The Infinite Rape

[Claire]

Teaser: A short story that never ends.
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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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Title: The Infinite Rape
Author: @Claire
My stories: Claire's Cesspool of Sin

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This story is a translation from my German story Die Unendliche Vergewaltigung. This was translated by myself and I took some creative liberties with the translation, more than you probably would translating someone else's work. Based on the translation I came up with, I had ChatGPT make suggestions for small changes, some of which I adopted but not all of them. But overall, this is not an AI translation but a translation created by me, the original author.
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The Infinite Rape


A familiar feeling. The feeling of a penis swelling inside of her before it releases its sperm. She was no longer able to tell whether this was the 32nd or 43rd time a man came inside of her that night.

After number 7 or 8, she had stopped counting. She had gotten good at recognizing when a man was about to come inside of her. The acceleration of his thrusts, the slight swelling of his penis the moment before the first surge of his sperm burst from his urethra, the grunts of insatiable desire collapsing into moans of deep satisfaction. All of this culminated in him ramming his penis as deep into her as he could, spurting the hot, viscous liquid with tremendous pressure into her vagina – just as most of the men had done that had raped her before.

She had been filled with sperm to her maximum capacity for a while now. Therefore, when he pulled out, an amount of liquid spilled out of her that was roughly equivalent to what he had just deposited inside her. Naturally, only a small amount of the sticky, milky and viscous semen leaking out of her - now sticking to her labia, her ass and her thighs - was actually his. Consequently, there was a minuscule chance that some of his sperm would fertilize any available egg.

She was surprised that her instinct to close her legs in the brief pause between two men was still intact. But she decided to ignore it. Her next rapist would pull them apart with pleasure regardless. A young man positioned himself between her legs. He seemed nervous and inserted his penis into her without hesitation. Compared to most of the men, his penis was long but slender. Her vagina was well lubricated. His erection slid back and forth three times in a frictionless motion, then he came accompanied by an unusually high pitched moan.

Laughter filled the gymnasium where she was laid out like a body on display. The mattress beneath her was filthy by now. The quick shot of the young man had been captured by a camera that projected the event onto a large screen. The crowd of over 200 men in the room erupted into laughter as they witnessed his blunder. She was only able to hear fragments of what an older man said to the young one as another man shoved his penis into her mouth.

"… ot that bad… soon… ext round… still young."

The penis in her mouth tasted of her own vagina and dried semen. A fresh drop of precum added a nutty aftertaste to the otherwise rancid flavor. Before this night, she had been proud of her oral skill. She could grant men exquisite orgasms with her tongue, enjoying the control she exerted with her mouth over her partners’ lust. But the penis inside her mouth cared little for her tongue and was shoved past it immediately deep into her throat. The first time she had vomited. But this was so long ago at this point that only dried up vomit stains on the mattress carried the memory of this ever happening.

The compassionate older man took over for the flustered quick shooter. He pressed his nose between her labia and took a deep breath of her sperm-filled vagina before he entered her. He penetrated her with the same ease as his predecessors. His penis appeared unremarkable to her. ‘Average’ defined it in every facet: length, girth, rigidity, curvature. The older man lasted longer, and when he finally came, he did so at the same time as the penis that poured its semen directly down her throat. The crowd that watched their coordinated finish on the screen responded with a round of applause. A group of men that appeared to have lost a bet took tequila shots to settle their wager.

An overeager, middle-aged obese man almost pushed away the older man. His hand was trembling with lust as he positioned his penis at her entrance. He penetrated her and laid his body on top of hers. His penis was short but fat, matching his swine-like build. His corpulent, sweaty and hairy belly rubbed over her toned abdomen with each thrust. With his head placed next to hers, he grunted directly into her ear with fervor. He pushed two fingers into her mouth to harass her tongue. He lasted longer than the young man, but he still came quickly. Most likely, she thought, he considered it a discourtesy to the others to occupy her for too long.

She couldn’t see the next man penetrating her vagina. Another penis, which had just smeared a drop of precum over her cheek, was shoved into her mouth and forced her to tilt her head back. The penis in her mouth was still fresh and clean; she could taste that immediately. The penis between her legs felt vaguely familiar. But perhaps all larger penises simply induced the same level of discomfort in her. Then she felt something unexpected, something new. Somebody had poured ice-cold water over her breasts. The sudden shock nearly made her bite down.

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[Vela Nanashi]

So I ended up being swept up by the action, so failed to do my blow by blow live commentary, I would have been able to enjoy it a whole lot more if it was consensual, as it does then have some things that I enjoy both reading and writing about. I can probably not give you an accurate number of men who came in her vagina but I will toss a guess out, see if I get close 10 or so, though the men are not really all that memorable or important in this story, it is more about her and the gauntlet/marathon she is experiencing. Also yeah at some point you have enough men that as long as the men have water and maybe food to drink and eat they can keep going forever, or until they don't want to anymore, and it kind of sounds like she has gotten rather numb to what is going on, and has surrendered fully, and that might make her boring to them soon I suppose. Also apparently, cocks are made to extract cum from vagina if there is any there already, and then deposit the load fully deep inside, and it is not ideal to keep thrusting as you cum if your goal is to impregnate your sexual partner. Good written story, to me it would have been a bit more intense in first person, you already kind of limited it to what she could see and feel, so I don't think much would have been lost by doing that switch. It feels like the translation was done correctly by you as well, as I did not see any obvious issues there.

[Lucius]

The woman has been broken, no fight left in her, and she's utterly passive. She just endures -- and there's something in stories like these that tends to click with me. It has clicked this time.

Eleven men, I suppose. The numbers 32 and 43 at the beginning might just be there for a reason. The eleven cocks may or may not have been inside her as the number is no longer important to her brain, only to her genital tissues being worn out.

Did I? Yes, the mental image of the 'corpulent, sweaty and hairy belly rubb[ing] over her toned abdomen with each thrust' did it. A quick translation question -- why not go for 'washboard-flat abs' or something like that when translating the German Waschbrett?

[Claire]

It feels like the translation was done correctly by you as well, as I did not see any obvious issues there.

That's good. I hoped that it wouldn't feel like an obvious translation but could stand on its own.

And thank you for giving this a read, I know this is not exactly your thing. Regarding the question of making this first person: I don't think that would work for this story. The victim is in a dissociative state and the language used to describe things is deliberately detached, clinical and unfeeling for the most part. Getting into first person would undermine that detachment I was going for. So while I enjoy first person too, I don't think it would be the right choice for this story.

Eleven men, I suppose. The numbers 32 and 43 at the beginning might just be there for a reason. The eleven cocks may or may not have been inside her as the number is no longer important to her brain, only to her genital tissues being worn out.

Nice catch. That's exactly the correct number. I myself was so disoriented writing this that I had to go through the text several times again and count to make sure that I would hit that number in the end. That was when I knew that the story worked as intended.

Did I? Yes, the mental image of the 'corpulent, sweaty and hairy belly rubb[ing] over her toned abdomen with each thrust' did it. A quick translation question -- why not go for 'washboard-flat abs' or something like that when translating the German Waschbrett?

That's a great question. Let's get into this. So the line in the original is:

Mit jedem Stoß rutschte sein verschwitzter, dicker und haariger Bauch über ihr durchtrainiertes Waschbrett.

I used "Waschbrett" here mostly to avoid the repetition of "Bauch" within the same sentence. I could have used the word "Abdomen" as I did in the English version, the word does exist in German, too. While abdomen might be a rarely used word in English, it is even more uncommon in German. A German reader would definitely have stumbled over that word choice. It would have felt forced to avoid a repetition here. But "Waschbrettbauch" (literally: washboard-belly") is a fairly common expression in German to describe someone with a flat stomach and defined abdominal muscles. I might be wrong here, but the expression feels much less common in English. Anyway, so I went with "Waschbrett" (washboard) as a short hand to describe the contrast between the man's and her belly, knowing that German readers would not trip over the word chosen here. But it is a compromise. The term is very colloquial, not as clinical and technical as most of the language used in the text. So when I translated the text, I decided to go with "toned abdomen" instead. It describes the same thing and it has that purely descriptive tone that I was going for.

[praetor3d]

1) What did I immediately feel after reading this
2) What I love about what I read
3) What would I change in the story to make it perfect (for me)
4) Did I get off on this and why

1) In the back of my mind, I kept waiting for a reveal on what led her to end up in this circumstance. And it never arrived, to which I can't decide whether I prefer that or not. I was left re-reading it again with a different frame of mind to fill in the blank of what led her here. The immediate thought is that this group of men paid a large sum of money to abduct her here. After all, there must have been some sort of planning to get this gymnasium and have it cast on a large big screen. It makes me think some sort of dark powerful force was responsible, and they collected a good profit at her expense. The mystery in the story worked well, as my brain was forced to complete the story for myself, left to my own interpretations.

2) The level of detachment from the degradation is in full effect here. It pairs perfectly with the sense of "infinite" perpetrators. Regarding the question in the end, I really had no idea on a number, even after re-reading. The story flow really did give me a sense of perpetuity, that there's just a long train waiting for their turn. 200 made sense to me, and declaring that she only thought she was in the 40s fully immerses one into the sense of despair and defeat.

I also loved the visceral detail of everything. The constant theme of building pressure could apply to the story as a whole, that's she's just filled and slimed with constant bursts of filth when the men relieve themselves on/in her.

3) I think I would have enjoyed a more thorough treatment of the giant screen. I'd imagine groups of men lewdly commenting on what they see, when the camera zooms embarrassing at porn level penetration. There would be no hiding from the sheer humiliation of it all on full display. It would have been amazing to get her reaction to that.

4) Definitely! My kind of story.

[Claire]

@praetor3d Love the detailed comment!

In the back of my mind, I kept waiting for a reveal on what led her to end up in this circumstance. And it never arrived, to which I can't decide whether I prefer that or not. I was left re-reading it again with a different frame of mind to fill in the blank of what led her here. The immediate thought is that this group of men paid a large sum of money to abduct her here. After all, there must have been some sort of planning to get this gymnasium and have it cast on a large big screen. It makes me think some sort of dark powerful force was responsible, and they collected a good profit at her expense. The mystery in the story worked well, as my brain was forced to complete the story for myself, left to my own interpretations.

Yeah, going into the details of what happened would have undermined the point I was trying to make or rather the state of mind I was trying to describe. There is a subtle hint in the text though that suggests a connection to Men at War.

The level of detachment from the degradation is in full effect here. It pairs perfectly with the sense of "infinite" perpetrators. Regarding the question in the end, I really had no idea on a number, even after re-reading. The story flow really did give me a sense of perpetuity, that there's just a long train waiting for their turn. 200 made sense to me, and declaring that she only thought she was in the 40s fully immerses one into the sense of despair and defeat.

Oh, she has no idea either. Those numbers are arbitrary. It could also be 57 or 61. But as @Lucius already pointed out: The correct number is 11, the difference between 43 and 32. It's just a easteregg, but one I deliberately included.

I think I would have enjoyed a more thorough treatment of the giant screen. I'd imagine groups of men lewdly commenting on what they see, when the camera zooms embarrassing at porn level penetration. There would be no hiding from the sheer humiliation of it all on full display. It would have been amazing to get her reaction to that.

I agree, there is potential in that idea. I could have had her see a closeup shot of her crotch and how much sperm is dripping out of her but give her no reaction at all to that. That might have been effective to further describe her detachment.

Definitely! My kind of story.

Glad you liked it! I'm not gonna lie, I like the story a lot, but for me it is just too short to get close to coming. But I guess 5 readers so far had plenty of time.

Thanks again, love your feedback!

[chloevee]

It's odd to say this is a dark story, when there are so many dark stories here, and many much darker. But it's the word that keeps coming to mind. The feeling of hopelessness stretching out into, well, infinity, is acute.

The symmetry of beginning and ending the story with the same lines worked very well to drive the point home. I just read @Lucius' comment about the number of times someone came in her vagina--very clever! That adds to the sense of endlessness and dissociation in a way that gives me chills. I'm impressed.

There was so much that was hot about this story. I find the concept alone erotic. Then you add in so many visceral details:

She was surprised that her instinct to close her legs in the brief pause between two men was still intact.

A fresh drop of precum added a nutty aftertaste to the otherwise rancid flavor.

But he plunged into her with the ferocity of a young man trying to prove himself. His powerful thrusts forced a slurping sound out of the wet lips between her legs that visibly aroused some of the nearby men.

He didn't lick her for a second longer than he had to and then rammed his penis into her with a brutality that suggested it was her fault that he had to eat his colleagues' semen out of her.

But could I cum from this story? For me there are a couple of reasons I don't get enough sustained eroticism from this story reach the finish line.

The dissociation of the narrator, combined with the lack of insight into the rapists experience, prevents me from getting caught up in the experience along with the characters. Each individual rape is brief, almost perfunctory. It's hardly enough time to even get started.

So, no. (This story is a bit of a tease in that respect--it got me hot and left me wanting!)

But I don't think that's a bad thing. It's a beautiful, disturbing, piece of erotic art. And as art, I find it quite satisfying.

As an aside, one thing I was curious about--why did they pour ice water on her?

[Claire]

The symmetry of beginning and ending the story with the same lines worked very well to drive the point home. I just read @Lucius' comment about the number of times someone came in her vagina--very clever! That adds to the sense of endlessness and dissociation in a way that gives me chills. I'm impressed.

Thanks! That was actually the first thing I had decided when I wrote the story. The loop with the central idea that everything else was built around. I think originally I wanted the number to be 17 or 18, but I settled on 11 when I ran out of ideas how to keep the story interesting.

But I don't think that's a bad thing. It's a beautiful, disturbing, piece of erotic art. And as art, I find it quite satisfying.

I agree, not every erotic story needs to have the goal to get the reader off. For me personally, the story is just too short to get really into it. I would need a little more time. When I added the poll to this story, I was mostly curious to see whether people would respond to the question at all. At the time, I was experimenting with polls on RavishU to see what kind of question gets the most replies. To my own surprise, this one here was definitely up there!

As an aside, one thing I was curious about--why did they pour ice water on her?

In universe, it's just an act of cruelty, I suppose. She is so non-responsive at this point that I suppose some of the men just wanted to get any kind of reaction out of her.

From a narrative perspective, I needed the scene to feel monotonous without actually being monotonous. While she endures everything with the same clinical detachment, each of the men is a little different, distinct in a way. And the ice water is just another moment in the story to wake up your brain again in case it got too numb to what is happening. So it's a cheap narrative trick to keep you engaged.

[RapeU]

I read this a while back and forgot to comment + rate it. The rape that never ends is a really good idea that was well executed here. I'm imagining it's a group of criminals like the mafia punishing someone for unwittingly defying them, but you probably had a different idea when writing it.

[Claire]

I read this a while back and forgot to comment + rate it. The rape that never ends is a really good idea that was well executed here. I'm imagining it's a group of criminals like the mafia punishing someone for unwittingly defying them, but you probably had a different idea when writing it.

The idea is actually that these are the Men at War people at work. There is a small hint at that in the text but it's not obvious.