How a former ambassador ended Independence Day, which is also her 30th birthday.
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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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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against The Listening Post in the QF-1 match
- Theme: All By Myself
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home, sweet home
July 4, 2031. Not an ordinary day. The (255th) Independence Day of the United States. Which I've always celebrated at parties in recent years.
And also my 30th birthday. And probably the first birthday in my life that I'll spend alone at home. And why?
It all started a few years ago when one of the presidents who had last governed the US drove what was once the most powerful country in the world to the brink of collapse. Instead of a flourishing economy, there were mass layoffs, starting in government agencies, later in the auto industry, and then in other sectors as well. And the subsequent presidents weren't any better; they dragged other countries into the downward spiral.
Just a year ago, I celebrated my birthday at the US embassy of a small, rather insignificant country in which the US had a strong interest because of its natural resources.
And I was—even though I was only 29 at the time—the ambassador to that country! Yes, you read that right, ambassador! We popped the champagne corks that day. The embassy was located in the utterly corrupt capital of that country, and celebrating holidays like the Fourth of July there was part of the local lifestyle. And it was the last birthday of my life where the number 2 started with my age.
The next morning, I was facing nothing. When I tried to enter the embassy, the guards refused me entry without explanation. And when I tried to log into my work computer from my hotel suite, where I was staying at the government's expense, I was denied access. Instead, I found an email from the US State Department in my personal inbox—a simple but life-changing email containing only three words: "You are fired!"
An hour later, the hotel manager phoned to inform me that I had to vacate the suite by 1 p.m. at the latest.
WHOOP!
At least my lawyer managed to obtain an injunction against the dismissal from a sympathetic judge and sue for severance pay, which enabled me to buy a camper van, with which I've been traveling the country ever since. And to earn a little money as a singer in clubs and bars, where I performed in the evenings under a pseudonym.
For the past week, I'd been singing in a seedy club in Cincinnati. I'd been parking my RV in a forest parking lot every night since I couldn't afford a campsite.
Today, however, I'd stayed home, even though it would have been a good opportunity to earn some nice tips.
I'd just finished a sandwich on pumpernickel for dinner, opened a bottle of cheap whiskey, and was about to put the leftovers back in the fridge when my eyes fell on a magnetic sticker on the refrigerator door. "Home, sweet home," it read in bold letters. Yeah, right!
I rummaged around, found a thick marker, crossed out the saying, and wrote "All By Myself!" underneath it, just as I heard tires crunching on the gravel of the forest road where my car was parked. A moment later, other car doors slammed, and there was a knock on my door.
Who could that be? Slightly tipsy from the whiskey, I carelessly opened the door. It was barely opened when someone forced their foot in and shoved the door open.
Standing before me were two young, dark-skinned men who had caught my eye all week at the bar, staring more and more obviously at my breasts and backside.
I had a bad feeling! And sure enough, as soon as they entered my RV, one of them, who I think was named Joe, stepped behind me, grabbed my arms, and yanked them back. The other, Jimmy, stepped in front of me, brandishing a champagne bottle and grinning at me.
"Hey sweetheart, we missed you at the bar today. We were so looking forward to celebrating this special day with you. Well, we were quite sad about that and thought, why not come and celebrate here together?"
Before I could even recover from the shock, he pressed the already opened bottle against my lips. I turned my head to the side and tried to fight back, but that only seemed to piss him on.
Jimmy placed the bottle next to my own, grabbed my T-shirt, and brutally ripped it off. Since I never wore a bra at home, my full breasts were immediately exposed. And since I wasn't wearing any pants either, it was easy for him to tear off my thin panties as well.
Then I was ruthlessly thrown onto the unmade bed of my camper van, landing on my back with my legs spread wide.
Joe immediately knelt between my legs and rammed the neck of the champagne bottle into my vagina, forcing the champagne to flow in.
"Then you'll just have to drink it that way!" they both laughed at me.
While they roughly groped my entire body, I felt the fizzy champagne making me even more drunk. The body absorbs alcohol much faster through the intestines than through the stomach. So I barely noticed as they brutally raped me, one after the other. But it was about to get even worse.
Jimmy spotted the pumpernickel bread next to the refrigerator. "Brother, we haven't had a pumpernickel sandwich in ages. This is a perfect opportunity! You with ketchup and mayonnaise, and me with butter and hazelnut spread." And I was about to find out exactly what he meant!
Joe lay on his back and Jimmy sat my Vagina down on his rock-hard, huge cock, flung my upper body forward, spread my ass cheeks apart, and fucked me from behind at the same time. So brutally that I passed out.
When I woke up, I had half a slice of pumpernickel bread, smeared with blood and semen, stuck in my cunt. The other half was in my asshole, covered in white and brown "coating."
"All by myself!"
I really liked this one, 
