[Army of One]

So, I was talking with Jessica_33 recently, and she asked me if I was going to write any more stories. (Anyone who's seen my list of resolutions on KB will know that I have two stories that require completion, plus an ongoing short story compilation between the two sites already.) I said yes, and asked if she was willing to be a muse. She said yes, and this story is the result of this. I am writing this as an ongoing thing (I know I should probably stop doing that, but sometimes, a little input from others can help make a better story), so who knows when this'll end.

Oh yes, and as always, the all-important disclaimer. [coughs and straightens tie]:
This story is fictional. Yes, one character is a fictionalization of a real person, but the situation in which she finds herself is completely fictional at the time of writing. The author does not condone sexual assault in real life, especially as a means of revenge. Anyone who cannot tell the difference between fantasy and reality, or feels they could draw inspiration from this story, please stop reading now, close this browser window, and step away from the computer. (I am 100% serious here.)
The Emilia II was filled with CEOs from some of the most powerful companies in the world, if filled on this boat meant seven. Why Jessica had been asked to go in place of her boss (who had an emergency to attend to in another town) she didn't really know. Sure, she was part of the PR department, but that didn't usually mean rubbing shoulders with the rich and powerful.

The yacht was eventually cast off and started making its way out to sea. The champagne was free-flowing, and Jess had to admit she was feeling a little tipsy, and so back off a bit. As she sat down to rest and sober up a bit, two of the CEOs sat on either side of her. Their close proximity made her a little uncomfortable, even more so when they placed their hands on her thighs with the kind of creepy admiration one would find from an unwanted inamorato.

Another of the CEOs, a well-dressed black man, took to the middle of the large cabin that occupied most of the main deck. "Gents," he said, before interjecting himself with "and lady, too." Low, masculine giggles interrupted the speech. "Now that we are a good distance out to sea, I think it's time to get to the main nature of our small cruise." The black man turned to Jessica, his jovial nature being replaced by a more serious tone. "Your boss, Mr Pelowisz, seems to have spent a lot of time—and legal resources—to ruin us, because we refused to merge with him." He took a step forward towards Jessica, while the low murmurs of disgruntled businessmen surrounded them both. "Now, Mr Pelowisz conveniently had to 'visit family'"—he even mimed the quotation marks with his fingers—"but was ever so kind to suggest you in his place." He never took his eyes of her, even though his attention was not immediately focused on her. "Get her, boys."

She initially just broke the grip on her arms, but eventually had to resort to swinging punches, and many of them connected extremely well—she thanked the five years she spent in the Army for that—sending men sprawling back away from her. Eventually, though, a couple found a decent grip, and held her as best as possible. At that point she resorted to her legs to keep them back, while she struggled for freedom from their grip. The black man ended her struggles with a well-placed punch to the stomach. "Lay her on the table there," he told the two men holding her arms. He then turned to another and signalled towards something with his head. "Get me the rope."

Jessica's front was slammed onto the table, her breasts squashed against the oaken tabletop. Her arms were pulled above her head, and tied with the rope, the other end of which was tied tight to the far leg. She felt her stockings being pulled roughly down her legs, and hands running themselves up and down them. "You keep these very well kept, Jess," a voice spoke to her, grease dripping off every syllable. She swung her feet up, and connected with something, a face most likely, given the cry of, "You fucking bitch!" Some ruffling occured behind her before the black man spoke: "I'll do this." She tried kicking again, but her feet were caught mid-kick, and thrown hard back down. "Don't even try, you little bitch."

Then she felt the stab. The man's flesh dagger pierced her sex, and was thrust to the hilt inside her. She let out a small wail, then laid there as she endured the black businessman's repeated stabbing of her. This went on for mere minutes, until he stopped, his physiological weapon buried inside her, and felt her pussy fill. Blood? No, it wasn't coming out of her, but going into her. Semen. He was filling her up with his spunk.

He pulled out of her. "Your turns, boys," he said. "Make good use of her cunt."

Straight into it!!  Very good so far awaiting to see the next installment!!

Like the lady herself I can't wait to read what's in store for her! Merit earned

[Rachel_Thornton]

Glad to see you are still as skilled with the use of the rope as before. Looking forward to seeing where this will end up as I know it will be good!!

Settles in to watch 

[vile8r]

Great job, Army!

[Army of One]

Sorry for the massive gap, boys and girls; life here has been a bit hectic. But, I bring you another part, written in the space of an hour and a half (noting unexpected breaks).

Now, just to refresh everyone's memory:
I do not condone rape, for any reason, for revenge, for political or economic gain, to get ahead in business, or even "just for the heck of it". (This list is obviously only a small portion of the "reasons" I don't accept; it is not solely these.) Should you think of committing such crimes, do note that you will be brought to answer for them.
Jessica lost track of how many used her. It even stopped hurting after a while, or at least the hurt lessened to a dull, ignorable ache, as men kept using her cunt as a dumping receptacle for their cum.

Eventually, the seemingly endless train tapered off to nothing, and she was able to catch her breath and look around as much as her current perdicament could allow her. The many business men, most if not all CEOs, had found themselves either on the padded lounge that lined the walls of the deck's cabin, or out on the rear deck. The sun was low in the sky, telling her that it was now late afternoon. Had they really been out that long? And it didn't seem like they were going anywhere either.

One of the lounging men, an elderly, slightly portly chap with a beard trimmed in a manner to make him look respectable (an irony given what had just transpired), stood and ambled over to her face. "You are a pretty young thing, aren't you?" he stated in a disgustingly sinister tone. "You'd make a perfect secretary for me when we're finished here, should you ever want to come work for me. My last one left not that long ago; maybe she didn't like the fact that I repeatedly fucked her every time I called her into my office." He got up upon the table, straddling her tied arms. "She kept saying that she didn't want to do it, but we all know that behind all the 'no's, they're really saying 'yes'." His trouser zip was pulled down, and his cock into view. "I took her with me on a business trip once...maybe a few times, actually...I had her tied down like you are now. Every hole was available for my use." He pulled at Jessica's hair, lifting her head up, and putting it at his cock. "Take it, slut!" She shook her head; that earned her a slap from him. "I said, take it!" Jessica opened her mouth, and immediately he pushed his cock as far in as he could. She was ready to puke as soon as he passed her uvula, and the temptation ebbed and flowed with each thrust of his cock.

"Ahh, this is perfect, just like I used to with lovely Amy," he stated. "She struggled each time too, y'know. Didn't ask her to do that, just chose to from the off. Made what I was doing all that more exciting more me, that feeling of power over someone, knowing that you can and will break them each and every time." That last statement convinced her to bite him. "Aaah!" he screamed, and he let go of her hair, pulling out as soon as he was able. Everyone came running back in just as he landed another slap on her face. "Fine, you little bitch, I'll teach you a lesson you will not soon forget!" And he dismounted from the table, moving over to her other end.

The feeling of something cold on her asshole warned her of what he was planning, and immediately she started kicking towards the elderly man, but seemed to only get air. "Tie her legs down," he ordered, "I can't do anything if she's throwing her legs everywhere." Hands were suddenly around her thighs and calves, as she felt more rope being tied to them. They were then pulled down (she provided as much resistance as possible), and she felt them being tied to the legs of the table.

Hands were then applied to her butt, and molested. "These are a very perfect pair, my dear Jessica; I would most certainly love seeing them, both covered and uncovered, in my office, especially while I'm fucking you." He removed a hand, and she felt his cock at her asshole. "No, don't," she cried, waving her butt about, dislodging him only to have it return to its former position each time. He eventually grabbed both cheeks once he could keep it in position long enough, and parted the cheeks, before pushing straight in.

Her scream said plenty about the experience, but he kept plowing on. She dropped her head on her arms, crying through the new, more unbearable pain that seared through her. He took his time, alternating between fast and slow, making her feel every movement he wanted her to; as such, it took him nearly an infinity to her before she felt her ass fill with his seed. But he wasn't done with her yet; after he pulled out, he walked back over to her head, and sneered as he mounted the table again and said, "Clean it, bitch." The thought of licking off whatever was on that thing disgusted her, but she didn't really want to see what would happen if she disobeyed again, so  gingerly, she poked her tongue out and started licking it.

"If you're going to clean it, bitch, you're gonna do its whole length!" And with that, he grabbed her hair again, and shoved his cock completely into her mouth. She spent the first thirty seconds concentrating on solely not trying to puke, before she started swirling her tongue around his shaft as best she could. "That's how you do it, my dear." He then turned his attention to the others. "What are you waiting for? An invitation? Her ass is free reign, boys; you can make her clean up afterwards." He then pulled out of her mouth, relieving her of the thought of what she was cleaning off the old man's cock. "It's a shame I don't get to see Amy much anymore; my niece would be so proud of what you've done so far today."

Wow!! That’s just devilish and filthy too, and a businessman, ticking all the boxes here, worth the wait!!!

[Rachel_Thornton]

Is it wrong to be more than a little bit drawn to this elderly portly chap? The description is so good and I am waiting for the next part to this tale. You have hit on a good one here! Merit certainly attained.

What a pervert tale he tells her about his secretary, just what a girl being raped wants to her how established a rapists he is! Also from me accept a merit for this story!

[Army of One]

Thanks everyone. I'll have another part written up shortly.

still loving this 

[Army of One]

Okay, I'm going to admit, this third part was originally not well thought through, and underwent a rewrite in my brain. However, as I rewrote it, I made the decision to sort of metafictionalise my bad initial plan; you'll see how as you read it.

That said, I will apologise if this part doesn't live up to the initial expectations.

By the way, there is a part 4, and it has already been written. But I'll let you guys digest this part first before I post the last part.

This story contains depictions of rape, especially rape used as a tool of vengeance. The author does not condone such actions in real life in any situation.
Jessica laid on the table, arms still outstretched in front of her, her face seemingly devoid of emotion, save for the trail of a tear that had been shed from the pain. Her ass was sensitive from the many unwanted penetrations, and she was certain there had been something on those cocks she cleaned under the extreme duress.

Every so often, one of the men that was on this boat came in and fucked her again. In which orifice they didn't care, and it wasn't unusual for them to do her in all three. She undertook each new ordeal robotically. It seemed like nothing surprised her. Every so often she heard a snap, like from a camera. She had now become a unwilling subject for art, if it could be called that, a perverted muse in their twisted creations.

However, it didn't take long for them to realise she was no longer responding how they wanted her to.

"Listen," she could hear in the background, "this is now getting boring, and it's already night. If you want to spice things up a little for the return trip, then you better start now."

"I will," another voice, that of the black man, assured.

It was a few minutes later when she heard something drop on the floor behind her. "Who are you going to use those on?" came a voice.

"Who do you think?" the black man responded, slightly irritated at being asked what probably seemed to them like such an obvious question. She heard him rummage around, then silence. She almost felt it against her when she heard a buzzing sound, but didn't have time to think about what it may be or protest against its use before she felt the wand against her pussy. She let out a small cry from its initial touch, but he held it there, and soon she felt a warming in her privates as she was brought to an involuntary orgasm. "There we go," he told them. "Ready to go again. If you want, use anything in that bag."

They all used her again, but even with the added incentive of the toys, it seemed the initial enthusiasm had waned in her rapists.

It was black when the boat finally docked again. She had finally been untied from the table, and had just dropped to the floor, while her legs slowly regained feeling and strength. While the other CEOs disembarked from the boat, the black man knelt in front of her and told her, "These photos will be perfect to make your boss back off, send the message we are not for sale."

Excellent story. Just caught up on it.  Well done.

[Rachel_Thornton]

Personally from my own standpoint I found it to be just as good as previous parts. It makes great sense and I can see where you are going with it. I wouldn't say something is good for the sake of it. I liked it and look forward to the continuation of the nightmare. For your honesty and sincerity I award a merit.