Patreon Story - The Best Worst Valentine
A twisted little tale of kidnapping, rape, torture, masochism, self destruction, and valentines day.
Tags: heterosexual, rape, impregnation, vaginal trauma, blood, extreme torture, gore, watersports, humiliation, depravity, religion, kissing, holding hands, love, happy ending, death.
Excerpt:
...I let a yelp of surprise escaped, and begged with a hesitant breath, "I don't suppose you'd just let me go?"
"Let you go? But I bought you fair and square," He answered with a wide grin.
"Bought?" I inquired, baffled.
He nodded once and thrust his thick middle finger into my yet dry passage, my muscles squeezed down on the digit. "Bought and paid for; fifteen up front. Was to be twenty grand, but I promised to make you suffer before the end."
Anxiety rose to the peak as he spoke, heart a rib pounding thud with a rush and ring in of blood in my ears. He continued to play with my pubic region, no attempt at pleasuring, only idle amusement. "Before the end," I echoed, no desire to comprehend those words but they sank in none the less. He did not expect me to survive what he had in store.
"Yes, before the end. But I know you are hungry, that drug knocked you out for thirty hours you see. Allow me the pleasure of feeding you." He plucked a fist full of eggs up, scrambled, in his bare hand. Bits of food rained down on my breast before he reached my lips. I twisted my face away, revolted, and he simply smeared it across my chin and cheek. "I have an IV prepared, to keep you alive should you refuse to eat. I've never run one before, but we have plenty of time to practice..." Reluctantly obedient, I parted my lips and let him feed me.
In no time, and with ravenous gusto, I devoured everything upon the plate. Each morsel, he fed to me by hand. I'd never felt so humiliated, nor so terrified. "Thirty hours...?" I asked.
"Thirty hours," he echoed with a nod, "Happy Valentines Day." I felt suddenly very sick.
"It was Mark, wasn't it, he..."
He cut me off, "No names, I don't want to know. All I know is that I was paid in cash, and someone else set it all up. Now you are mine."
Mark, of course it was Mark, we'd broken up last year, valentines day. We'd shared such... intimate knowledge with one another, but the distance had been too much. He had gotten so abusive and so mean by the end. He'd sent me a bouquet of roses, just like that one on the pillow, and I'd dumped him over text because I'd wanted something more, I'd wanted him there.
"What about your name?" I asked, "can I know that?"
Instead of replying, he climbed over my naked body and knelt between my parted legs. I squirmed and tugged against the straps that held me, but they had no give at all. I couldn't even lift my knees, though they were bowed out around his. Helpless, I watched him undo his belt, unzip, and let his pants fall.
Instantly his penis swung free, commando as he was. I'd never seen anything like it before, thick as a soda can and twice as long. I whimpered aloud at the sight of it, and struggled all that much harder. "Impressive, isn't it?" he asked with a low chuckle. "I've torn every cunt I've ever touched, even my own Ma when I was born." I could believe it, not that I could imagine any woman ever letting it anywhere near her.
He gripped that mutant prick in one fist and scooted forward to press it against my hole. I didn't beg I didn't plead, I didn't look away. I tensed, bit my lip, and waited for the inevitable. To my utter dismay, I felt a trickle of moisture ooze from between my labia to run down the crease of my ass. The sight of that thing, the fear I felt, the horror at my helpless predicament, and I was getting WET?...