Skipping along the beach in shallow waves, splashing with glee.
Enjoying summer’s heat– how warm the soft sand feels beneath her bare feet.
Tactile and sensory, her experience under the sunshine is strikingly tangible.
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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 story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes in R16
- Theme: Cherry Picking
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FUCKED BY FATE’S FICKLE FINGERS
A beautiful young woman named Amber frolics about, carefree, on some remote tropical shoreline.
Skipping along the beach in shallow waves, splashing with glee.
Enjoying summer’s heat– how warm the soft sand feels beneath her bare feet.
Tactile and sensory, her experience under the sunshine is strikingly tangible.
Only to be abruptly smashed asunder by a blink.
Eyelids fluttering... Wishing, but unable, to remain lost in dreams.
Opening, finally, to a confusing and most rude awakening:
Numb, her body cold, stiff. Miserably dehydrated and famished
Disoriented with exhaustion her mind was sluggish:
Where am I?
What the??
Focused on a shaft of light peeking through the doorframe crack; it scarcely illuminated her bleak surroundings.
From within a large-animal cage she perceives her situation: inside a grungy single room hut, scattered with beer cans, bottles and debris.
Shackled by manacles linking each wrist to ankle.
Awkwardly forced to sit upright, her boundage preventing all hope of stretching out.
There, naked, on a filthy mattress she was caged.
Jaw aching from some wet lump crammed in her mouth, held in place by a strap.
Gathering her wits, her mind races:
“Dear God!”
...what’s happened??
How did i …”
Struggling against panic to breathe slower, calm herself. Effort toward remembering….
Something?
anything??
Bewildered and pondering–
Who would do this?
how could this come to be?
answering these questions felt urgent–
yet her mind uncooperative— blank, clueless.
to her disappointment, trusted Memory –of any and all particulars– evaded her.
Wanting to cry, feeling pitiful.
Trembling, enthralled by fear of the unknown.
Utter silence such that she heard her own heart beating, in her throat. Faster….
Then, like a waterfall of crushing force, suddenly slapped by a deluge of memories—
Amber’s days lately were of a grim type. She remembered all too clearly:
Confined in this cage for days now, she had become the salacious center of attention, a play-thing for men. Some group of many men, strangers all, they shared her-used her body for their pleasure. They fondled her, grabbed, pinched, licked and sucked upon naked delicate flesh.
Initially terrified she struggled, screamed, and begged for mercy– all for naught.
Clearly powerless to resist she soon gave up.
Exhausted, became resigned. Gave in.
She lay there and just took it.
Watched ‘the action’ unfold in detail: Being fucked, as each cock pumped another load up into her womb. One punter might finish in grunts of satisfaction only to let the next bloke take his turn.
Amber’s mind naturally wandering would recall various base facts of all types.
Knowing her name is Amber, age 26, where she lived–all those mundane bits.
All snips from long ago- people, stories; her personal origins. Recalling fondly the life of luxury. Amber was once a glorious bikini model in prime health.
Blessed with stunning beauty! Captivating sex appeal induced most men to dote on her in obsequious fashion.
That younger life—of freedoms — seemed so far gone, only in her dreams now.
Knowing, recognizing all this, only made her despair worse.
inevitably her mind again shifted attention, back toward the immediate surroundings.
Out of control, being controlled.
Grieving her total loss of control.
An audience of spectators flocked, Amber was the entertainment. Guys talking, boasting, joking. Often taking pictures and movies.
Some PoV recordings featured cock ramming her–in and out- her poor pussy until yet another climaxed, injecting his juice inside her.
So it went. Hour after hour, raping and molesting her.
These deviants, were they some underground gang? Bikers? Rednecks?
Seemingly endless–men, vile brutes, focused on her like fiends.
Cooperating as criminals, united in collective depravity.
She surveyed how they literally got lined up (more or less) to fuck her!
Like a slave, Amber lay helpless, at their mercy. Feeling hopeless, no end in sight. Without options but to whimper, groan and weep as she was dicked yet again, over and over.
She could recall recently being savaged and abused around the clock, from darkness of night, on to morning still carrying on the next day…
Until… ? had she lost consciousness? Was she drugged??
Regardless, she realized then with dreadful angst: there were so many, too many of them! Dear Lord.
Suffering this avalanche of vivid details, like a broken record, her short term memory seemed locked on repeat. Stuck reliving distress, the overwhelm, in a hell beyond her worst nightmare.
The refrain:
Why I can’t recall ?
–how- when- did this happen to me?
Who would do this?
Help me! Please, anyone…
Shifting involuntary thoughts returned in a biter twisted loop.
Puzzled. Yet Amber’s mind struggled on to explain this mystery of fate beyond her grasp. Having known painful life-hardships in her past, developing the art of finding levity in the darkest of moments had proved valuable.
Repetition motivates habits.
Thus for a passing moment, despite the gravity of her predicament, she amused herself with far fetched explanations:
Some criminal convention of rapists who had descended upon her?
Some perverse groundhog day of xxx-rated evil?
An obsessed x-lover or horney camera man bent on revenge?
Was this her fate? A doomed slave dreaming of escape. Trapped in a nightmare she could not awaken from.
Startled by clanks of metal on metal… Oh no!!? keys in the door?!
Darkness instantly became blinding light when the heavy door burst open!
Caught off guard, Amber had taken her peace and privacy for granted, until now.
she hadn’t heard anyone approach– it was happening too fast for her eyes adjust.
Bulky silhouettes at the door invaded one by one.
A loud voice she had heard before spoke in a drawl,
“Well howdy, darlin’ Hope dat lovely cunt is ready to par-tey! We’zz back and i got some new friends excited to meet ya. Come on guys, look what we have to play with.”
