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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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A sorority of regret
Getting invited in was easy enough. A bunch of drunk early twenties - late teens rarely questioned someone showing up to a party with a truck full of free six packs.
Little did they know I wasn't here for their party.
I walked through the packed house, admiring the selection of women on offer for my fun tonight. It was my favourite part of living in a college town. Young, fit, well toned women that and a fresh set every year.
It was my tradition. One girl a year, one special weekend to let out my twisted desires, one sacrificial student to release my bestial urges and keep me in check for another year. And it always started like this, slowly walking through the crowds of a party like a ghost, I'd squeeze an ass here, cup a tit there. Only on girls that wouldn't kicked up a fuss, and only until I found her.
This time I found her after everyone had passed out from the sedative, I walked around groping chests and rubbing the warm soft cunts of girls passed out on couches and chairs, their soft sleepy moans making my cock ever harder. She'd passed out on the bottom of the stairs, a young girl with cherry red dyed hair and tight denim jeans that hugged her toned ass. Her student ID told me her name was Bethany and she'd just turned twenty the night before. I smiled as I lifted her over my shoulder, people would wonder where she went and look for her, but they wouldn't find her until long after I was done.
It was night by the time I'd reach the cabin and Bethany was slowly beginning to wake up from her sedated fugue state. She was conscious enough that she tried to fight back as I lifted her out and carried her into the cabin. Inside was a singular empty room, a fire place to one side and a bed with leather handcuffs tied to the posts.
When she was awake and begged to know what was going on I explained it slowly. I would hurt her, I would rape her, and then I would let her go Sunday night and she'll never see me again.
She begged me not too, offered to suck my dick again and again, to be my skull fucking slave but not to hurt her, I slapped her hard enough a tooth flew from her mouth. She sobbed and whispered a prayer, I didn't stop her. I listened to her whimpering and my cock grew ever harder as I cut away her clothes with a knife. She pulled and twisted at her bindings in a futile effort to stop her nude figure from being exposed made her look irresistible to me.
I started slow, whipping at her with a cat-o-nine, pouring hot wax onto her body, but it was the incisions that had her screaming the most. I'd take my knife and just ever so gently cut the surface of her skin. Not deeply, not hard, just enough so that the air itself made her body burn.
When finally she was ready, bruised, cut, marked and branded I undid my belt and wrapped it around her waist. She begged me not to fuck her, said she was a virgin, said I could take her in any other way but please not to fuck her cunt. Her screams of pain filled me with a feral pleasure as I shoved my shaft base deep into her sopping went cunt. Streaks of blood coat my cock as I pull out, clearly her natural lubricant wasn't enough but that made me enjoy it all the more. Again and again I pulled out and slammed myself in as deep as I could.
It wasn't long before she went limp, they always went limp, thinking if they didn't give me the pleasure of resisting I'd finish sooner and leave. I filled her to my base one final time and listen to her sobs as my throbbing cock filled her cunt.
I said I hoped she was on birth control, she said she wasn't with a venom in her voice.
Her venom disappeared when I stood in-front of her head. She threatened to bite it off if I stuck it in her mouth, I gagged her open and taught her what disobedience meant, what threatening me would get her. There was no waiting, there was no preparing. I held her by the held and savagely used her mouth like a personal glory hole. She screamed and her chains rattled as she desperately tried to break free for air , the only solace I'd give her were brief moments where I'd pull out and let her gasp desperately for air. Eventually I came again and made her every last drop that came from my cock went down her throat.
She coughed and drooled as I pulled my cock out of her mouth, her face a ruin of snot and tears. I took out the gag and unchained her, told her if she gave me her asshole willingly that I'd spare her any more pain.
We had a wonderful rest of the night together.
They'd find her in-front of the school like they did all the others, naked, bloody and leaking my cum from all her holes.. She'd drop out a week later, and be admitted to a mental institute for those suffering PTSD a month after that.
Her sacrifice was necessary.
