able to see anything, but she could guess what he wanted to do. So she was surprised, even if still panicked, when she felt a tongue on her sex. It felt kind of good, albeit still disgusting, since she had never asked for this to happen, and she even let slip a small involuntary moan or two.

The licking ended all too soon, and the weight of reality dropped on her, as she felt her legs part wider, and the man's cock quickly slide between her cunt lips. She felt its length as it again violated one of her most sacred of places; she swore it was at least seven inches, possibly even eight. And it hurt.

Th man gripped Chris's thighs hard—she was sure he was going to leave marks—and thrust hard into her. The first few thrusts caused her to cry out, the hard contact between them shooting pain through her sensitive parts. After a while, though, the sharp pains dulled, the slapping of skin on skin and his grunting the only indications to her that anything was happening.

The man thrust deep into her one last time, holding it inside her as he filled her hole again with cum. Chris's face didn't change; he was glad for it to end, espcially when he pulled out, letting her finally drop onto her side on the floor. Once she heard the steel door close, behind her blindfold, he cried.

Well in my opinion it works the way its  written!

[Army of One]

This story contains rape and kidnapping. The author condones neither in real life.

A bit of a shorter, lighter part here. It does look at something I might reintroduce later, although if I do, it may result in this story being shifted. (You can tell I'm writing this as I get ideas.)
Chris felt the gag pull away from her face between sobs. She had not heard any sign that anyone was coming in, nor did she want to. The hard hands of her captor scratched across her face, taking the elastic holding the ball in her mouth and pulling it down, letting the ball follow.

She knew better now than to scream if this happened.She knew what happened if she even opened her mouth. Instead, she kept it shut tight. This did not please him. "Open your mouth, bitch." he shok her head, so he held it still with a clump of her hair. "I said open it, bitch!" She shook her head again as much as she could through his grip, trying her hardest not to scream in pain.

That was when he pinched shut her nose. She held her breath, hoping he'd give in before she did, but that moment never came, as she opened her mouth to take a gasp...followed quickly by the now-familiar cock. Once he was in, he let go of her nose, letting her breathe normally again.

Chris's mouth again became just another fuckhole as the man forced his tool into it and down her throat. She didn't gag this time, her sobs barely audible around the meatpole as her throat massaged it involuntarily. She ws thankful that he puled out of her mouth before he cme don it, although that relief was short-lived. He held her head in place, although why escaped her for several minutes. The feeling of the man's glans being wiped across her face made her realise what he had done.

The door opened and closed again, and her body, complete with cum-covered face, flopped again to the floor.

[Army of One]

This story contains rape and kidnap. The author condones neither in real life.
Again, she paid no heed to the steel door opening and closing; it was a sound that had now lost all meaning to her. Nor did she pay any real attention to the man returning the gag to her mouth, instead robotically opening her mouth to accept the familiar latex ball. His voice ordering her, "On your knees, slut," was met with defeated emotionlessness as she executed his requests.

Him pushing her head into the metal tray that held her food (which had been a genuine task to consume since her first day here), while done without any emotional response from her, did get her to wonder at least what was going to happen. But the pain in her ass made her fully aware of what was happening to her body. And for the second time since she got here, the gag was put to very good use.

The feeling of her rapist's fuckpole entering her dry, virgin ass made her scream in pain, seeming like he was trying to rip her open, made even worse by the microtears on her ring, bloodying up his dick. Either he didn't care, or it had become a turn on for him, as he kept thrusting away on her ass, speeding up even as he went. Each thrust elicited a pained squeal from Chris, her asshole reddening from the abuse.

He thrust in hard, and kept himself buried in her rear entrance. However, the expected feeling of his cumming was nowhere to be seen. The feeling of hardened fingers on soft nipples, on the other hand, became very present. It was tempting to moan underneath the initial ministrations, and she wondered why her boddy would consider betraying her. One small twist on a nipple, however, brought her back to her grave reality, and she let out another hurt, if mued, wail.

Chris's tears soaked through the blindfold's fabric, however still provided her with no benefit of returning sight, the blackness still being the only thing she could see. Again, he twisted and pulled her delicate nipples, the painful teasing only serving to remind her of how much her body had become forfeit to the torture. At on point, he had started thrusting into her ass again, multiplying the agony she had to endure. Eentually, though, he let go of the nubs, returning his hands to her hips and violently pistoning her butt.

Eventually, the intense thrusting signaling his impending orgasm were felt by her (causing short screams to escape past the gag), followed by the emptying of loaded balls in her now-no-longer-virgin ass. He pulled from her crack, allowing the now-distended hole to slowly close back up. However, hs exit seemed a far way off, and he as wondering what he was doing. If she could see, she would've known about his jacking off over her, and even the feeling of cum landing on her breasts.

Finally, the door opening and closing signalled her torment was over for now. She fell to the floor, her ass still giving her small shocks of pain. This was not life, she thought, it was hell. She cried again; she wanted to die.

Love how she beginning to accept his coming and going. Like your easy flowing style of writing it helps to keep the sense of tension in the room at an high point!

[Army of One]

This story involves kidnap. The author does not condone it in real life.
This story also contains content of an adult nature.

Finally! Chris's torment is over!...Maybe...
The steel door was again opened. However, she heard voices before it closed. One was a voice with which she was too familiar, the other was new. "So this is the merchandise?" asked the new voice.

"Yeah," was the response in the all-too-familiar voice. "She may be a bit used, but she's still fuckable."

"Really? Who used her?"

"Me, of course."

"Okay." The words that came next filled her a little with the hope she had thought lost. "Get your hands behind your head and lay to the floor!" More feet came in. She then felt someone pull at her arm, lifting her from the floor. She was shaking too much to stand, but tried anyway. Her blindfold was pulled away, and the gag dropped from her mouth. The police officer held her, helping her move out of the cell. "I'm Officer McClintock. What's your name?"

"Chris," she croaked a reply.

"Okay, Chris, you're safe now," McClintock consoled, as he walked her outside the cabin to the car. A blanket was wrapped around her and she was sat in the car. Over at the next police car, she saw her attacker being pushed headfirst into the back of it, his hands cuffed behind his back.

"I'm afraid your clothes were a little cut up," McClintock stated as he returned. "Hopefully this jumper and slacks will do."

"Thanks," was her broken response, and she slowly dressed. When she was finished, the officer suggested they take her to the police station, and get her statement. She agreed, and slid completely into the back seat. The officer took the wheel, ad they drove off.

"The perp's name is William Dunham," McClintock told Chris as they drove, "although that's not going to matter to the press when they find him in a ditch in the morning. They may find out later when his crimes are brought to the surface, but by that time, you'll be long gone." Her eyes widened, and she immediately went for the door. "Don't even try," he warned, as Chris tried and failed to open the door; "child safety locks. According to sources, he sold you off to an African warlord as a sex slave, but got shot so as to stop the police from tracking them down."

The phone next to him rang. "Speak of the devil." He picked it up. "Hello, William Dunham...Yep, she's here now...We're coming over to you now." He put the phone back down, and looked over at the frightened woman in his back seat. "Now come on, you knew deep down this day would come; it was only a matter of time. Plus you will be put to good use servicing M'Butu and his lieutenants."

And they drove off to the airfield.

Liked the ending, too bad she didn't service her captive once more as her way to say thank you!

MMMmmmmmm that was so hot knowing u were writing about me! Different ending but u touched on another hot fantasy of mine! I have never been with a black man yet!