In my confusion, my eyes finally landed on him. His face looked as if it were carved from stone; clean lines and striking angles. His unyielding presence terrified me and there was an alarmingly calm intensity in his eyes that told me I was not begging my way out of this. Then I saw amusement flash across his eyes.
Once I digested my surroundings and the man standing before me, a certainty crept over me. Whatever was about to happen here, I wasn’t walking away unchanged… if I walked away at all.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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This is my first time posting one of my eroticas for others to read. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it
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Title: Dark Web Rape
Author: Roxy Banks
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Opening Scene
I opened my eyes, but I found only darkness. My head swam with grogginess and an ache pulsed through it like I’ve never felt before. Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was locking up my pottery store to go home for the night… and then nothing. I tried to move, but something held my neck in place. Not a rope. Something cold and hard. I was awkwardly bent over at the waist. Cool air brushed against my body sending shivers through my spine. Naked. I tried to adjust my arms, but the same material around my neck now also dug into my wrists. I struggled against the restraint, only causing the searing ache to shoot up my arms. I noticed that when I pulled down on my wrists, I could feel the downward pressure on my neck. And then the realization. A pillory?! My stomach dropped as I began to fight even harder against the restraints.
And that’s when I heard footsteps.
“Who’s there?” I cried out.
“Please, let me out!” I pleaded.
A menacing chuckle was his only response. Then the blindfold was ripped off from my face and I was now blinded by lights.
“There’s that pretty face.” Came a deep voice from a dark silhouette.
I blinked to adjust my vision. Once I could finally see, I quickly glanced around. There were various restraints scattered around the room. Some hanging from the ceiling. Some attached to the walls. Leather cuffs telling me that my freedom was forfeited in this place.
“Take it all in….” I barely heard his command as I focused on the tables with different kinds of devices on them. I recognized some. I’ve dabbled in BDSM. But the others looked like they came from the medieval times, used more for pain than pleasure. It seemed I was a prisoner in someone’s red room of pain. But something didn’t fit. Amongst the torture devices were various high end cameras on mechanical arms. Why?
In my confusion, my eyes finally landed on him. His face looked as if it were carved from stone; clean lines and striking angles. His unyielding presence terrified me and there was an alarmingly calm intensity in his eyes that told me I was not begging my way out of this. Then I saw amusement flash across his eyes.
Once I digested my surroundings and the man standing before me, a certainty crept over me. Whatever was about to happen here, I wasn’t walking away unchanged… if I walked away at all.
The man walked off and disappeared from the edge of my vision and promptly reappeared. I searched for any hint of humanity in his dark stare. He smirked as if to answer my question and then he shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but before I could, he was already tightening the strap around my head.
He stepped in front of one of the cameras and looked back at me. Not with disdain, but with a hunger. All of a sudden, a projector lit up at the far side of the room, covering the whole wall. It was a live feed of the camera he was standing at.
“Good evening everyone.”
His voice was calm, steady. A stark contrast to the fear running through me.
“I apologize for the delay. It took a little longer for tonight’s star to regain consciousness. She is now settled in nicely and is ready for the main event. I’m sure you all will agree that SHE is the main event.”
He stepped aside to let the camera pan to me. I tried turning my head away, but I was helpless in the shackles. And much to my dismay, I had a full view of just how helpless I looked. He continued back in front of the camera.
“As always, participation is welcome. Requests may be submitted through the site and will be reviewed as they come in. Some will be accepted. Some will be ignored.”
I could feel my pulse echoing in my ears. My breaths becoming labored.
“Contrary to popular belief, chaos is boring. Anyone can destroy something. It takes patience to maintain it.”
“The rules are simple. I decide what happens here. The pace. The limits. If a request doesn’t interest me, it won’t happen. If it threatens tonight’s agenda, it won’t happen.”
He paused and turned to walk back to me as the camera followed and drew it’s focus to my predicament. He took my chin in his hand and forced my gaze to his. A tear ran down my cheek and he caught it with his thumb smearing it across my face.
“But don’t worry; there will be plenty of opportunities to be creative,” he said with a gleam in his eyes and a cruel smile on his lips.
“Enjoy the show.” Something about the way he said it sent a chill through me. It sounded less like a prompt for the audience and more like a command aimed at me.
Main Event
He abruptly dropped my face and I couldn’t contain my tears as they began falling. I was so lost in my panic that the sudden pain across my ass savagely seared through me, causing me to let out a loud muffled scream.
“That’s what we want to hear.”
I caught a glimpse of us on the screen. He had a leather whip and he was drawing it back again. I braced as the next hit landed its mark. Another scream mixed with uncontrolled sobbing.
“Conserve your energy, we have only just begun.” I felt his hand caress my throbbing ass, like putting pressure on a wound. A chime sounded.
“We have our first request. ThePatronXIII requested I adorn you with nipple clamps.” I saw the request overlaid on the live stream. I also noticed that a payment of $2000 was submitted and in the bottom right the balance increased from $0 to $2000. He appeared back in front of me with the clamps and knelt down, now face to face with me. I could see his enjoyment even more clearly as he took one of my breasts into his hands and began tugging at the nipple. The sensation stirred a feeling deep in my pelvis. No. Not that. If it was pleasure stirring, it was quickly replaced by intense pain as he clamped it. He made quick work of the other nipple, making it hard and then doubling my pain.
“That’s a beautiful sight.”
I don’t know how, but one of the cameras moved as if on cue from his words, and zoomed in on my tits. They were projected in HD behind him, a viewing pleasure for his audience. He has made me into an internet prostitute.
He stood and pulled out what looked to be small metal balls from his pockets.
“And to throw in an extra treat…” He began hooking them to the chain between the clamps. Weights to tighten them even further. I whimpered as I tried to adjust my tolerance with each one added. One. Two. Three... I looked at him with anger and resolve.
“There’s the spirit. Now I am going to break it.”
He stood and unzipped his jeans releasing a cock as hard as him. I tried to not show any fear. I didn’t want to give him what he wanted from me. He pulled the gag out of my mouth and before I could catch my breath, he shoved all of himself down my throat. My body tried gagging to expel my invader, but he held his cock there cutting off my air supply.
“Every one of your holes is going to be fucked hard. I want to hurt you. But it’ll hurt less if you relax.” Even though I hated the thought of not fighting it, I tried relaxing my jaw a little to find some relief. I heard a whir of the camera to the side of us and realized that whatever was being done to me would be fully on display.
He continued his unrelenting assault on my throat. Making sure every inch did as much damage as it could. I tried to bring my focus to the breaths I was able to catch in between thrusts. I’m not sure how long he continued, but once he finally withdrew, he rubbed himself against all the saliva running from my mouth and smeared it across the rest of my face.
“Such a lovely little mouth.”
Another chime.
“User_514X wants to see your other fuck holes. He also wants to see something hard shoved in your ass.”
He walked off and I saw the balance increase to $10,000. My breath tightened for whatever was about to happen. I felt him behind me before a camera brought what he was doing into my view. The sensation of seeing and feeling him was mind bending. I wanted to close my eyes, but the sight compelled them to remain open.
He began rubbing my lips. The camera zoomed in closer. He tugged on them with each hand, pulling them apart so the viewers… and me… could see inside. Feeling it. Seeing it. The dissociation hit me hard.
“She’s getting nice and wet for us.” Shame. My body was betraying me. My gaze dropped as he continued.
I felt him insert something rough. A finger. He began fucking me with it and I couldn’t resist a small moan escaping my mouth.
“I think she likes it. Let’s give her two.” I felt him stretch me out more to make room for another. “I think she can take another.” The pain of him widening my pussy hit me when he shoved the next one in.
“Take it slut.” He shoved those three fingers as far as he could in me. The agony was deep. But there was also… this primal feeling. I looked up. The view of his degradation broke me. Not because I couldn’t take it, but because I wanted more. The moans told him exactly what I was feeling and he quickened his pace. A camera zoned in on my face and another on the relentless fingering, the views expertly switching back and forth. I watched myself as that small wave inside got bigger and bigger, and finally crashed within me. Damn my body. And him.
I was in the middle of catching my breath, when I felt something cold on my ass. I looked up and before I could tell what was happening, I felt it pushed inside. My ass was tight compared to the size and I felt the weight of it within me as he pushed it further in. ”And this is for User_514X.”
I finally made it out to be a hook. He took my hair in his hand, yanking my head back. My neck ached against the metal I was still in. I could see him tying a rope around my hair and the other end to the hook, tightening it. When I tried to adjust my head forward, the hook sank deeper in me.
“Please stop.” I cried.
“No.”
Another strike to my ass. This time with something large and flat. I threw my head forward, pulling the hook in even further. I swiftly readjusted. A strike to the other cheek. This time, I tried to keep my head steady; the ache echoing through me.
“Count.” Another strike to the first.
“Three.” I cried out.
And another. “Four.”
“Five!” This one was harder.
“Sss..six.”I said through tears.
“Seven.”
“Eight. Nine. Ten.”
“Good girl.”
My ass on fire.
Without losing a beat, he rammed his cock in my pussy. I could feel his girth slide under the giant ball still in my ass. He inserted every inch until I could feel his pelvis against my sore and broken skin. And then he pushed even further. He withdrew completely. And then rammed right back to the same spot. Over and over. With each thrust, the hook was buried itself deeper in me. Not again. The orgasm this time started deeper, and each thrust brought it closer to the surface, but just before it peaked, he stopped. And I felt… disappointed... in the emptiness... and in me.
“I couldn’t have picked a better slut for tonight’s show. She’s loving it.”
My face flushed with heat because there was truth in his words. The pain and being fucked like this… it was another level, one that I was defenseless against.
I was brought back to the moment when a chime went off and I heard him say “We are not going to do that NullObserver77.” I glanced at the screen to see what was requested, but it was already gone; the balance unchanged. I couldn’t imagine what it had to be for him to deny it. Was I grateful that at least he had some sort of moral compass that kept me from the worst of the worst?
“I can do that Dead_Signal.”
Again, I looked at the screen too late, but I saw the balance. $25,000. My eyes widened. He came over and unlocked the restraints I had been in this whole time. My body screamed from being bent over for so long, every muscle protesting the abuse it had endured. But this was his ultimate goal. Not fear. My pain was his pleasure.
He forced my body upright and my head was pulled up from the rope still attached to the hook. He spun me around and adjusted it ever so slightly so that I could look forward, but made sure some tension was still present.
“I think we will keep the nipple jewelry on for now.” He said as he tugged on the chain, until he elicited a scream from me. He turned to another table and grabbed a leather choker and fastened it around my neck followed by clipping a short metal leash to it.
“On your knees.”
I stared at him with hatred and disdain. "No."
“On your knees, now.”
I didn’t move. Before I could react, my face was forcefully met with his rough palm.
“If you didn’t know that disobedience would be met with consequences. Now you do. That one was mild. On. Your. Knees.”
My lips quivered with anger as I reluctantly did as I was told.
“Now crawl like the bitch you are.”
Humiliation. That’s what I felt as I crawled on all fours. The hook shifting deep in my ass with every shuffle. The weights swinging, clinging to my nipples for dear life. And the sound of our audience following close behind.
“Go straight. Turn left here. Keep going. Stop.” He yanked on the leash pulling me up to my feet. He took the leash off and picked me up like a ragdoll and placed me on some type of bench and stirrup combo seat, forcing me into a squat like position, only my upper back and head supported. He adjusted the seat from upright, angling me lower down. At the same time, a smaller projection of me in a new set appeared on the ceiling in plain view. It dawned that me watching was a part of his master plan. And why wouldn’t it be? He knew exactly what he was doing.
He bound my wrists and ankles in cuffs that connected and I watched the view above us as he attached a chain with another alligator clamp to each restraint. In no gentle fashion, he grabbed a pussy lip and clamped it. Then again with the other lip. He pushed the stirrups and my legs further apart, each clamp pulling my lips wider, putting my hole on display.
“Our viewers are enjoying the whipping today.” He grabbed a flogger from a nearby table and he resumed issuing my purchased pain, efficiently swinging the leather tassels on my opened cunt, my clit bearing it all. I tried closing my legs a little to find some relief, but he immediately pushed them back open and doubled his swing force.
“Keep them open. Your fan paid good money to see your pussy whipped good.”
Tears started streaming down my face. My clit was sensitive and the flogger was exploiting its delicacy. I tried to let my mind drift, but each strike brought my attention right back to the pain. He continued. No sympathy for my tears or strangled wails. I think they motivated him more than the money to keep going. Locked in a cycle of my pain… his pleasure.
He finally stopped after he made sure my clit was raw. He knelt there, studying me like a craftsman admiring the alterations he made to an already beautiful piece. I felt a cold rush of air over my overheated pussy. His breath. It felt like a cool drink of water on a hot day.
The hook was yanked out as I felt him dig his face into me, his tongue quickly finding my now swollen and oversensitive clit. I cried out from the overwhelming sensation. He began sucking and applying pressure with his ravishing tongue. I was powerless to keep my body’s output from calibrating with his input. Without warning, I felt his fingers stab back inside me. Moving to the same beat as his tongue. How does he do that? How does he trick my body into wanting more? And that’s exactly what he gave me when he shoved another finger into my ass, and now all three sensations were working in unison.
He paused for a moment. “You have permission.”
I didn’t focus on this being done against my will. I didn’t focus on the view of us overhead. I didn’t focus on the thought of others watching. I brought all my attention to my body and what his abuse was convincing it to do.
“Right there. That’s it. Yes…. Yes… Yes.. Yes!” I exploded in ecstasy as he continued thrusting in tandem with every wave, feeding each one more energy. The orgasm continued past my experienced boundaries. This was new territory. And it was tantalizing and all too much at the same time.
In the middle of trying to find my bearings, I felt him stand and then I was filled with his cock again. And he fucked me through the final waves. I stared at the projection, a bird’s-eye view of his chiseled dick slamming into me. He unclamped my pussy so it fully surrounded his erection, and I felt every vein as he slid in and out of me. I was just as mesmerized as all the other viewers at the live stream of this man having his way with me. And I watched as he fucked me hard until I came again.
After that, the moments began to all blur together. The chimes, his commands, his expert execution, the punishments for disobedience, the pain, but also pleasure. His… and mine.
I focused on the requests flashing across the screen, using them as ticks of time. Each one carrying a price buying another piece of me.
_blackframe89 “Fuck her ass hard. Get a gaping shot.” $12000. Accepted and executed.
NullObserver77 “Will you use the cane on the bottom of her feet instead?” $10000. Accepted and executed.
I wonder where he wanted the cane used originally?
SPECTATOR404 “Punch her in the stomach until she vomits.” $4000. Denied.
Relief.
Dead_Signal “Choke her out over and over as you fuck her ass.” $20000. Accepted.
He did this while pounding my ass again. He made sure I was at the cusp of blacking out before releasing pressure. I lost consciousness for a split second, but he slapped me hard bringing me back to reality, before doing it again. And again. And again.
Frontrow.watcher99 “Use a wand on its highest setting and make her cum continually for us. She has such a fuckable “O” face.” $7000. Accepted.
The exhaustion was now creeping in with every forced orgasm. I just wanted to collapse. How was he still going? He hasn’t finished once yet. The thought that maybe this was his own personal orgasm flashed in my mind. It wasn’t the destination, but rather the journey that will always be more profitable for him.
WhiteKnight7 “Fuck her like you love her.” $12000. “Not my flavor, but I can do that.”
He undid all the cuffs and clamps, carried me in his arms to a floor mattress, and laid me there gently. The camera watched as he began massaging lotion into my aching body. It felt so lovely against the soreness. He gently rolled me over and stared into my eyes as he guided himself in. I don’t know why, but my brain portrayed him as a lover in this moment. He played the part well. His movements were like the ocean waves rolling on top of me, deep and deliberate. The edge of his head hitting that spot with every withdrawal. I hated myself for feeling like I needed this; needed more of lover him. It was a welcomed break from the unrelenting fucking.
“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered in my ear.
My body obeyed as I lost myself in his storm again.
A chime. He withdrew and then I heard him spit before I felt it land across my face.
“And that was from hollow_feed626 to remind you of the cunt you are.”
“_blackframe89 says it is time to milk your tits in the penalty buck.”
I was dragged to one of those medieval looking pieces of furniture and he bent me over it on all fours. He left me in this position, disappearing from mine and the audience’s sight. The camera took this time to pan all around me. I looked like meat preparing to be processed. He returned with an industrial looking machine, a couple of clear cylinders attached by lines. He pumped some oil into his hand and began rubbing it over my nipples. He switched the machine on and the motors hummed as he placed each cup on me, my nipples now being tugged and released. A moan. He turned up the power until he saw only distress on my face.
“Now moo, cow.”
The humiliation of obeying. I’m just a body. I let my mind go. The requests on the screen in front of me, just words, now.
silentMod33 “Brand her ass,” $50000. “Tempting, but denied.”
silentMod33 “Fine. How about a good prodding iron?” $30000.
Pain ensued.
Another request flashed. “Fist…” $25000.
More pain.
Chime. “Fist.. ass…”
Unbearable pain.
*oneviewr* asked something about tape and my mouth.
He left and when he came back my eyelids were forced open with tape. I was dragged over to the wall and he pinned my head there as he rammed his still rock hard cock in it. The tears running down my face mixed with the spit dripping from my mouth. Just breathe. The tape wasn’t just a restraint; it was a demand that I witness my own demise.
Then an unfamiliar buzzer.
“What the fuck?” He quickly stopped and let go of my hair. I fell to the ground.
I barely registered him promptly telling his patrons something as he scrambled around.
“Your.. secure…information. …quiet. … next time.”
I heard some typing and then a door slam. Then quiet. The sound of camera and projector hums disappeared. No more request chimes. The balance read $0. Just silence as I laid there, eyes wide open.
Closing Act
I heard the door forcefully open as three masked and armored officers rushed in clearing the room. I reached out from where I was laying.
“Ppp…lease. Hh…elp.” My voice barely audible.
“…. gone. Servers…. clean.” One said.
“What… her? … we… help?” Another voice.
“Not… scope. But…” All three of them went quiet for a few moments. Their mouths were moving, but I couldn’t hear them.
I saw them shuffling around the control center.
“Plleeeease help me.” I tried pleading harder. Why weren’t they doing anything?
“Are… sure… off?”
“Yes.”
“How… time… backup?”
“20…”
“Perfect. Masks… on”
They all turned towards me. Finally, I’m safe.
But instead of coming to my aid. They began to take off their gear. Their gazes peeping from their masks went from all tactical… to hunger. No. Not that look again. My panic found the little fight I had left in me. I quickly tried crawling away, but they were even quicker to surround me, pacing my pathetic attempt to get away. They cruelly laughed as I struggled against what they wanted to take from me.
As quick as their mission changed, one of them picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I bucked against his body to little effect. They wasted no time. I was back at the mattress and now instead of the gentle rape that happened on it, it was going to be used for their brutality. The one holding me placed me down, but not on the mattress. Another man was already there. I yelped as he slid in my ass. The one carrying me knelt down between my legs and shoved his cock into my pussy. Both officers invaded my body and my dignity in tandem. My body was still raw from the prior abuse and their further assault made the pain sear deep inside me.
The one in front of me grabbed my head and forced me to look at their dueling abuse. I didn’t have a choice. The tape was still fixed to my eyes. As if *oneviewr* knew I’d have more to look at.
“Those holes are stuffed, whore. But there’s still room in you for one more.”
As if it were a command to the third, he straddled himself in front of me and started his assault on my mouth and throat.
I’m just a body of holes.
I let my mind go again. They had their way with me. Pumping. Fucking. Slapping. Pulling. Spitting.
“Fill... up, boys. …. time… going.” I heard through my gagging.
They all three shot their loads deep in each of their holes. And then pushed me off them as I collapsed to the floor.
“… cleaned up.. and geared up. … get going… responders… here. … talk… cap. …. never here.”
Then they were gone.
Silence. Alone. Finally.
Fin.
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