WARNING! This story contains depictions of rape and non-consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is complete fiction and no characters in it are meant to resemble any real person. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the people who commit rape are despised everywhere. In addition, although persons of distinct nationalities, ethnicities, cultures or religions may be portrayed, no offense is meant to anyone.
The soft swoosh and clean click of the door latch, accompanied by the low thud of the door closing had always been strangely satisfying in an aesthetic way to Kimberly. It wasn’t exactly an aesthetic setting by any means, with nine foot concrete walls and a smooth floor with yellow lines painted to indicate where each garbage skiff and pieces of equipment should be set, it didn’t make for an attractive space. But the reinforced concrete, the industrial minimalistic atmosphere, and the asymmetry of the room gave it character in a way no architect ever intended.
Kimberly paused for a moment to listen to the way the sound of the door echoed quickly off the thick, structural walls. She had a keen interest in building design, aiming to apply to an architectural program the following year. She’d nearly saved enough money. Kimberly appreciated the way this inbetween space had been utilized for maintenance, an awkward wedge of a much grander facility that could hold thousands of screaming fans while they watched sporting events or music concerts. This strange room with its industrial floor cleaning equipment, spare golf car, and assorted signage, fascinated her. When she could design her own buildings, she planned on making these kinds of “leftover” spaces intentionally. She enjoyed the way they were somehow useless and essential simultaneously.
But she had a long way to go before she would be drafting her own designs. She wiped a bead of sweat off her brow with the sleeve of her slate gray coveralls and grunted softly as she put her weight behind pushing the garbage tote towards the larger skiff. At 130lbs she struggled with it alone, but she never complained about being asked to do hard work. Kimberly was not a girly girl who cared greatly for her physical appearance, but her willingness to do physical labor kept her in good shape, and puberty had gifted her with some curved proportions that made even her more masculine sense of style look feminine.
She had very short blond hair with purple tips, something she did for fun, but also to get away from her otherwise tomboyish appearance. She had high cheekbones, and a kind smile, but did not use any makeup. The company coveralls couldn’t fully hide her figure though, the elastic waist showed off her hips a bit, and because the coveralls were men’s size small, her chest strained the zipper that ran up the front of the garment.
She pushed the tote into the automated machine which extended its claw-like gripper arms and lifted it, emptying the contents into the skiff, sounding very much like fictional high-tech equipment out of a movie.
The work day was over and because it was her turn to empty the last tote, everyone else would already be gone by the time she got back to clock out. But she didn’t mind, in fact she often tried to be the last one to leave because that meant she would have some privacy to change out of her work clothes before heading home. The company did not provide a locker room or changing area, which was not a big deal during colder months when she could simply wear the coveralls over normal clothes, but during the heat of summer Kimberly had taken to wearing nothing but yoga shorts and her sports bra under them. At the end of the day it was a relief to be able to strip them off in the hallway next to the punch clock and leave without anyone seeing her in her underwear.
The tote glided across the floor much easier now that it was empty and the wheels squeaked as they spun more quickly. She leaned into the tote with her shoulder while looking at her wristwatch just as the tote hit the door. BAM! A thunderous clash of metal on metal filled the room and Kimberly cried out in pain as the tote came to a sudden stop. She rubbed her shoulder and pouted. It wasn’t the first bruise she’d received on the job, but she was annoyed. By company policy, the doors to these back rooms were designed to remain locked at all times so that patrons or members of the public couldn’t wander into them. But in practice, everyone left them propped open with a doorstop because constantly unlocking doors all the time was a massive pain in the ass. She must have accidentally bumped the doorstop out of the way when she entered.
“God damn it,” she muttered as she reached for her keys. But instead of her hand gripping the ring clipped to a belt loop, she felt the frayed ends of a belt loop that had been ripped out.
“Fuck,” she whined, and looked around the floor but there were no keys in sight. She ran through her day in her mind quickly, trying to remember the last place she’d used her keys, but it didn’t really matter. Even if she knew where she’d lost them, that wouldn’t help her now. She took her phone out to call her supervisor, Marc.
No signal.
The thick concrete walls were not friendly to wireless devices. Kimberly walked around the small room for several minutes holding her phone up and down, searching for anyplace she could get some bars. No luck.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she said and shoved her phone back into her pocket. She went to the large steel door and tried to open it, but aside from banging it back and forth a quarter of an inch, she accomplished nothing. She looked at the hinges, maybe she could take them off? No luck. They were welded to the frame and there was no way to remove the hinge pins.
She pounded her fist against the door and screamed, “Is anyone there?! I’m … I’m stuck in here!” but she knew it was fruitless, everyone was gone; gone for the weekend.
As the hours passed, she tried to keep her hopes up, but it was hard not to panic. She paced back and forth, searching the room for anything that might help. She felt dirty and sweaty from the day of work, and the lingering smell of the garbage didn’t help her mood. The large skiff did have a lid, but the odor could not be completely contained.
The eventual temperature drop and her watch told her when it was past sundown, but the unchanging fluorescent lighting made it feel like time had stopped. She sat in the golf car, which was the only place with a padded seat, and tried not to think too much about how hungry she was until she drifted off to sleep.
She awoke the following morning stiff and cold. The concrete really sucked the heat away. But by three o’clock in the afternoon, the metal roof had turned the room into an oven. She unzipped her coveralls and tied the arms around her waist, then set herself a schedule of beating on the door every half hour on the off chance someone might hear. By 4:00pm, however, it was only making her feel more abandoned, so instead she closed her eyes and tried to force herself to nap so her mind wouldn’t run in circles.
The click and swoosh of the door being opened brought her back instantly. Her supervisor, Marc, was standing at the door with his keys in the lock.
“Marc! Oh thank GOD! THANK GOD!” Kimberly shrieked, and ran towards him.
Marc nearly jumped out of his skin and screamed in surprise, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Marc! It’s me! Thank God you… no no NO! DON’T LET THE DOOR…”
SLAM!
Marc put his hand to his chest, “Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” He looked at Kimberly surprised by her state of half undress, “What the hell happened to you?”
Kimberly fell to her knees, “No, no, no…” she muttered.
Marc went to her side and pulled her back up to her feet. “What happened?”
“I got stuck in here!” She looked up in despair, “and now you, you fucking let the door close!”
Marc’s head snapped to the door and he walked over to it, putting his hand in his pocket. “oh fuck, my keys are still in the lock on the other side.” he looked back to Kimberly, “you don’t have a… ?”
“NO I DON’T FUCKING HAVE A KEY!”
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“Don’t you think I thought of that?” Kimberly said bitterly.
Marc had found a set of socket wrenches and a flathead screwdriver and was trying to take apart the door lock.
“They’re hex head screws, that isn’t a hex head driver,” she continued.
“Well at least I’m trying something. What about this equipment?”
“What about it?”
“Well maybe we can, I don’t know, take it apart and find something useful?”
Kimberly rolled her eyes, but held her tongue. She was irritated, thirsty, and hungry, but also knew that arguing wasn’t going to help matters. “Fine, try whatever you want.”
A few hours later the heat in the room was peaking and Marc was equally sweaty, but with hardly anything to show for it. He’d taken off his coveralls, but he’d worn jeans and a shirt under them. He was about ten years older than Kimberly, with short dark brown hair and few days’ growth of stubble. He had a contractor’s body, not exactly in great shape, but strength of muscle from the years of working various construction and building maintenance.
“Well, it’s not going to taste good, but at least it’s something,” he said, coming out from under the engine of the golf car. He offered Kimberly a plastic pan of dirty looking water.
Kimberly looked at it sadly.
“It’s from the water pump,” Marc said apologetically. “We’ll need to conserve as much water as possible.
Kimberly took a sip and almost wretched. “No thanks, I think I can wait until Monday.”
Marc shook his head, “Thursday, remember? No one will be coming by until Thursday.”
“What?”
“The seminar, remember? The mandatory safety seminar.”
Kimberly sank to the floor and leaned against one of the walls. “I totally forgot about that!”
“Everyone will be across at the convention center for the safety classes and won’t be back to normal operations until Thursday. That’s the only reason I was here today. I forgot my clipboard in here with all my presentation notes. He held up the pan of water once more. “We *really* need to conserve all the water we can.”
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Saturday night was even colder, and the pair huddled together for warmth. They felt somewhat weird at first, but they quickly got over feeling socially awkward given the circumstances. Through Sunday they took turns banging on the door every hour, mostly just to have something to do. The large skiff worked as a makeshift toilet, but it was difficult to climb up and do their business while holding the lid open, which meant it was a team effort each time.
“Stop looking,” Kimberly quipped. She had to remove her coveralls and yoga shorts completely before climbing up.
“I wasn’t!”
Kimberly scowled, but climbed the small ladder and sat on the edge of the bin. A small bit of luck meant they had a roll of paper shop towels to use for wiping. Marc handed her a couple of sheets and smirked at her as he glanced down at her legs and ass while holding the bin’s lid open.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Kimberly pointed a finger at him.
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Another cold night had them cuddled together sitting against a wall. They’d ripped the golf car seats out and put them on the ground. Kimberly sat in Marc’s lap, head slumped forward. Marc couldn’t sleep though. He’d never been the kind of contractor that leered and catcalled at chicks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t look at the girls he happened to be around. Kimberly had piqued his interest the first time she arrived at the site. Her spunky, cheerful attitude was charming, and the way she admired the construction as more than just metal and rock was cute in a sophisticated way.
Now, having her in his lap, the cold air making her vulnerable and cute, was unavoidably arousing. He hugged her a little tighter and smelled her hair. Her natural scent was a turn on.
She stirred and noticed his embrace. She looked up at him. “What is it?”
“Nothing… it’s nothing.”
She rested her head against his chest and went back to sleep.
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“I’m getting a shower,” Kimberly said. She sat cross legged, on the floor.
“Well, obviously, but I mean like, after all that kinda stuff. You know,” said Marc, “What’s the first thing you’re gonna do?”
Kimberly thought for a moment. “Visit my sister,” she said. “Oliva’s a professional masseuse.” She stretched her arms and neck. “I’m going to really need it after sleeping in this shit hole for six days.”
Marc nodded. “Sure, yeah.”
“What about you? First thing?”
“After a shower, and food, and all that…”
“Yeah after that.”
“I don’t know, get laid?” he chuckled. “Being made acutely aware of how short life is kinda makes you want to not miss any opportunity.”
Kimberly chuckled lazily, “no kidding, can I change my answer?”
“But seriously, I’d probably want to see my sister too. She’s not a masseuse or anything, but I’d hate to die before being able to tell her I love her and I’ll miss her.”
“We’re not going to die,” Kimberly said, forcing a smile.
Marc looked up, “yeah I know, I mean just. You know?”
Kimberly nodded. There was a moment of silence.
“You know, I’m not a professional or anything, but I’ve been told I give pretty good massages. If you want?” Marc offered.
“Oh, uh, thanks, but um,” Kimberly shrugged, “I’m good.”
“Ok, but if we do die, you’re gonna regret passing up the opportunity!”
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The next night felt even colder, and Marc still couldn’t sleep. The seat was better than nothing, but it did not insulate well. Kimberly, though, laying once more in his arms, was sleeping. The warmth of her body was pleasant, and he watched her chest move up and down with her breathing.
Marc was feeling hunger pains and he licked his lips feeling how dry they had become. He wondered how much longer they could really last. He looked at her face, peaceful as she slept. She was such a beauty in a world of ugliness. He hugged her tight once more, but Kimberly did not stir this time. He leaned his head down to rest on her shoulder, cheek to cheek. She felt so good against his skin. He couldn’t resist the temptation and slid his hands up to her chest. He could just barely feel her nipples, hard in the cold air, through her sports bra and coveralls. He pressed his palms against them, and squeezed her tits very gently. He so desperately wanted to feel alive and vital again.
Kimberly shifted a bit, but didn’t wake. He squeezed her chest a little more firmly, and felt blood filling his cock. He turned his head and smelled her neck, starting to massage her tits with more pressure.
Kimberly woke up slowly. The dehydration had sapped much of her energy, and it took a few moments for her to realize what Marc was doing. “Marc… Marc, stop that!” she wiggled to try and push off his arms.
Marc held onto her, however, and kept his hands on her chest. “It’s ok, no one will know.”
“That’s not the point! Stop it!” She tried to stand up, but Marc would not let her go.
“We’re gonna die here, can’t we just at least have some fun first?”
“No! STOP IT!” Kimberly’s adrenaline finally kicked in and a new panic took hold.
Marc pulled at the zipper of her coveralls, “C’mon, it’s ok it’s ok!” He smelled her hair again, “You smell so good!”
“Get off of me!”
Marc yanked the zipper down to her waist, then reached around her belly and grabbed one of her wrists, using the forearm of that hand to pin her other arm at her side. His free hand reached into her coveralls and pulled at her sports bra.
“Please Marc! Don’t!” As she squirmed to get her arms free her tone switched from insistence to pleading.
With her sports bra pulled up and breasts exposed, Marc groped and squeezed them, feeling her nipples and pinching them, pulling them.
“Ow! Please Marc, NO!” Kimberly winced as he played with her chest.
“Just relax! We both need this. You’ll feel better once we’re doing it.”
“Marc!” she begged, and lunged forward.
Marc kept his grip around her waist, keeping her from getting to her feet. She fell forward and Marc straddled her just below her ass. He took hold of the back of her coveralls, and pulled them down, yanking them over her shoulders, immobilizing her arms. His cock was growing more stiff as she struggled beneath him, the feeling of her ass pressed against his member only aroused him more.
Kimberly pulled her arms out of the coverall sleeves and pushed herself up, bucking Marc off her back with a loud, “GET OFF!”
Kimberly stood and stumbled, trying to cover her chest while holding her coveralls up at the same time.
“Why fight it?” Marc said as he rose to his feet. “If we’re gonna die here, we should at least enjoy ourselves as much as possible first.” He walked towards her, backing her against the wall. “You could just let me do it.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed.
Marc lunged forward and took hold of the sports bra that was still looped over her arms and neck. He lifted it upward, taking it over her head, forcing her arms up. He turned her around and shoved her up against the cold wall, then brought the bra downwards, bending her arms behind her back forcefully. She screamed as her shoulders hyper extended.
Then he pressed his body against hers, holding her against the wall and twisted the sports bra, tying it to bind her arms across her back just above her elbows. When her arms couldn’t move, he unzipped his pants and took them off, then pulled her coveralls and yoga shorts down to her ankles, using the sleeves of the garment to tie her ankles together.
“Marc, listen… please” Kimberly pleaded, “Don’t do this, please. I, I won’t say anything, I promise! You’re just, you’re just dehydrated, and you’re making a mistake, that’s all!” She started crying with her face pressed against the unforgiving gray wall. “It’s just a mistake. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
She shrieked as she felt the warm tip of his cock poke up into her butt crack. “NO!”
Marc grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from the wall, then forced her down onto her back. He straddled her, but this time across her chest with his cock in her face.
“Open up!” he demanded.
Kimberly clenched her eyes and mouth shut. Marc pulled her head up by the hair and pushed the head of his cock against her lips. “OPEN UP!” he demanded again.
But Kimberly continued to resist.
“Fine,” Marc looked around. He stood up and walked out of Kimberly’s view for a moment. When he came back he knelt down next to her with one knee on her stomach, and pulled her legs apart.
“NO!” Kimberly screamed, but she couldn’t stop him. She caught a glimpse of the metal handle of the socket wrench in his hand before she felt it against her labia. “Please don’t! AAhhhAAA! OW!!”
Her whole body tensed up as she felt the cold hard handle invade her body. “Take it out! PLEASE!”
Marc turned and put his cock to her lips again. “Open up.” His voice was calm but his eyes were crazed.
Marc spent the next several minutes pumping his cock in and out of Kimberly’s mouth, letting her gasp for breath whenever her face turned too red. He pulled back before he came to catch his breath.
Kneading her tits, while she gasped and coughed, he admired her nakedness. “God you have such an amazing body,” he said. “But you don’t show yourself off like other girls.” He took hold of the socket wrench, still inserted up her cunt, and gave it a little twirl.
Kimberly squealed desperately.
“I think that’s what I like most about you. You didn’t try to look cute, you just are.”
Kimberly sobbed.
Marc rolled her over and lifted her ass into the air. He pulled the socket wrench out and spread her ass apart. “God that’s so beautiful,” he said and shoved himself in.
Kimberly wept, creating a small pool of precious water that Marc shoved her face into while he pounded her mercilessly.
As he felt himself approaching climax he pulled out again to prolong the encounter and spread her cheeks apart. He gazed greedily at the puckered pink hole above the gaping one he’d just violated. The socket wrench was still within easy grasp, he rubbed it on her pussy to get what juices he could onto the handle, then pushed and twisted it until it penetrated her asshole, watching with hunger as inch after inch disappeared into the straining sphincter.
Kimberly shrieked, but had nothing left to fight it. When the socket wrench handle was all the way in with just the square ratcheting head exposed, Marc lined up his cock with her pussy and rammed into her again, this time, fucking her hard until he burst, filling her with some of the last remaining fluid his body had to spare.
---
Laying face down on the indifferent floor, Kimberly stared at the wall. She felt Marc untie her binds, but she made no effort to get up, not wanting to face the monster that had just made what was probably her last days on earth more of a misery than they were already destined to be.
“There, you can get up now,” Marc said.
Kimberly curled into the fetal position, but did not look up at him. Her eyes refused to do it.
“Or stay there if you want. It doesn’t matter, whatever.”
Kimberly’s eyes focused and her mind cleared as she was able to breathe more easily.
Marc paced back and forth, “You could have just had fun with it,” he said, “I mean, I might still need to do it again. It’d be better if you just let me.”
Kimberly’s face, so close to the ground, could see under the skiff, where dust and food wrappers had managed to hide.
“Not like there’s anything else now to do,” Marc continued speaking to himself.
A glint of metal stood out among the stale garbage under the skiff. Kimberly’s heart went into overdrive. Her keys!
“I mean with such an amazing ass, you can’t blame me!”
Kimberly slid herself over to the side of the skiff.
“What are you doing?” Marc quickly moved over to her, and squatted down.
Kimberly planned out her next actions in her mind and visualized her path to success. “Please,” she said as calmly as she could. “Just, be gentle this time.” She scooted forward to the edge of the skiff and placed her hands against it as if to brace herself, then got on all fours, offering her ass up to her tormentor.
Marc looked back and forth between her face and her ass, “Of course baby. It’ll be different this time.” He got down on his knees behind her and fondled himself until he was hard enough to enter her. “I told you we both needed this,” he pushed himself into her more slowly this time. He rocked back and forth, savoring the feeling, taking it slow.
Kimberly moaned and pushed back against him, getting into a rhythm, moving a little faster. “Ohhh yes,” she moaned as sincerely as she could. She moved her hands down to the floor, and lowered her chest, arching her back. “Ohhh Marc,” she purred.
“Oh Fuck baby - see I knew you just needed to get into it!” Marc closed his eyes and pumped faster, slapping her ass with his hips as he bottomed out into her tight pussy.
“Ungh! UHGH!!!” Kimberly grunted in pain, but kept her resolve. She waited, feeling his rhythm. It had to be timed just right.
“Ahh AAAHH AAAAHHH!” Marc was close to cumming as he thrust harder and faster. “It’s so good, baby! I’m gonna… “
Kimberly moved like lightning with the last remaining ounce of strength she could muster. She dropped herself flat against the ground just as Marc pulled back and kicked her legs up behind her, violently shoving Marc’s face into the steel side of the garbage skiff above her. At the same time, she reached out and snatched the key ring that had been sitting there the entire time.
While Marc staggered and cursed, holding a hand against blood running out of his forehead, Kimberly scrambled to her feet and ran for the door.
The few seconds it took to fumble with the keys and get the right one into the lock felt like half an hour. She unlocked the door, pulled the key out, pulled the door open, and slipped through.
Marc raced for the door, realizing what Kimberly had done. His finger tips touched the handle while it was still in motion, and he yanked back violently a split second later, just as the latch clicked, locking once more.
Marc hammered his fists against the indifferent door, screaming.
