The Adventures of Autumn

L’Espion with Melissa Gallant

Email: Lespion@msn.com

 

Chapter 4  Violated

 

Katie shook with fear as Harper moved behind her.  Her legs were spread making entry from the rear temptingly easy.  “Stop,” she pleaded.  “Stop.  You can’t do this?”

 

“Not only can I do it,” Harper rejoined, but I think my buddies might like to join in as well.”  The other men in the room grinned, their eyes drinking in Katie’s body. 

 

“Yeah, I ain’t never fucked a heroine,” said Martin.  “should be a lot of fun.”

 

“Sons of bitches,” Katie said, her fear and anger mounting.  “Alright do it.  Show everyone what a big man you are.”

 

Harper laughed.  “Big enough to satisfy that sweet pussy,” Harper rejoined.  He was very close to her now.  Close enough that she could feel his breath on her shoulder as he moved right up to her. 

 

She panted in fear.  Harper had pushed his erect member between her thighs.  She could feel it tickling her newly shaved vulva.  “Oh god,” she thought.  “Please give me the strength to withstand this”  She had given up.  She knew that she was going to be raped.  She only hoped that she could take it like a superheroine. 

 

“Uunngh!” she grunted as Harper forced his way into her.  There was no way to escape what he was doing to her.  Her body jerked as he encircled her waist with his good arm and then thrust upward. 

 

“Tight little bitch,” Harper grunted.  Katie could smell his sweat as he hammered into her.  Gritting her teeth, she fought back tears as her virginity was taken from her.  It hurt more than she thought it would.  Harper had made no attempt to lubricate his swollen manhood and it tore the delicate tissue of her virginal love canal as he penetrated her.  Adding to her pain was the bouncing of the tiny weights Harper had attached to her badly  swollen breasts.  Small as they were each weight now felt as if it was the size of a doorknob.  However, she took it bravely, standing up to the pain and humiliation, the sweat pouring off her body as Harper continued to plow into her.

 

“Like it bitch?” Harper taunted.  “How does it feel to finally become a woman?” 

 

Katie did not reply, trying to hold her head up, as Harper continued to savage her, but it was all a pretense.  The rape had shattered her.  Beaten, bound, and tormented, the loss of  her virtue had completely destroyed her confidence.  Barely eighteen, this was not the way she had thought she would give up her virginity. 

 

“Hurts don’t it, bitch?” Martin jeered.  Her pain and mortification were obvious in spite of her attempts to bravely face up to what was happening to her.  “It’s going to hurt a lot more by the time we’ve all had a turn.” 

 

Somethijng like a sob escaped Katie’s lips.  Her body was racked with pain, and the brutality of the rape seemed to last forever. 

 

“Ugghh!” Harper grunted.  With two final thrusts he released his vile cream into her. 

 

“Oh God,” Katie thought.  “What if I get pregnant?  The thought terrified her.  She had not thought it necessary to take any precautions as she did not have a boyfriend, and her superheroine life kept her far too busy to get one.  Too late she realized now that not going on the pill had been an oversight.  She had foolishly thought that she would somehow escape capture, even though she had never heard of a superheroine who did.  Now she was trapped.  If she was vulnerable she would be impregnated.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Martin.  “What’s the matter, twat?  Looking forward to your next fuck?”  He was fumbling with the shackles on her ankles. 

 

Martin released her and pushed her over toward what looked like a vaulting horse.  Apparently he was not satisfied merely to fuck her while standing.  But there was something more.  As she neared the horse Katie saw that it was outfitted with chains and shackles.  The horse was not an item of athletic equipment, but one of torture.

 

“What….What are you going to do?” Katie quavered.  After the violent loss of her virginity she was completely demoralized.  Fear swamped all other emotions.  

 

“Just make you a little more comfortable,” Martin laughed.  He pushed the reluctant girl toward the horse, and turning her so that the hollow of her back was against the leather of the horse her arched her backward over it. 

 

One of the other men helped Martin shackle her while the others, including Harper looked on.  “This is going to be great,” Martin gloated.  “Fucking a superheroine.  What a body!  What a set of tits!”

 

“Oh please stop,” Katie begged.  She was bent backward over the horse, her back arched, her bountiful body exposed to whatever pleasures Martin or anyone else might want to take from it.  Martin cut the ropes binding her wrists and breasts.  The relief from the constricting bonds was almost unbelievable.  But it was short lived.  As her heavy breasts swung free, Martin and two of the other men lashed her across the horse.  Her arms were pulled straight back from her body and shackled to rings set in the floor.  The effect was to pull her back tightly against the horse and arch her body over it so that her face and breasts arced toward the ceiling.  Her ankles were chained to the floor, preventing her from moving.  Her legs spread; she was ready for Martin’s pleasure.

 

He took her more slowly than Harper.  Slowly he undressed in front of her.  Unlike Harper he stripped completely, removing each item of clothing and setting it neatly aside before moving to the next.  Like all of the guards Harper employed, Martin was powerfully built, standing at least six foot six.  He was suitably well endowed. 

 

Katie trembled as Martin moved toward her.  The man’s formidable phallus promised considerable pain.  Katie might have been deflowered, but Harper’s brutal ravishing of her love tunnel had left her raw and bleeding.  A second rape would be even more painful than the first. 

 

“What’s this?” the Martin sneered.  “The superheroine’s shaking like a leaf.  You’d think she’d never done this before.”  He exchanged glances with Harper and the others and grinned. 

 

Katie was close to begging for mercy.  But she knew from the malicious sneer on Martin’s face that she could expect little or no compassion from the hulking brute.  Nevertheless, she cried as Martin thrust into her.

 

Martin grunted at the effort needed to penetrate her.  “Christ, Harper,” he said.  “I thought you would have loosened her up a little, but she’s still as tight as a nun.”

 

“Not the nuns I know,” Harper chuckled.  “I think Sister Celine fucked every priest in the diocese.”

 

“Lively one was she?” Martin asked as he squeezed Katie’s breasts. 

 

“Yeah,” Harper laughed.  “But at least it kept the priests away from the altar boys.”

 

Martin laughed.  And then focused his attention fully on the heroine he was defiling.  Withdrawing slightly he drove his hips powerfully forward.”

 

“Aaghh!” Katie’s cry of pain showed him that he had been successful.  Martin’s throbbing organ ripped her apart.  She cried out again and then again as he continued to hammer her. 

 

The position Martin had chosen allowed him much greater access to Katie’s charms than Harper’s from behind position.  He molested her breasts brutally, squeezing, pinching, and biting them as he continued to rape her.  By the time he finally climaxed after more than an hour her proud breasts were as bruised and sore as her vagina.  He ejaculated, leaving the battered heroine sobbing in pain and humiliation.  But her ordeal was far from over.  There were still four men to go.

 

 

Darkstorm looked in on the girl Harper had kidnapped.  If he had done his work she should be almost ready.  She was huddled in a corner of the cell, her knees bent up in front of her and her arms wrapped around her legs.  She looked frightened, subjugated, and confused, and if Harper had done his work properly, she should be susceptible to his suggestions.  He pushed open the cell door.

 

The girl looked up, her eyes widened, and well they should.  He was dressed in his dark robes and stark white mask.  He was a frightening apparition.  He saw to his satisfaction that her eyes were slightly glazed.  Her food had been drugged as ordered.  He stepped into the cell.

 

“Alicia isn’t it?” he asked quietly.  “I fear you have been badly used, but that is about to change.  I am here to help you.”

 

The girl did not answer, but simply shrank farther back against the wall.  Darkstorm moved to the edge of the bed and sat down.  “Do not be afraid,” he said.  “I will not harm you.  Here, I have brought something to make you feel better.”  Before the girl could move he took her arm.  She cried out in terror as the needle entered her vein and then fell back, her breathing rapid and uncontrolled.  Darkstorm sat quietly on the edge of the bed and waited for the drug to work. 

 

In a few seconds the girl’s frightened face became rigid and calm, her eyes fixed and staring.  “Alicia,” Darkstorm said quietly.  “Can you hear me?” 

 

The girl nodded, but said nothing.  Darkstorm continued.  “I am going to tell you something very important.  It is about your friend Katie.”

 

“Katie?” Alica said very slowly.  “My friend.”

 

“Yes, Katie.  There is something very important you should know about her.” 

 

The girl turned to look at him.  “You have been hurt,” he said.  “Bad things were done to you.”

 

“Bad things,” the girl repeated.  Her face flickered in fear.

 

“Yes, very bad things.  And Katie was the one who did them.”

 

“Katie?”  The look on the girl’s face showed that she was confused. 

 

“Yes, Katie,” Darkstorm answered.  “She had you kidnapped and violated.  She was after something you had.”

 

“She is jealous of you,” Darkstorm explained.  “You have always had more boyfriends than she has.  That made her very angry and she decided to have you punished.  She plans to steal all your boyfriends.”

 

The look on Alicia’s face showed him he was on the right track.  He continued with the slow perversion of her consciousness, working on the little slut’s obsession with her sexual conquests. 

 

“Alicia is jealous of you, Alicia.  Your success with members of the opposite sex made her very envious.  Do you recall the time she stole your boyfriend?”

 

“Stole my boyfriend?”  The girl’s eyes narrowed and her voice took on a steely edge as she answered. 

 

“Yes – Phil wasn’t it?  Remember he called to say he couldn’t go to the game last weekend.  What he didn’t tell you was that your big-titted friend was letting him fuck her while you sat at home.”

 

“No,” Alicia said.  “Katie wouldn’t do that.”

 

“Are you sure.  Then why is it she never wants to go to the bar with you?”

 

“Katie doesn’t like bars.”

 

“Then how do you explain this picture?”  Darkstorm held up a photo of Katie sitting across from Phil at Big Red’s.  It was a very good photomanip.  Good enough to fool Alicia in her doped condition. 

 

“That bitch,” Alicia said.  “She stole Phil.”

 

“And fucked him as soon as your back was turned.  She’s always wanted the success you have had with men.  And she started by taking your boyfriend away.  She does have a certain advantage you know.  Those great big tits are almost irresistible,”

 

“God damned, bitch,” Alicia said.  She seemed to forget Darkstorm was in the cell with her and jumped off the cot, exposing her bountiful charms.  “I’ll get her for this.  Squeeze her tits until she screams.”

 

Darkstorm smiled beneath his mask.  “I have to go now, Alicia, but I’ll be back.  We can talk a little bit more about you and Katie.

 

The girl was still fuming as he left the cell.  The first session had been very productive.  A couple more and he would turn the little slut loose on the captive heroine.  That ought to make for some very entertaining viewing.

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