Kidnapping

This vacation was supposed to be a little treat for yourself. You had been working hard, doing overtime at your job and even taking up a side job just to save up for your trip to Russia. It’s a country of interest for you, having never stepped foot outside of the USA in your entire life. It was as exciting as it was terrifying! You could barely sleep during the nights leading up to your flight. You really did it, huh? A part of you couldn’t believe it, that you really were able to save up all that money and the vacation days needed to pull this trip off. Maybe things were finally looking up for you. Maybe things would go your way and you would have a nice, enlightening experience that will refresh and recharge you! 

The plane ride was long, with a crying child throwing a tantrum in the row directly behind you. He kicked your seat all throughout the hours-long flight, leaving you to have absolutely no rest that you were hoping to catch up on due to your countless sleepless nights working overtime. You tried not to let it dampen your spirits, though. Soon you’ll be in Russia! You closed your eyes and tried to rest, your mind racing as you imagined all the different sights, sounds, smells and tastes that you would experience. 

Your week in Russia started off on a good note. You had no trouble finding your hotel, or really navigating around, though that was due to the fact that many people were at least partially fluent in English. You didn’t even bother unpacking or undressing, crashing onto the bed with an exhausted groan. Your back and ass were killing you from the long flight and kicking tantrum, and your feet hurt from standing around and walking around the city to get to the hotel. The bed was a little uncomfortable, a little lumpy in places and squeaked every time you moved in the slightest, but it wasn’t so bad. You slept hard, feeling jet lagged from the time difference but still refreshed and ready to take the city on and to explore. 

There was a lot to do and experience. You watched some performances, explored some shopping districts and bought a handful of things, some knicknacks and clothing. You were interested in the local food especially, which was delicious and unlike anything you had ever tasted before. Street food was surprisingly good, almost as good as, maybe even better, under certain circumstances, as a decent restaurant. As you walked and ate your food, you could feel some people staring at you, as they had your entire stay. 

You felt a little self conscious, being a plus sized woman and pretty short, you looked out of place, almost like a stereotypical American minus the cargo shorts and fanny pack. You kept your head down, scarfing your food down and throwing the wrapping paper away in a nearby trash can before you hurry off back to your hotel room. You couldn’t complain much, even though the stares and quiet whispers in Russian started to get to you at times. You were having fun, and finally unwinding after working so hard to have this vacation. 

It was the fourth day and it was the latest you had been out. You were a little uncomfortable, but since this is a well populated city with many streetlights, you didn’t think anything too terrible could happen to you. If you’re mugged, that would suck, but you will just give them whatever they want and figure out what to do after the fact. A few rough looking individuals stared at you sideways, but they went about their business without giving you a second glance. You let some tension leave your shoulders, sighing to yourself as you passed an alleyway. You rounded a corner, hands in your pockets to fight off the chilly night air. You close your eyes for a moment and breathe out. 

Only to have the wind knocked out of you as someone grabs you from behind. 

Before you could even find the breath to scream, your mouth is covered and your arm wrenched behind your back. You are shoved- practically picked up and thrown into a van that you didn’t notice before. Its back doors were thrown open, and you were tossed in and grabbed by many hands. You try to bite, to kick and squirm your way out of their grasps but it’s all in vain. 

Four, maybe five or even six large men in balaclavas and thick jackets are holding you down, wrapping your wrists in duct tape while they are held behind your back. No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight your way out of this now. The van lurched, tires screaming as your body is thrown around. Panic seizes your lungs, causing you to hyperventilate and scream as a strip of tape is slapped onto your mouth. It’s difficult to breathe, and you continue to thrash. In spite of your small stature, you manage to flail out of their hold, even kicking one of them in the face. He shouts in Russian, and some of the other men laugh at him. He snarls and lurches forward, raising his fist and striking you on the side of the head hard enough that you think you felt your brain bounce off the confines of your skull. 

Your head bounces off the floor of the van and your vision instantly blackens, dotted with bright stars in nonsensical patterns. You don’t feel pain immediately, your head is completely numb and your breathing stutters. You think you blink rapidly, a dull, throbbing pain rising to the back of your eyelids. You hear muffled voices around you, volume rising and falling as your consciousness waxes and wanes. A low groan bubbles up from the back of your throat, and you feel your body shake violently from side to side. 

SMACK! 

“Wake up, bitch!” A man speaks in a thick ,Russian accent, almost unintelligible, especially in your confused state. Your eyes snap open, but it’s still speckled with bright lights and encroaching darkness. 

“You don’t get to sleep through this!” You stare up at the man, bewildered and suddenly overwhelmed with pain. All you can make out are his eyes and the definition of his eyebrows, and his thin lips curling at you as you begin to nod off once again. You blink, fighting off what must be a concussion the best you can but you feel yourself slipping away into blissful darkness. 

SMACK! 

That one hurt… You scream and whimper behind the tape across your mouth, nose flaring as you struggle to breathe. Your face stings from the consecutive slaps, your cheek swelling and becoming red from the strikes and becoming so hot that it matched the throbbing pain in your skull. You sniffle and snort, snot running down from your nose and dripping down the tape. The men jeer and laugh at you, talking to each other in Russian and calling out to what must be the driver, who answers in an annoyed tone. 

What will happen to you…? 

You don’t know how long you were in the van, bouts of unconsciousness and pain confusing your sense of time. Every time you nod off, you are smacked awake, though it leaves you feeling confused. It felt like you were in the back of that van for hours, with strange masked men sneering at you as they spoke over you. You think they were swearing at you… or at least swearing in general. One squeezed your thigh, and another placed his hand over your chest, not quite groping you but coming dangerously close to doing so. After a while, the van comes to a screeching halt, the men thrown slightly off balance and your head bouncing off the floor and wall of the van. 

Your vision blackens again, your body feeling weightless. Your arms and legs flop around and your head lolls to the side as you are slightly jostled. You don’t fully wake up, a muffled groan trapped in your mouth as a loud THUMP, THUMP, THUMP shakes your body. A part of you recognized that you are being carried down a flight of stairs, a cool draft washing over your hot, sore face. Your eyes flutter open just as you are roughly dropped onto a mattress lying on the bare, concrete floor. 

The wind is knocked out of you as you land. Your head throbs with pain, your vision briefly darkening as you struggle to catch your breath. You screw your eyes shut, not noticing that the balaclava wearing man had produced a knife from his pocket as he grabbed your wrists. 

You squeak in fear as you feel the knife slicing through the tape. You furrow your brows, confused, but before you had the chance to even sit up, the man was gone, a heavy door slamming shut behind him. You untangle your hands from the duct tape and hold your forehead in your hands, body trembling as you begin to hyperventilate once again. You pick at the tape across your mouth, struggling to get ahold of it and mentally preparing yourself to yank it off your face. 

RIP! 

You hiss and grimace in pain, the fine hairs of your face ripped off as well as some skin. Your lips and the skin surrounding your mouth itched like mad, and you rubbed it with the back of your hand as you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. 

It was a mostly bare basement, with a single hanging light bulb dangling from the ceiling for light. You were sitting on a dirty mattress with mystery stains, it was so thin that you could feel the cold leeching up from the dirty concrete floor. There was no toilet or sink, only a single, dirty bucket in the corner that you assumed would be the only way you could relieve yourself in. Other than that, the only thing that stuck out to you was a heavy, old television that was sitting on the floor. You craned your neck and saw it was plugged in. But you didn’t dare move from your spot on the mattress, straining your ears over your pounding heart as you heard loud footsteps stomping around above you. 

You assumed you would be killed, or raped, or both in either order. You didn’t know what was worse… You struggled to hold back your tears, your knees pulling towards your chest and your arms wrapping around them as you rested your forehead on your knees. What the hell are you going to do…? Was there anything you could do? It’s not like you could fight your way out of here! The men already showed they are more than willing to hurt you, so that is out of the question. Maybe you could bargain with them…? You don’t feel your wallet in your pocket, so they must have taken it from you. You didn’t have much money on you… nor did you have any working credit cards. You guess your license could be useful to them, but… 

Your head was spinning with countless thoughts. Tears welled in your eyes and soaked into your jeans. Were you going to die here? A sob wracked your chest, echoing off the walls of the basement. Terror and resignation washed over you, making your limbs feel heavy and numb. Hopelessness consumes you instantly, and you nearly faint when you hear footsteps approaching the door and it swings open with a loud squeak. 

You don’t immediately raise your head, terrified as to what you would see when you looked up. Is it one man, or multiple? You only hear one set of heavy footsteps going down the creaking stairs, so it’s like just one. What if he has a weapon? You clutch your pants tightly and tremble in place as the footsteps stop just short of the dirty mattress you were sat upon. 

“Bitch.” A thick, Russian accent cuts through the silence. When you don’t move or respond, he kicks your foot hard, causing you to squeak in fear. You peel your tear stained face away from your knees, face red from the slaps you received and snot running down your lips. 

“You listen, bitch!” He snarled at you. He was also wearing a balaclava, but he looked much, much larger than the other men that were in the back of the van with you. His face was mostly obscured, but you could make out his strong eyebrows and his piercing blue eyes. He must be the driver, you thought as you stated meekly up at him. 

“Radomir.” He points to himself. W-What? You stare blankly, owlish, and he nearly spits when he sighs in frustration. 

“Bitch.” He points at you. “Radomir.” He points back at himself. Is- Is that his name…? You nod hesitantly, and Radomir grunts in annoyance. 

“Bitch American.” You don’t know what he’s getting at, so you nod in acknowledgement. He continues on regardless. 

“Americans… much expensive.” His English was broken, almost incomprehensible. You try to understand what he’s getting at, but say noting in fear you would be hurt or worse. 

“Buy you. Freedom.” He points at you, then at the door. ‘Expensive…? Buy…?’ Wait- 

Are they trying to hold you for ransom?

The thought left a pit in your stomach. You weren’t on good terms with your parents, or family in general, and sure, you had friends, but you didn’t think they were the type to pay thousands of dollars to save somebody like you. You mindlessly nod your head, understanding the jist of it, even though it left you feeling like you were about to throw up. 

“Shut up and stay good.” He popped his knuckles, a silent threat as to what would come if you stepped out of line. You nodded again, and made yourself look as small as possible behind your knees. Seemingly satisfied, Radomir nodded back, turning to leave you in your makeshift cell. You watched him walk away, noticing just how broad he was, how strongly built he was. He could probably kill you with his bare hands… You waited for him to slam the door shut, and waited longer for his footsteps to fade before you rushed over to the bucket and puked your guts up. 

You guess they spent the next couple of days trying to extort you for money. There wasn’t much in your wallet, and they only had to raise a fist at you for you to spill where you had been staying at in the city. There goes all your belongings… you thought bitterly as you laid curled up on the mattress. It was so degrading using the bucket as a toilet, though it wasn’t like you ever had much to ear or drink. Every day, you had a glass of water every few hours and a single piece of bread to eat throughout the day. It was cold and almost rock hard, but it was better than nothing, you suppose.

To your surprise, the television actually worked. It was old and made a nostalgic clicking noise when you turned it on, and the audio was a little muffled, but it was something to chase away the fear and silence that surrounded you at nearly all times. All the channels were in Russian, of course, but you managed to find a sort of news channel that you watched in the vain hope that somebody, anybody, would have reported you missing and cared enough to broadcast your disappearance on the television. 

Of course, no such thing happened. 

By the fourth day, you were extremely frightened. What would become of you once they realized no one was coming for you? You couldn’t really believe that this was even happening to you! Did your family and friends not think anything was wrong? Did the masked men really get a hold of them, and they ignored their demands? What would they do to you now? Would they just kill you? Keep you as some sort of sex slave? None of the men really tried to touch you since you were thrown in the basement, but you remember how they groped you in the van, and your mind ran wild with possibilities. Lately, there was more and more noise coming from upstairs. Yelling, swearing most likely, and you feared the moment when there were heavy boot falls heading for the basement door, and a familiar figure came stomping down the stairs and headed straight for you. 

“You fucking bitch-!” 

“W-Wha-?” 

CRACK! 

Radomir leaned down and punched you in the side of the head. It came out of nowhere, with absolutely no warning and no way for you to prepare yourself for the blow. He didn’t hold back either, he hit you full force, hard enough that the pain you still had in your head from being kidnapped sprang back to life twofold. You could feel his broad knuckles dig into the delicate skin of your temple, and you genuinely thought this would be it for you. Your vision blacked out and for a moment you went unconscious. 

You didn’t feel him get on top of you and you didn’t hear him yelling profanities in both Russian and English at you. You vaguely felt your body move, but it wasn’t until you were slapped across the face that you struggled back awake, your breath catching in your throat as you felt the pain hit you full force. A sob then a wail leaves your mouth, your hands going up to protect your face as another punch was directed at your nose. Radomir cursed, pissed that you dare try to defend yourself from his wrath. He grabs your wrists with one hand, yanking your arms to the side so he could beat you as much as he wished. 

CRACK! 

Your nose breaks and a fountain of blood gushes from your nostrils. Your eyes water and overflow with tears, both from pain and fear. You can taste blood in your mouth and feel it running down your face and onto your neck. It stains your jacket and your teeth, and it leaves you totally submissive, unable to lift your arms or kick your legs. You hear Radomir call you a bitch, maybe even a whore, but your ears are ringing too loudly to decipher his thick accent. You blink rapidly, struggling to breathe thanks to your broken nose and tight throat.  

“Guh… P-Puh-lease…” Your voice came out in a squeaky croak. A wheezy breath leaves your mouth as you struggle to remain conscious. Is this how you die…? Stuck in a dirty basement, in a country you barely know, beaten to death by a man you can’t understand? No one has likely noticed you were even gone… 

You almost didn’t feel Radomir’s hands grasp around your throat. You however did feel the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin, pressing against something solid in your windpipe that creaked from his tight hold. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as Radomir strangles you, your arms flailing weakly until your hands find their way to his thick wrists. You can’t pull him off, so you try to beat against his chest, but the strength is totally sapped. Your vision goes black and fuzzy once again, and panic turns into numb acceptance. So you are going to die here, huh? Just as that thought cements itself in your mind, he lets go. 

You laid there, nose broken and likely cheek bones and eye sockets broken as well, blood smeared all over and dripping down your face. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath. Your body is flaccid, completely unresponsive to your commands, though you aren’t even sure what you were trying to do. You aren’t strong enough to do anything, you only even have the will to try. You do nothing but lay there  and not even try to defend yourself as Radomir gives you an annoyed kick with his steel toed boot. You hear him yell loudly, enough to make your throbbing head rattle painfully. Loud bootfalls make their way down the stairs, the men still in their balaclavas, you think, and still in their thick jackets and pants. Okay, now is when you die, you think hazily. The men’s figures are smeared by your blurring vision, darkness overtaking your sight in bouts that leave you uncertain of the passage of time as they crowd around you. 

***

Your mind was blank, struggling to remember what was happening around you. In your current state, it was easy for the men to do what ever they wanted… Radomir remained on the mattress with you, grabbing at your jacket and ripping it over your head. He curses at you, curses you for being such a “worthless pig bitch”, literally and metaphorically. There was only one use for you now, and you would perform it whether you liked it or not, whether you wanted to or not. 

Your body wasn't his preferred type, being a ‘fat American pig’, but you had a warm hole and that’s all Radomir cared about. Some of his buddies liked fat girls, so you were in for a treat when they got their hands on you... He threw your jacket at the other men, then worked on tearing your shirt off your body. Your bra was rather plain, but your tits were big enough to be more than a handful, something that he liked quite a lot. Radomir pulled your bra up to your collarbone, allowing your breasts to flop out unceremoniously. Some of the men chuckled. A few palmed at their dicks over their pants in preparation for what was to come. You only shifted in your unconscious state, shivering from the cold and pulling away from the rough groping that your chest was receiving. One of your nipples was rubbed between a calloused thumb and forefinger, pinched and pulled roughly before it was released and your breast slightly jiggled in place. 

“This American pig is going to pay her ransom with her body!”

Radomir unzipped his pants, his cock already half hard from beating you up and fondling your half unconscious body. He grabbed your hair and pulled your face towards it, angling his dick toward your slightly agape mouth. His comrades hoot and holler, encouraging him to rape your mouth and to continue undressing you. He opened your mouth further, complying due to the uncomfortable pain you felt pinching your lower jaw. Radomir stuffed himself past your dry lips and onto your limp tongue, rubbing his shaft back and forth against it. You shift again, trying to pull away, but Radomir has you by the hair and is forcing you to take his thick cock, inch by inch, until your jaw is strained and you are choking on it in your half conscious state. 

“Take it, bitch! Take it!” Radomir swears as you in Russian. His comrades laugh and encourage him to face fuck you, even though you were limp and mostly non receptive. Your tongue wiggled slightly in your mouth, dragging against the underneath of his cock as he plunged it in and out of your mouth. 

He jerks himself off into your mouth as he forces your head to bob up and down. You numbly mimic the movements in the moments you are more conscious than not, confused and not at all grasping what was happening to you. You seek relief from the moments there is pressure inside of your throat, and flex involuntarily when the head of Radomir’s cock is pressing against your gag reflex. You nearly vomit a few times, but manage to swallow your bile before it comes spewing out of your nose or onto the masked man’s cock. If you were more aware, you would have been afraid to know what he would have done if you had vomited on him, but merely survival was on your mind, even if you didn’t have the awareness to fully realize those thoughts. 

One of the other men moved to remove your pants and panties, pulling them off together and casting them aside. He pulled your legs apart and spread your pussy lips open with his thumbs, pointing out how you were already becoming wet, from the beating you received and from being orally raped. He leaned down and spat on your slit, watching his saliva run down towards your entrance before he took your clit into his mouth and began to suck on it harshly. 

You moaned around Radomir’s cock, rolling  your hips towards the mouth that sucked on your clit. It felt good… The other masked man knew what he was doing, and made your body react honestly. If you were more conscious, you would have been horrified and disgusted, maybe you would even try to fight back a little, but in your current state you just enjoyed the feeling of your pussy being eaten out, a hot, wet tongue circling around your clit and diving down towards your entrance then snapping back to your sensitive nub… already you felt pressure building in your bladder, another muffled moan leaving your mouth as fingers plunged into your fluttering hole. You gagged on the cock in your mouth, brows furrowing at the salty taste of precum and unwashed dick. Radomir released a breathy grunt as he fucked your mouth harder and faster, cradling the back of your head as he face fucked you. You gurgled around his length, struggling to breathe as you felt some awareness come back to you. 

You wish it didn’t… 

Your eyes snapped open as you realized what was happening. A camera flash blinded you as you felt Radomir’s balls press against your chin, and a finger slip inside of your wet pussy as another man messily made out with it. You tried to snap your legs as a scream of horror bubbled up to the back of your throat, but it was swiftly cut off as you choked on Radomir once again. The thought to bite down briefly floated around in your mind, but the beating was still fresh on your face, and you were afraid Radomir, or one of the other men, would actually kill you if you didn’t comply with their demands. 

So you did, even though fear and disgust threatened to cause you to faint once again. 

“That’s it, gutter whore! You’re going to be our cum dumpster for tonight!” You couldn’t understand what Radomir said, but you recognized it as a swear. The finger inside of you plunged deep inside of you, a second being added before you were adequately prepared for it. The digits were thick enough to make you squirm, your walls burning uncomfortably even as your clit was being circled around by a wet tongue. The fact it sort of felt good was revolting to you. You don’t like it, it’s just a bodily reaction, you told yourself over and over again as you screwed your eyes shut. 

You had to give Radomir head. When’s the last time you’ve done something like this? No, there’s no possible comparison that you can make to your current circumstance. You try to focus on anything but the pounding between your legs or the throbbing cock in your mouth. What else was there, though? There were so many eyes on you, judging you, getting off to you being violated in front of them. They would be violating you too, you remind yourself. There’s so many of them… How are you going to survive this? It was hard to consider, especially as your ear was twisted and Radomir yelled “suck harder” in your face. He angled his cock to rub against your inner cheek, causing an exaggerated bump to poke out of the corner of your mouth. He popped his cock out of your mouth and slapped it across your face a few times, your saliva and his precum covering your face before he plunged his member back down your throat. 

Saliva and tears ran down your face, it becoming redder and redder the closer you felt to cumming. You had to force every muscle in your body to tense, you had to remind yourself that you didn’t want it, that once you cum things will never be the same. You don’t want to cum from being gang raped! You might not have a choice though, as your G-spot was massaged and your mind became foggy from lack of oxygen as you deep throated Radomir and from a building orgasm. Radomir grabbed the side of your head and held you steady as he bottomed out inside of your mouth.  

“Drink it, pig American bitch!” Radomir grunted as he stilled in your throat, leaving a knot that refused to let you breathe. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you are fingerfucked hard and fast while Radomir cums down your throat. 

It’s thick and hot, and it ends up squirting out of your nose as you desperately try to swallow it before you drown. It runs down your lips as tears well in your eyes, an embarrassing wet sound coming from between your legs as your body becomes aroused against your will. Radomir practically growls as he finishes in your mouth, some landing on your tongue and against the bridge of your nose as he pulls out of your mouth and slaps his length against your face once again. 

“Yes! That’s it!” He grunts in Russian. He pulls you back, away from the man eating you out and fingering you, and flips you onto your stomach. 

“Face down, ass up, pig!” You tremble in place, almost hyperventilating as you obey his commands. He plunges a thick finger into your pussy, checking to see just how wet you were, before he slaps you on the ass and takes his place behind you.  

“D-Don’t… Please…” You whimper softly as you feel Radomir’s cock rub against your pussy. It’s hot and thick, thicker than anything you had ever taken before.  All around you, the men were now jerking off in anticipation for their turn. Was he really their boss? Did he get to go first while the others waited their turn…? You were terrified to know what would happen to you. In response to your words, Radomir slapped you again on the ass, laughing at you and speaking to his comrades in Russian before he suddenly pushed inside of you to the hilt. 

“O-OW! PLEASE-!” You began to beg for mercy, but was cut off as he grabbed you by the neck and began to fuck you, hard and fast. The little preparation you had did nothing to prepare you for the thickness of his cock. It was by far the biggest cock you ever had in your pussy, and he didn’t care that you were struggling to accommodate him. If anything, he got off to your tightness and cries as his balls slapped against your clit, your ass and tits bouncing and jiggling with the rhythm of his hips…

“Shit, tight pig pussy-!” He groaned as he slapped you on the ass again, grabbing your hips and pounding into you as he forced you to bury your face in the mattress, squeaking and screaming as your cervix was hit over and over again. Everything burned, though steadily you felt a hot feeling pooling in your lower abdomen the longer this went on. You were already sore, but could do nothing to alleviate the feeling building inside of you. Every time you tried to pull away, Radomir would pull you flush onto his cock, laughing at you and mocking you for “trying to run away” from his cock. Another picture was taken, though you could barely recognize it from the pain you were in. It wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it… 

So you just kept your head down, crying and screaming as you were violently raped from behind, being partially strangled with six other men watching you like how starving dogs look at a piece of meat. You felt fingers around your neck, pressing into your skin and making it hard to breathe. It grew tighter as Radomir’s hips began to stutter, and your pussy began clenching and your clit throbbed as you both became close at the same time. You choked on your cries, bladder filling suddenly as your G-Spot was hit over and over again. Your body trembled and your walls spammed, something inside of you snapped just before Radomir began to cum inside of you. 

“GUH-! N-NOOO-!” You screamed as you squirted all over his dick, your muscles pushing his cock out of you as your hips bucked mercilessly and pussy clenched at nothing. All the men hooted and hollered, shouting profanities as Radomir forced his cock back inside of you just as he started to groan. He fucked you through your climax, the head of his member slamming into your cervix over and over again. He kept you pinned in place by your neck, crooning in Russian while he raped you. There was a loud SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUELCH coming from between your legs, mortifying, but you couldn’t think at all thanks to how hard you were cumming. Your mouth was agape as you felt him cum inside of you, hot and sticky strands of cum painting your walls white. No-! No, no-! It’s not a safe time! It’s not a safe time for- f-for-! 

“Fuck yes! Pig bitch!” Radomir slaps you on the ass again and fucks his cum into you. You throw your head side to side, groaning and whimpering in pain and disgust as you feel it pool inside of you. You feel it hit your cervix, and remember that you haven’t taken any birth control in quite some time. What if you get pregnant from this…? As he pulls out, it drips out of you and onto the stained mattress below. Had they done this before…? Were you just one of many women they had tried to extort and gang raped…? You whimper as he slaps you on the ass, saying something in Russian to his comrades. 

They all rush towards you, before you even had a moment to recover from cumming, and are fighting over who gets to fuck you first. One man slips behind you during the ruckus, jamming his cock inside you and begins fucking you just as another grabs your hair and forced his musky-smelling member into your mouth. You don’t even have time to clench your jaw shut, taking it all the way down your throat much to your dismay. It was only now that you realized what was in store for you, as you were being roughly spit roasted from both sides. I’m going to be gang raped, you thought as your holes were violated at the same time. You try to push both men away slightly, just enough for you to breathe, but they grab your wrists and pull them in opposite directions so you are helpless as they continue to rape you. 

“GLUG-! GLURK! UGH-!” The urge to urinate takes over, and you squirt all other the man’s cock just as he begins to cum inside of you. Not letting any of his jizz go to waste, he forces himself back inside of you just as you push him out, milking himself inside your cunt and slapping his cock onto your clit before rubbing his length against it. His cum drips out of you, slimy and mixing in with your own climax. He pulls away and is instantly replaced with another cock, thinner this time but with more length, as it presses firmly against your cervix as your mouth is filled with cum. 

It’s salty, almost bitter. You retch, choking on it as your stomach revolts against your control. Just before it all is shot into your mouth, he pulls out, angling his dick so his cum lands on one of your brows and drips down towards your eye. You have to screw them shut to prevent any from getting into your eyes. You cough and gag, crying and moaning as your G-spot is hit repeatedly. You are laughed at as the masked man finishes jerking himself off on your face. 

“Taste good, pig?” The man wipes his cock off on your cheek and is replaced with another, smelling sour and tasting just as bad as Radomir’s. He fucks the inside of your cheek, beckoning another man over so he too would force himself inside of your mouth. Both your cheeks were full, and you were forced to bob your head up and down their lengths as the other man behind you forced you to fuck up and down his length. 

It was all too overwhelming for you! It didn’t even feel good, yet your body forced you to cum over and over again all over their cocks. You lost track of how many creampies you were forced to take. Eventually they all dripped out of you and onto the mattress below, staining your thighs as they were forced to rub together. Your stomach was full of cum, your face and hair covered in it when you were too busy cumming to keep your mouth around their cocks. Your nipples were pinched red-raw and ached from being pulled on. Someone kept slapping them, calling you a cow and asking if you needed to be milked. When you were being raped from behind for the fifth time, the men slapped you on the ass and forced you to moo like a cow and oink like a pig. You did so through tears and crossed eyes as you squirted from the rough treatment, your pussy forcing out cum as you convulsed with your ass up and face pressed on the mattress by a dirty boot heel. 

“Move over! I want to fuck this bitch’s ass!” One of the men said in Russian. You had no idea what he meant, too busy moaning and oinking and coming down from your high to realize that he was jamming his cock not into your sore pussy, but into your virgin asshole. 

“Guh…? Huh? N-No! N-Not there!” You stammer through a sore jaw. It hurt to breathe still, let alone speak, but you knew what was coming would hurt even worse than what has already happened to you… 

You try to clench your muscles but he is already partially inside you. The ring of your anus burns from the stretch of his cock. He is trying to fuck you hard and fast but your body physically will not allow it. It doesn’t stop him from trying though, and you are forced to take it, with the other men laughing at your screams of pain and humiliation as he anally rapes you. It’s only getting worse… It’s only getting fucking worse…! 

You can’t do this. You can’t! You want out of the situation. You try to disassociate but every time he moves it’s agony inside you. It burns like hellfire and you can’t escape it, though you certainly try. There’s no moving under the boot you are trapped under, so you can only stay in place and cry as you are savagely fucked from behind. You want to vomit when he cums inside of you, the feeling of sticky hot cum flooding your bowels making you feel ill and even more violated than you were before. He pulls out of you with a wet pop, and his cum is trapped inside of you due to your tightness. Another man grabs your hips and instead of slipping into your overused pussy, he thrusts into your ass, easier than the first but still you’re so tight that you nearly reject him outright. 

“N-NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Your screams of protest fall on deaf ears. If anything, it excites him to rape you even harder, his balls slapping against your pussy and hitting your clit in just the right way to force you to cum, in spite of the pain that you are in. 

“What a fucking slut!” 

“She must really like it in the ass!” 

“Why weren’t we doing this from the beginning?!” 

“I want another turn with her already!” 

They all take turns fucking you in the ass, until you are soft and loose enough to take even the largest among them with ease. Only Radomir caused you to scream in agony yet again, his cock so thick that you struggled to accommodate it in the slightest. He had you folded in a mating press, your knees framing your face as he pounded into your ass. You screamed so loud and for so long that you lost your voice, your toes curling so hard that your feet cramped painfully. You couldn’t stop squirting, even as he bottomed out inside of you and cummed with a vicious snarl. 

But it wasn’t over yet. 

You got completely lost in the sensation of overstimulation. You were tossed around like a rag doll, a toy for the men to play with until they ultimately grew bored of you. But it seemed like they hadn’t had a woman in ages, and their balls were full and ready to burst with all the cum inside of them. And you were the perfect little hole for them to dump it all into. 

“Come here, piggy!” One man laid down on the mattress and wiggled his cock at you, inviting you to sit on it. Between sobs and moans, you oblige, but just barely. 

You have no choice here, right? You manage to pull yourself onto his lap, body trembling from multiple orgasms still wracking your frame as you hovered over his cock. He slapped you on the ass, and you groaned as you slid down his cock. Slowly, feeling every inch of him filling you up, his length pressing and rubbing against your walls until the head of his member is pressed firmly against your cervix, your full weight bearing down on him. 

“Fuck, she’s heavy! A real fat ass…” He says in Russian, grabbing your stomach and love handles as an emphasis to his point. You shake, hating how he handled you, how they all handled you. You begin to move your hips, weakly, as you're exhausted and barely able to feel your legs, but he forces you to sit up on your haunches, as though you were crouched over him. 

“Fuck this dick properly, bitch!” He yells in English. Your ass is smacked, and you squeal in pain and humiliation as you force yourself to bounce on his cock, in a position that feels extra embarrassing to you for some reason. 

It’s hard on your legs and back, and it’s hard to focus when your pussy is buzzing incessantly from all the stimulation! You were forced to sit upright, head tilted back slightly so your sweat and cum drenched hair could fall from your face. They wanted to see you fuck him, red faced and streaked with tears and with saliva dripping down from your chin. Your legs shook with effort, your back screamed for release, your every begged for a break, but you wouldn’t get one. 

Someone brushed a few strands of hair from your face and smoothed down your hair, a gentle gesture, considering he had so violently raped you minutes ago. Or was it hours…? He picked up your wrists and posed you, making your index and middle finger stretch out while your other digits clenched into a fist. You didn’t understand what he was doing at first, but soon realized with the snap of a camera and a finger hooked into your cheek, forcing a distorted half smile on your face that you were being photographed. 

“That’s it! Smile for the camera!” 

You would have cried, if you had the energy to even care what was happening to you anymore. There was a hollow vacancy in your eyes that would have haunted the average person, but not your attackers. Instead they were the ones that got off on hurting others, in making them bend and break to their wills, in taking all that they could from their victims until nothing but a shell remained. You thought they had already taken everything from you, that you had nothing left to give, but yet again they proved that their depravity knew little boundaries, and that they were hell bent on traumatizing you to the fullest extent of their power. 

“Move over! I want to fuck her now!”

Confused, your eyes widen as you are pushed forwards, so you are resting against the chest of the man underneath you. Behind you, another man was mounting you, pinning you in place and grabbing the fat of your hip as he lined his cock up with your asshole. You wanted to protest, you wanted to scream for him to stop, but nothing other than a raspy squeak left your mouth as he pushed into you without a word, your face contorting into tortured pleasure as both your holes were filled at the same time. 

“GUH-!~ H-HUH-!~ UHNN-!~” Noises left your throat that you had never heard before. You haven’t ever been so full before, felt so much pleasure that it felt like pain. Or was it pain that felt like pleasure now? It all blended together into an amalgamation that was wholly unknown to you, until now. 

It felt like you were about to be ripped apart from the inside. Your holes were stretched to their limits. Inside, you could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall that separated your pussy from your ass. It couldn’t break, could it…? The back of your head was grabbed, and you were forced to pick it up, a meaty cock swinging in your face and still coated in your pussy juices. You already knew what to do, frenzied by the friction in your pussy and ass, and set your mouth onto his girthy dock with your tongue hanging out and ropes of drool dripping down towards your bouncing tits. 

You cleaned his cock as you were raped in both holes, slobbering all over it and taking it deep into your mouth. You felt compelled to look up at him, his features totally obscured by the balaclava he wore, save for his beady eyes that leered down at you as you deep throated his member. You made disgusting noises, moans of surrender and loud, gagging slurps as you willingly gave him head. He took hold of your throat and forced himself deeper inside of your mouth, plunging so far down your gullet that you were unable to breathe. Snot and saliva spewed out of your nose as you tried to take a breath, your eyes bulging as he seemingly tried to grab himself through the thin muscle of your outer throat. He pinched your jugular through his fingers, making your vision go black as your pussy spasmed and squirted all over the cocks inside of you. He ultimately released the pressure on your throat, pulling himself out of your mouth and stroking himself vigorously until he grunted and groaned loudly. Hot ribbons of cum shot out onto your face, coating it from your hairline all the way down to your chin in messy lines. You let your mouth open, catching some of his cum onto your tongue as you were creampied in the cunt yet again, more cum flooding your ass soon after as the man behind you thrusted sharply into you over and over again with a breathy grunt of satisfaction. 

“Fuck, such a tight little ass… Though not anymore, when we’re through with it!” 

Something inside of you was breaking every time they cummed inside of your ass. It was beginning to feel like nothing, maybe even a little good, like your pussy. Throbbing and buzzing, blood pounding into your nethers as you are never given a moment to come down from the high of climax… 

You didn’t know what was worse: having both your holes fucked at once or having one hole double stuffed with cocks. You didn’t think it would be possible to fit two inside your pussy at once, let alone your ass! You couldn’t scream, even though you desperately tried to do so. It’s too much! Too much! You were stretching to the point it began to hurt in a different way, like you were a virgin again and your underused muscles were stretched beyond their limits. The feeling of two thick, hot cocks in your already overstimulated cunt was too much for you to bear. You can’t remember when two other men began to push into your ass, but it briefly broke you out of your stupor. 

“C-Caaan’t- N-Noooo moooore…” You whined as a second cock was pushed into your already full ass. Your teeth chattered and your breath seized in your chest. It won’t fit…! The head pops into your ass. IT WON’T FUCKING FIT! 

You kick your feet and squeal as your body is forced to accommodate yet another dick. Your mouth is agape in a silent scream as your body rocks with mismatched thrusts. The men grunt and groan as they rape you, one grabbing a fistful of your hair while the other grabs a handful of your ass and spreads your cheeks open so you really feel the burn of your ass being split apart. 

“G-Gonna die… P-Please-“ You stuttered through yet another climax. The mattress was soaking wet with your fluids and stuck to your body. Would they really kill you in the end? You wondered if you could die from being fucked for so long. Your pleas were silenced by another dick being shoved into your mouth. You were too exhausted to even move anymore, but the men didn’t seem to mind at this point. Seeing you so utterly broken certainly turned them on, and it renewed their desire for your body. 

Click! 

Nothing will ever be the same again… How can your body ever go back to normal after such brutality? How can you ever go back to being ‘normal’ after such a thing? You will never be able to trust again, never be able to walk down the street ever again, never see a van ever again or even another man ever again without remembering this very moment. You may survive this, but you will not be the same woman you were only a few days ago…

***

You laid there, covered in cum and sweat, twitching and convulsing from overstimulation. All of your holes leaked cum, making you feel dirty and slick to the touch. The seven men were still crowded around you, cocks still out and aimed towards you. You didn’t realize what was happening at first, until you felt your hair become wet with warm water and the stink of piss filled the air. They all were pissing on you, a final insult to the gang rape they subjected you to. You couldn’t do anything other than cry, curling in on yourself as you prayed for it to be over. 

“That’s what a pig deserves. To be covered in filth!” Radomir laughed at you, zipping himself back up and walking away from you. One after another, they finished pissing all over you, covering your entire body in their bodily fluids before they zipped up and walked back upstairs, leaving you shivering and covered in filth in the cold basement where your clothing was thrown all over the place and you had no way of leaving even if you wanted to. 

There was no cleaning yourself up. All you could do was try to squat down and finger their cum out of your pussy and ass. What if you get pregnant from this…? Tears fell from your swollen eyes, your body trembling from stress and pain. There’s so much inside of you… Your cervix was sore from the pummeling it received, and considering you are sure you were due to ovulate soon, if you weren’t already… 

No, you can’t think about it. Not now, not when you’re just trying to survive. 

You put your clothes back on and lay back down on the cum and piss soaked mattress. You lose track of time, crying and drifting in and out of unconsciousness. What else could you do? You were still trapped in this godforsaken basement, with no way out that wasn’t through seven men that proved they weren’t afraid to hurt you in terrible ways… 

You aren’t sure how much time had passed initially. Your body and clothing had dried out and you’re sure bruises had strung up all over your face and body as a whole. You spent the entire time sleeping, until Radomir came stomping down stairs with an expectant look on his face. 

“Spread it, pig bitch.” 

You had to expect it, but a part of you didn’t at all. He pulled your pants and panties off and spread your legs open as he unzipped his pants. You stared at the ceiling as he raped you again, your body bouncing and jiggling hard as he fucked you. All you felt was a pervasive soreness inside of you, alongside a worthlessness as he pulled your shirt and bra up so he could squeeze your chest. He finished inside of you again, though not before you had cummed yourself. It dirtied the mattress further and got all over his pants, to which he slapped you before spitting in your face and leaving you alone again. 

They took turns fucking you throughout the days and nights to follow. Sometimes alone, sometimes as a group. They weren’t as rough with you as the first time they raped you, but if you ever grew bold and tried to resist, they reminded you with a swift slap where you belonged, and that you had no choice in what was happening to you. The ones with better English mocked your circumstances, pinching and squeezing your fat stomach and telling you that you already looked pregnant with their child, that if you tried to abort it they would beat you within an inch of your life and impregnate you once again. They wouldn’t let you clean their cum out of your pussy anymore, forcing you to remain dirty, to maximize the chances you would actually become pregnant. You stopped caring at some point, just laying there blank faced as they toyed with you, fingering and fucking you until you couldn’t cum anymore, until you passed out and they still wouldn’t stop until they were satisfied. But then one day… 

It just stopped. 

You heard Radomir descend the steps once again, fully expecting to be raped again, but this time he had a blindfold in one hand and handcuffs in the other. 

“Be good, pig bitch. Or else.” You didn’t try to test your luck. You let him blindfold and cuff you, trembling as he carried you upstairs and threw you into the back of a familiar van. Is this it? Did they become bored of you and are going to kill you now? 

You could only hear your pounding heart, and couldn’t remember if this was the same way you came out here, or if they were taking you somewhere else. You heard a lot of other cars, honking like you were in a populated area. You didn’t know what to expect, so when your blindfold was suddenly removed and a familiar suitcase thrusted into your hand, you were more than a little confused. It’s… yours? You recognized it! But then… why? Radomir grabbed your shoulder and forced you to face the van doors. 

“We have ID. Don’t think we won’t find you if you report.” His tone was even but chilly, especially as he gripped your shoulders and squeezed down on them hard. You only nod, tears welling in your bruised eyes as two other men move to open the doors. 

“Go home. And if ever bored, come back to Russia. We treat you right.” Radomir laughed, along with his comrades, as he pushed you out the door. Something was shoved into your hand as you nearly went tumbling out of the van, which screeched off the moment you hit the ground. It’s… a ticket? 

You were at the airport, literally the last thing you expected.  They just… They had their way with you, and then they are letting you go? Just like that? You almost couldn’t believe it, even as you stepped inside, even as you went through security and had your bags checked. You didn’t have an opportunity to go through your luggage, and expected things to be stolen, but for the most part everything you came to Russia with, you were leaving with as well, save for your money and electronics. Fine. If that’s what takes you to get home, you are fine with parting with it. However, what you weren’t fine with was the photographs that the airport worker found in your carry-on luggage, sitting right on top of some clothing and miscellaneous junk you had bought as souvenirs before you were abducted. 

At first, you had no idea what they were, seeing as you didn’t take many pictures and had none developed. Once you recognized the compromising positions you were in, with cocks in your mouth, pussy and ass, it was completely mortifying for you. They really did take pictures of you… Your face was black and blue and swollen, and your body was covered in cum and other bodily fluids. The agent looked down at the first, and flipped through several of them, each more compromising than the last, before he looked up at you. 

“Had a good time, huh?” He smirked as he shoved them back inside your back. Your pussy ached from looking at those pictures, and from the fact another human being saw them and dared to say such a thing to you. You snatched your bag away and hurried off, head down and tears in your eyes as you went to wait for your plane ride home. 

You went to the bathroom, and saw just how bruised your face still was. How can anyone look at you and think you weren’t beaten from an inch of your life? It explained all the sideways looks you received, all the eyes darting away from you, as though you were something shameful to look at. 

That’s all you are and ever will be. 

You sank down into your seat when you returned, your mind drifting back to the photos in your carry on bag. You wanted to throw them away, but you were afraid someone would find them, that the masked men and Radomir would find them. Your fingers itched to unzip the bag. You wanted to throw it all away, all reminders of this goddamn trip. Yet…

What are you doing? You can see the photos peeking out at you from under the partially unzipped flap. You looked around. There was nobody nearby. You were alone, near a wall. Your heart throbs and squeezes in your chest as you see yourself, covered in bodily fluids and curled up on the mattress in the basement. Monsters… You feel humiliation and numbness wash over you as you pick at another picture, pulling it over the first. It was you, forced to smile and giving a ‘peace’ sign with your fingers as you fuck one of the men. You barely remember that moment. You barely remember any of the instances that were photographed… Slumping in your seat, you fail to fight back the tears that burned in your eyes. 

What did you do to deserve this? Why didn’t anyone try to save you? Your parents, your family… they left you to the mercy of those men. Why? And why do you have a sickening heat pooling in your stomach the more you look at those photographs? Something must have broken inside of you. You’re beyond fucked up and you’re sure there’s no going back.