This is work of fiction. No harm is intended, and anyone who cannot separate fiction from reality should try consulting a doctor. The majority of crime novelist don’t kill people, and so the majority of erotic-fiction authors don’t violate people. And, to make it clear...I don’t do any harm myself.

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The Second Rape

It had been a year ago. A year had passed since her life as she had known it, had ended. Three hundred and sixty five days...well, maybe one or two or three days more than that.

One year in a lifetime that, under normal circumstances would not make any change at all. One...one day that had crushed her life, had crushed her soul, her very existence. That day when she had arrived from abroad, when she had decided to stroll the mall, to do some power shopping.

That one day, when she had been locked away in the office-section of that mall. One hour, one minute...when he had taken her. That moment, that hour when he had beaten her, when he had pushed her to the ground, her head hanging over the edge of the floor, only covered by the outward curved windows from the cold night winds of New York City. And then he had raped her.
Stephanie closed her eyes for one moment, tried to stay calm while she had stopped the car at a red light.

Remember the therapy...remember that it is in the past. It will never happen again. Never...

She fought the tears, fought the fear in her body. The fear that one day, in the middle of the night he would come to her. He would stand over her bed, he would push away the sheets, would fuck her...fuck her...fuck her...fuck her....

Hot tears started running down her face and Stephanie started weeping.

It took her one moment to realize that some people behind her were pumping there horns, wanted her to step on it.

It’s over...

Stephanie pushed the pedal and her old, light green Oldsmobile started moving again. It had been a really hard time for the young woman, but now she had a job to do. A job, a focus in her life. And this one goal, this focus had become the only reason for her not to commit suicide. Her job was to find that creature.

Though, afraid as she was, though as much as she wanted to be home, on another continent... she knew that she had to face her darkest fears. She had to find him; she had to make sure he would never do that to any other woman in his lifetime again.

Her breathing became faster when she took the route towards that part of town where he was supposed to be. That dark part, that poor part...where nobody would care if she died on the streets, or if the man would rape her again.

“Oh God...please stop this. I can’t do this with that kind of thinking.”

No, she couldn’t. No.

Involuntarily Stephanie glanced over to the other seat where the gun lay, covered by an old peace of cloth. Yes, that one was her life insurance.

She crossed the bridge and took the second exit into the darkest part of town. When she turned right onto one broad street, she could instantly make out burning trashcans and a lot of younger people standing around those cans. Stephanie’s guts were turned into one big knot and her heart kept on racing. She knew she had to go on. She had come this far and wouldn’t be stopped by her own fears.

He will rape you...

“No!”

The young woman, dressed in an expensive blouse and sand colored pants, hit the wheel with her right hand, her face distorted into one grim mask.

“No, he will not. Stop thinking that!”
Alright, baby, concentrate on your goal. Find that damned street, find the house.

A glance onto the map, also laying on the other seat, told her that she was almost there. Only minutes later she turned the car into one side street and turned right again at the next light. Now the only thing left for her to do was to find number 1123...piece of cake.

“Yes!”

There it was...number 1123, one really run down place, with only a hint of color on old stonewalls, now covered by graffiti. Stephanie pulled the car over and stopped right in front of number 1123. There she turned the key and the engine died.

It was quiet for one endless moment; one moment in which the young woman closed her eyes and felt her chest moving hard. She knew she was close now, so close, so close to him.

Oh God, give me strength...

She opened up the drivers door and stepped onto the otherwise deserted street, then locked the door and took one long look at the old building.

“Hotel NY,” it said....
Hotel Hell

It took her all her courage to move any closer to the entrance. Her fears, that inner voice that constantly told her that she was about to get raped again, drained her strength, but she kept her pace, kept her will to end this. And the pressure of the gun, underneath that old piece of cloth in her right hand was the reassuring voice of hope. And when she walked up the steps to the Hotel door, Stephanie felt a little better.

“Excuse me, sir.”

A young woman, fragile looking, in an expensive silk blouse and sand colored pants stood at the counter and tried to pick up the clerk’s attention.

“Yes?”

He was an old man with a very white beard, and his uniform seemed to be as old as the Hotel.

“I am looking for one Michael Morgan. Somebody told me, Mister Morgan has a room in your Hotel.”

The man glanced over to a group of equally old man, sitting around one table and playing cards. The men waved at him and they began laughing.

“Well, young lady, Mister Morgan is not in his room right now. If I were you, I would get back where I came from. Mister Morgan is not a very friendly person.”

Stephanie gulped some saliva and felt the knot in her guts tightening.

“I know, but I have to find him. It is very important.”

And there, the old man seemed to recognize the gun underneath that old piece of cloth. But the man did not say anything.

“Well, in that case...,” he scratched the back of his head, “go to the old Waybill Building in second street. There, in that dark and cold cellar you will find that man. I don’t know what he is doing in that cellar, and I don’t want to know. But if I were you....”

“You would go where you came from, right?!”

He simply nodded.

“Lady, you must have one hell of a good reason to go there and find that Michael Morgan.”

Stephanie’s face had become one mask of insecurity, and the color from her delegate features had left her face entirely. She was so afraid...

He will fuck you...he will massage your tits, he will stick his fat, big cock right into your pussy....again. He will rape you, darling...again

When Stephanie shook her head, the old man behind the counter just shook his head too.

“Good luck, young lady.”

Then he turned away to watch one baseball game that had been going on for the entire conversation.

Stephanie turned on one heel and left the Hotel. Her heart was pounding when she stepped onto the street again. Second street, he had said. As far as she knew, this street was only one block away, and so she did not take the car but wandered down the street, always looking for any possible danger that might await her in this dark part of town.

Against all her fears, Stephanie reached the deserted building without any incidents. With a heavy heart and a hard moving chest she stood in front of the house, shaking and realizing that the moment of truth had finally come. Now or never...all the sessions with her psychiatrist, all the long nights with her friend had lead her to this one final moment of truth. It was now or never...now...or...never.

She sighed and the grip around the gun became stronger while a cold wind came up the stairs from the dark reality of the cellar. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin, but the young woman bit on her lower lip and stepped into the house of destiny.

Drops of stale water kept on hitting the puddle underneath the stairway while her short hair was moved constantly by some sort of wind from down this house. What wind it was that war created within one building, Stephanie couldn’t say. She felt dizzy, felt unable to form a straight thought, only kept on hanging to the gun she held in a firm grip.

The young woman was shivering while she reached the end of the stairs, now faced with a long corridor, only partly illuminated by the light that felt in through one very small and widely cracked window at the end of that corridor.

Shades were moving across the light grey concrete and somewhere in the unknown distance indefinable noise was being created while a terrified young woman kept on walking down the path of her destiny. Stephanie knew oh so much that she had to find that creature. She knew her own fears had to be overcome; she knew she had to face her fears.

This man, this creature would never in his time do violence to another human being. She would kill him, if necessary. She would commit murder, would face consequences that would arise through her own actions.

No one was around, no one would watch her, would stop her from fulfilling her destiny. And the young woman in her expensive silk blouse, in her beige pants... one woman nobody would ever suspect to spend her time in this shabby part of town... suddenly felt weak.

How was she supposed to go through with this complete nonsense? This was madness... a young woman armed with a gun, in the worst part of town was after a violent drug addict. This man, who still had more strength then she ever would posses, would ... would...

There was one sound somewhere in the cellar. One sound that was being made by some other human being...followed by what told her that it was indeed a human being who had made that sound to begin with.... a cough.

Stephanie jumped, her heart started drumming in her chest and sweat was running down each side of her face.

“Anyone there...,” she whispered into the darkness.

Silent cries...muffled...

The young woman reached the end of the corridor and was forced to turn right into another corridor. Left and right of that long tunnel were metal-doors and now... now Stephanie could hear those voices. Voices of pain...silent...filled with tears.

“Oh my God...”

She stopped and felt her heart drumming heavily, loud and under a lot of stress. She looked at one of those steel doors and grabbed the lock. A light pull and the lock was open.

She looked into the small room behind the thin metal door and stopped dead in her motion. It was not possible, it was...horror...

There, stretched out on one small bench lay one girl, her arms behind her head, tears filling red eyes, shivering, looking at Stephanie in hopeless pain.
Please help me... her eyes said... her mouth unable to speak the plea for help.

“God...!”

She was about to get into that small room, to untie the young girl when Stephanie heard another muffled cry. Right there, the room to the left...
She went over, opened up the lock and looked inside only to find the same dramatic situation: One small, young girl tied onto one small bench, looking at her with pain in her eyes.
Help me...

Stephanie shook her head.

“This monster...,” she said aloud and knew who was responsible for those horrible deeds. She was sure that those girls...how many however...certainly had been raped. Raped like herself. Locked up inside those terrible rooms, in one cellar, in those slums...young girls raped and beaten up.

She had to help them, she had to untie them, set them free. Suddenly her own pain had become a lot less important to the young woman. She saw those young women, naked, raped and suddenly became aware of her own mouth being wide open. Stephanie pushed her gun into the belt of her beige, wide pants and went over to the next, open door.

“Don’t be afraid... I will help you.”

She went into the small room unaware of the dark shadow that was creeping into the cellar behind her.

She had untied that girl; the girl with wide eyes, with shaking limps. She was dirty, had bruises all over her skinny body and flinched all of a sudden when Stephanie touched her in order to untie her from those thick robes.
“Shhh... It will be alright.”

She bent over the girl’s hands and was about to pull open the knot when two very strong hands grabbed Stephanie around her hips.

She screamed out aloud...

And her slim body was pulled back, out of the cellar into the semi-dark corridor. There, the back of Stephanie’s head hit the wall real hard and her lights were knocked out.

The first thing she noticed was that throbbing pain in her head. She knew she was awake, she knew that something was wrong, and when she realized that she wasn’t able to move her arms, she remembered what had happened to her.

Here she was... she lay on one of those benches, in one of those cells, in a dark cellar, in an abandoned house in the worst part of town.

Tears ran down her face and Stephanie opened up her eyes.
The pain wouldn’t subside, and the knot in her stomach told her that she was in big trouble. Finally she had found that thin junkie, that bastard who had raped her about one year ago. And what had happened? Did she shoot him? Did she bring him to justice? No, she did not. All she did was a transformation into the victim again.

Stephanie sighed and tried to calm herself. She had to do something, she had to get rid of those ties around her hands, had to free herself, had to get away...

But, what would happen if this creature would come to her? What? Would he rape her...for the second time? Would he rape her like he most likely had raped this other girl...or those other girls that might be laying in those cells? Would he do that? Rape her?

Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment and focused on her breathing. She felt the calmness flowing in her limps, easing away those unproductive fears. Now she felt good...better anyway. She opened her eyes again and tried to think of anything that might help her getting away. She pulled on her robes, stretched her neck and saw that the creature had tied her to one old pipe running behind her head across the wall. He had used handcuffs, shiny handcuffs not ropes. Well, there was no escape here.

Hey, bitch...do you always give up this easily?

“No...”
Though Stephanie had just whispered that word of denial, it echoed in her prison, sounded like the big bang in her ears.

What else?

She couldn’t even sit up. She had to lay here, on that bench. And when he would show up, he would just have to pull open her blouse, he would just have to pull down her pants and panties...would have to push her legs apart, would....

“Stop!”

The young woman screamed those words out aloud. She did not care whether anyone would here her. What difference did it make? None...none at all. She was his piece of meat, his victim, his prey...easy for him to fuck!

Her chest was moving heavily and she felt a fine layer of sweat on her forehead...no, all over her body. She felt fear climbing up, crawling all over her skin, into her brain. There was nothing she could do. Nothing she...would do...

And then the young woman with short hair and the radiation of superiority did not feel so superior anymore. She did not mind her expensive clothing, she did not mind her heritage... all she wanted, was to get away from this place.

Footsteps... the echo of heavy boots thundered through the old cellar and that old building, covered in dusk and evil.

Thundering feet, thundering boots, thundering... and the man came closer. And all of a sudden Stephanie could hear muffled screams from her left and her right. Whining, crying, screams for help from those other victims in those other cells. How often had that man raped those girls? How often? One time? Two times... like herself... Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, you are about to witness the second rape of our superior Stephanie from a superior family. The second rape, the second fuck, the second humiliation. Now, now, now...

Stephanie’s heart was pounding heavily in her chest as the sound of closing footsteps filled the air.

He was close now...

A new sound...noise... like he was running something over the metal doors of those makeshift cells.

“Hello Pussies...hello. hello Ladies...time to stick a huge cock into your longing openings!”

Stephanie pressed her lips together while tears were running down the sides of her face. She was shaking; fear held her firmly in its grasp.

Closer...

He had to be only inches away from her cell.

God...please make him pass...please...not me.

Forgotten were all those heroic feelings, all those good deeds she wanted to commit...only fear was left. Unspeakable fear to get fucked again...to loose her life if she did not do what he wanted her to do. The fear of doing it without any fight. She would be so disgusting...so low...

A lock was opened. One lock to one cell. One cell...her cell.

“NO!”

The metal door was opened and it wasn’t him.

A huge shadow was standing in the doorway, looking down on her. He was breathing heavily under worn out, torn cloth, swinging slightly from side to side. Stephanie looked up at him and her heart stopped beating for an instant.

This man, this creature was tall, was broad and muscular. This man most certainly wasn’t the junkie, the thin man who had raped her a year ago. This man...stepping closer, stepping into the dim light was...was an Indian, native American...what ever. This man bent down and the shaking young woman could make out the scars all over his face, could see his long, black and dirty hair, could smell him.

And this smell made her stomach turn and twist. It robbed her of her breath, forced water into her eyes.

“What have we here?”

She knew this question was purely rhetorical, but...anyway, Stephanie could not have answered his question even if it wasn’t mend to be rhetorical. She was firmly in fears grip. Her whole body was numb, and at the same time shaking with the primal urge to flee.

The dark man, the Indian, the shadow did something like a smile while his right hand moved closer and then... then he took her face into his rough hand, and there was nothing she could do. She simply could not move...

The Indian pressed her cheekbone slightly, tried to caress her face.

“Another young woman...another...,” and then his face distorted into a mask of brutality, into something inhuman, without any compassion. He let go of Stephanie’s face and...and...and his fingers took hold of the young woman’s left breast.

“Nooo...,” she screamed out the sharp pain that shot throughout her slim and shaking body. The Indian started pressing the breast; he started massaging it with shear brutality. His finger were pressing the firm flesh, his thump was rubbing over the nipple, and in this very moment Stephanie would have given everything for a bra. Why hadn’t she put one on? Why had she been so careless...?

But she could not think clearly now, since the Indian kept on pressing and knitting and massaging her left breast. She was entirely sure, that later on there would be dark spots appearing all over the breast.

“It feels really good, bitch. Really good...,” he grinned down on her while he sat on the edge of the bench, still massaging the hurting breast that still was covered by the extreme expensive silk of her blouse.

After a while of silence on his part, after a while of painful whining on her part, after a while where he kept on pressing the breast, the Indian suddenly withdrew his hand. Through her tears Stephanie could see him breathing heavily when he got up from the bench. He looked down on the young woman and she had the feeling that he was thinking about how he would continue treating her.

“I am going to fuck you, you know!?”

She simply looked at him.

Of course she knew that he would rape her. Of course she knew that her biggest mistake since that one night in the mall would now pay off. Of course the young woman knew that this creature would rape her...rape her...
Of course now she would get raped for the second time in her life...

More tears came down running all over her face. She started sobbing, started whining despite the fact that she hated weak women. Now that she had become a weak woman there just wasn’t any hope left for Stephanie to escape her rape. She had become a victim again.

The Indian opened up his pants and Stephanie was being paralyzed while she looked at him. She looked at him and saw his pants rushing down to the dirty floor. She looked at him, seeing him, stepping out of his pants...she...saw a huge cock rising...

The giant Indian came closer again, all the while not freeing her from his dominating gazes of lust.

“Now...let’s see how you behave, my little slut.”

The giant Indian again sat on the edge of her bench. Without hesitation he grabbed the thin, brown belt of her beige pants and opened it.

The girl was shivering all the time...wanted to free herself...wanted to get away...anyhow realizing that this wish would not come true.

He then pressed the button open, grabbed the fine pin of the silver colored zipper and pulled it down...slowly...srrrrrrrr...

“God, I like that...you must be wet already...,” he smiled at her, seeing her widened eyes, seeing her breasts shaking a little underneath the silken blouse...,”but it doesn’t matter, honey...I’ll fuck you anyway...even dry.”

The Indian now grabbed her wide, beige colored pants at the waist and got up while he pulled them down in one swift and powerful move.

They slid over her feet and Stephanie closed her eyes; gulping...knowing...

“Nice panties...bitch.”
He was breathing heavily, and Stephanie could see that his huge cock was fully erect now, pointing upwards...

“Come, whore, you know you need this.”

He bent forward and pushed one hand between her legs, pressing down the champagne colored panties against her dry vagina.

She flinched in anticipation...

But he just grinned and withdrew his hand...but when the young woman with those dark blonde, short haircut started to relax again, the Indian grabbed her pelvis and his eyebrows drew together...

“You will be fucked, so hard, baby...and so often, that you’ll think that my cock belongs in your pussy-hole...,” then he started laughing, real hard, real loud....and the sound of his barking laugh echoed through the cellar.

Stephanie could hear the sudden screams of fear, coming from the other cells. She could hear the other girls...girls that had been raped already...God knew how many times...

She closed her eyes again, and again hot tears came running down her soft, and now reddish, cheeks.

“Please...,” she cried, “please...don’t rape me.”

But the only answer the slim, young woman got, was him pulling down her panties...down, over her legs, down over her feet...

And when Stephanie opened up her eyes again, when she looked down, towards her feet, she could see...and she felt...that her lower body now had become completely naked, not covered by anything that would protect her from his dirty looks. Not that it mattered...
The Indian with the huge cock now came over her...

He spread his legs, using her bench as some kind of horse, almost sitting over her pelvic bones. His breathing became even faster, even more heavy when he took hold of her extremely expensive silken blouse again. He held the fabric in his clenched fists and Stephanie, who wasn’t able to breathe, knew what he would do...

“Oh God, please...no...!”

And then the huge Indian tore her extremely expensive, silken blouse apart.

The small, white buttons flew in every possible direction, hitting the concrete floor as well as the walls and the ceiling. Their flight was accompanied by the shrill scream mixed out of surprise and incredible fear, escaping Stephanie’s dry throat.

Her shaking became worse when he saw into his dark, unforgiving eyes. Her breasts where shaking, her flat stomach, heaving up and down, up and down in an effort to suck air into her hurting lungs.

“Please...,” the girl gasped, “please don’t...don’t rape me...!”

Suddenly, with great care, the huge Indian put aside the silken fabric of her blouse, placing it to the extreme left and the extreme right, underneath her body.

“Now...that’s the way I prefer my bitches...naked.”

And indeed, only dressed in one torn apart blouse, the slim and young body of the girl named Stephanie lay almost naked underneath a giant Indian who had raped so many girls and women that he, if asked how many there were, would have no answer at all.

He was there...on all fourth...breathing hard and rough...saliva dripping down the edges of his mouth...down...through stale air...hitting Stephanie’s breasts...

And the young woman flinched again, in despair and in disgust...

Her head turned to the side, so that she now would not have to look at the beast...she did small prayers...prayers of hate...prayers to a God who had done nothing to prevent this... A God who had her raped...two times...two...

She hated this God...

The Indian, on the other hand, loved his gods very much. He almost smiled when he bent down, taking her left nipple between rotten lips, sucking on them like a baby.

His left hand took hold of her right breast and the man started pressing, started knitting, started massaging her breast, again so hard that hot tears of pain shot into Stephanie’s eyes.

Gasps for air and silent prayers...in between small cries of pain...and her hands, her fingers were digging into the old mattress...

“No...no...no...”

Then, all of a sudden, the huge Indian let go of both her breasts and looked up towards her face.

“Look at me...,” his voice now sounded rough and full of unspoken threats...no one to play with.

Stephanie’s head turned till she was looking into those dark eyes again...She had to blink away all those salty tears in order to see the monster more clearly.

“It’s time,” his eyes became wide and his voice was that of a magician announcing the biggest trick he ever had performed.

Stephanie had nothing to say...

The girl just lay there, underneath the creature, shaking in fear...and frustration...and crying silently to a God who would have no mercy.

Her legs and her firm breasts shaking, her flat stomach, covered in sweat like the rest of her slim body...

The giant repositioned himself between the muscular legs, pressing them apart with his own legs. His arms on each side of her...his eyes directed towards the young woman he no possessed.

For one brief moment time stood still in that stale smelling small cell, deep down in the guts of the big city. One moment the shaking young woman looked into the dark eyes of a huge man. One moment there was a silent understanding that this young woman would have no chance what so ever of escaping his needs. He would...

The tip of his huge cock touched Stephanie right above her pubic hair and she jumped in shock.

A smile formed on the rough face of the Indian but he did not say a word.
He lowered himself, repositioned his penis, let it slide down through the dark pubic hair, between dry vaginal lips.

“Please...,” her face had become a mask of pleading, a mask of prey...a mask of surrender...

The cock went hard against the dry vagina. It was pressed hard between those lips and the man forced his way into her body. And a hard an painful way it was...

The Indian kept on pressing his cock deeper and deeper into Stephanie’s vagina. The screams of pain echoed through the cell, echoed through the cellar...till...

Finally the Indian had his cock buried in the depth of Stephanie’s body.

The girl gasped for air and felt stiff, stiff as a sculpture...she couldn’t, wouldn’t move till the pain in her body would subside...

But the Indian did not care for waiting. The Indian instantly started fucking the rich, young woman on his bench. And with each and every thrust of his lower body, with each thrust of his cock into her, the pain was hurled back towards the beginning.

Stephanie’s eyes were filled with tears and her head was as empty as it could be. There was no time, there was no chance for her to think a straight thought. The pain emptied her head and all she could sense was the rape...

The Indian was coughing, breathing heavily, was sweating while he kept on pumping his long and hard cock into the woman’s vagina.
The small bench was creaking under their weight, was creaking with each and every thrust into her.

The cell around her became distorted, was whirling around...and found it’s center in her lap. In her hurting, in her dry lap, sending bolts of incredible pain throughout her body. Minutes passed and sometimes she was on the verge of collapsing, sometimes she was on the edge of fainting out. But somehow her consciousness held her back, wouldn’t allow her to leave this place of hell.

The man shouted out his pain, was screaming out aloud the lust so that the other women, the other girls in all the other cells in his private prison of rape would hear him performing the initial ritual, the initial, the first rape to his latest possession.
Again and again the cock went deep into her vagina. Into a vagina that only slowly and involuntarily would become a little wet.

But by that time it was too late...

A storm came up... A flood spilled the cave... White foam was covering the shore... And the seagulls were screaming out aloud, covering all there was with pain, with disgust, with the knowledge that it had happened again...

For the second time in her life... For the second time...

The second time taken, pushed around, used...fucked...

The second time that she had been...

The second rape.

The moment he had pulled himself back, had gotten to his feet again...this moment she closed her lap, turned to the side and started crying.
She started weeping, shaking... she let out all the pain in her soul. He had been like a force of nature that she hadn’t been able to resist. He had taken her... hadn’t asked, just taken her...just...fucked her senseless...

The Indian stood over her, his cock becoming weak again. He looked down on her, saw what he had done to her...and smiled...and then started laughing...barking out loud that all the other ‘inmates’ would hear him.

“My God, are you a little weakling... darling. Just a little fuck and you start loosing integrity....But,” he stepped into his pants, pulled them up, closed them...,”that has been a nice beginning. A nice first fuck...!”

He kept on smiling, almost giggling and turned to open up the door to her little hell. Stephanie turned and sat up...
“First...?!”

Oh God, please make him let me go...please...this has to be it...really.

“Oh yeah. I’ll be back to take your rear...next.”

“But...,” she wanted to say so much more, wanted to tell him that he had to let her go, that she had been raped before, that he should have mercy (if God hadn’t...)...but she just sat there, half naked, with an open mouth and wide eyes, unable to say something. She just felt the burning in her lap and the upcoming pain in her breasts.

She sat there and watched the Indian closing the door behind him. She heard him locking her away. And when the sound of his footsteps had subsided, she leaned against the back wall and kept on glancing at the closed door.

He would come back.

He would do it again...

He would fuck her, humiliate her, stick his cock into her...

“Oh God...,” she whispered.

Into her ass.

“Oh God...no...,” she was in total awe. This just couldn’t be true. No, no, no... Of course men did that often to their girlfriends. Of course this was...often...done. But never to her. Stephanie had always refused to let herself fucked into the...rear.

And she certainly wouldn’t want this to happen with this monster...

But did she have a choice?

She closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of her own breathing, felt the heaving of her chest. Her right hand moved into her lap; her fingers were touching her vagina and she flinched back. It hurt so much...

More tears came running down her face, filled her eyes like two small lakes with salty recalls of the hell she had been living through.

And then Stephanie fell into a dreamless sleep. She leaned back and was drawn into a pitch-black sleep. It didn’t matter that she only wore her torn blouse, that she would most likely be really cold when she woke up. It all did not matter. She had to sleep... as long as it was possible. She had to sleep and forget.

There were no images in her dream. She did not remember the brutal assault, the blow to her head...not the binding to the bench, not the torn blouse, not the sex...the rape... She did not think very much. She dreamed of blackness, of... nothing.

Till...
Please go away...I want to sleep.

Again something shook her.

“No...,” she tried to pull herself away. But the grip was too tight, too...it hurt...and she awoke from the sound of her own scream.

Her eyes flew wide open and in the very first moment Stephanie did not know where she was, or why she felt so cold that it hurt.

But then, then she saw his face, saw all those deep scars, saw the darkness in his eyes...unforgiving and demanding....

“Hey, pussy-hole.... it’s time to fuck again.”

He pulled hard on her, pulled her to her feet. She was still partly caught in the dream world, partly caught in the real world. She only subconsciously figured out that the man had freed her from the shiny handcuffs.

The man, the Indian yanked so hard on her arm that Stephanie felt like he would pull out her arm. Incredible pain shot throughout her body and it took only a small portion of time for her to regain her consciousness. She was screaming, but felt to her huge relieve, that the pain started subsiding. The Indian took hold of her other arm too and then pressed the young woman against one wall in that stale smelling and badly illuminated cell.

Stephanie’s chest was heaving up and down and her eyes, again, were wide when she looked into the face of her enemy.

“I see, you’re still undressed....,” he smiled, “...good.”

Then the giant let go of her arms and instead took the remaining blouse in between his big and rough fingers. Slowly and with a knowing smile on his face the man pulled the very expensive silk down and over her shoulders. It slid down very easily and then the young, frightened woman was completely naked.

“Please let me go. I...I can’t...”

He took her shoulders again and bent down till his face was only inches away from her face.

“You will go when...and if I say so, honey. Today you will enjoy what I have in store for you.”

Her face seemed to melt into pure fear. What else would he do to her? Would he...her ass....no...

“Now, turn around, honey...”

The man turned the girl around, whirled her around, towards her bench.

“Bent down...”

Stephanie’s tears began running down her face again... still unable to hold herself together.

“Bent down!”

The giant’s fingers started pressing real hard into her shoulder and Stephanie screamed out aloud...

She bent down and placed her hands flat onto the old mattress.

Her captor kicked her left ankle and more pain, more tears flooded her slim body. She obeyed and felt a heavy weight on her chest, pressing down on her, hindering her to breathe...
Involuntarily she opened up her eyes, and saw, up side down, in between her legs, the man, undressing himself, pulling down his pants again.
No...oh God...no...nooooo...

She knew, there was no strength left in her soul. How much pain can one woman stand? How much pain, how much?.. She had totally lost control over any actions, over any part of her life.

She held her breath...saw his erect cock closing down on her...

Finally the man grabbed her pelvic bones, her hips and she heard his growling, dark voice booming throughout the cellar.

“Relax, pussy, relax...it doesn’t hurt if you relax now...!”

“Please don’t do that to me...please...!”

The tip of his huge cock touched her right buttock.

“No!”

Then the young woman felt his right hand on her butt. She felt the middle finger touching her rear and...he pressed it...it entered her anus and she held her breath. The middle finger of the giant Indian started moving in and out of her, obviously widening the opening. A little later a second finger joined the first one and the man kept on turning them in her back. Sharp pain shot through her rear and from there ran through the rest of her.

He pulled them out...and Stephanie closed her eyes.

Again the cock touched her.

The young woman shook her head slightly, trying to quit thinking, knowing what was about to happen. Tears left her eyes and hit the old mattress. She heard something, outside of her prison, somewhere in the distance, out there, on the streets...but she had no false hope of rescue.

She knew, here, in the worst part of town, here where people constantly were fighting to survive, there would be no one who would voluntarily help a Caucasian woman, a rich woman. And even if there was someone, some angel of mercy, this One would not try to fight the giant Indian. This creature would tear anyone apart who would dare try to interfere with his perverse lust.

He let go of her shoulders and she felt his huge hands on her buttocks. The man took hold of them with a firm grip...pulling the buttocks apart, opening up the anus...

“Oh God...”

The tip of his cock was positioned between the firm buttocks, directly over the opening in her back.

“God...,” she whispered with tears in her voice.

The man stepped closer, pressing down on her, pressing the cock against her body, so that Stephanie almost fell over, stepping forward but stopping before her legs were touching the bench.
His fingers were holding her tight, pulling her closer to him while his cock was pressed hard against the small hole...

And then the tip of his cock entered the rear...
“No!”

She started shaking...

Her breasts were moving from left to the right, her eyelids fluttering...

The cock went deeper into her anus...His grip became tighter and he pulled her closer... The cock, causing hot pain, entered her...went slowly but steadily into Stephanie’s anus...

“No!” she screamed.

And then the huge and hard penis was buried in Stephanie’s ass.

The girl was hyperventilating. Her limps were shaking, her eyes filled with tears; Stephanie’s muscles were trembling. Her mouth stood wide-open, saliva dripping from the upper teeth.

The hot pain grew in intensity, filled her, came rushing through her body. Tears were now constantly running down her soft cheeks and an equally constant moaning kept on escaping her mouth. Stephanie’s fingers were buried deep in the fabric of those old sheets laying on the mattress; she kept on fighting for her balance and closed her eyes as the Indian started ramming down his huge and very hard dock into the realm of her anus. He kept on pumping, he kept on pushing the penis into her rear, into the hurting, into the throbbing opening.

The cellar, the cell, the building seemed to be flooded with groaning, with sounds of pain and lust.

The giant shouted out his lust, his fingers buried into the soft flesh around her pelvis, causing more pain. He did not think about easing his grip on her...he did not think at all, was instead caught in the lust, in the pleasure, in his own pain, in the need to come to an end. And so, with each passing moment, the Indian pushed harder, pushed faster. And soon the fuck, and soon the rape turned into some twisted kind of act and lust. It turned into a comic version, into something not quite right...

The girl almost fainted, constantly on the verge of fainting out...

The Indian kept on rubbing his cock over her anus, pushing it, pushing it...

Minutes passed while other girls, in other cells, in the same cellar kept on hearing the atrocities, being inflicted on one rich, Caucasian and very innocent girl from uptown. They were listening to one act, they all had to endure before...
Some of them were very much relieved that it was not them who had to endure this again, that it was someone else who was being raped...

Some of them felt sorry for the girl; some closed their eyes, trying to shut out all the violence...

But closing her eyes did not prevent the act, did not stop the rape for Stephanie. She started praying, whispering to her God (the one who did nothing to stop the Indian)... urging time to pass on more quickly...

God, how good it would be to be alone again...
God how good it would be if this man would pull himself out of her body...
God....
Please...

And after only a few minutes... minutes that felt like an eternity, the act came to a sudden, but not unexpected stop...

A stop when the Indian felt it coming...

Coming to an end...

Yes, now, there only had to be...a few more...God...yes, again...

A warm pulse of lust seemed to come into one glow, one hot laser...one...

Yes...

Another push of his red and hurting cock into the tight asshole of this bitch...yes...oh God, how tight this beauty was...

Push, harder, faster...

And yes...

Yes...

The sperm shot out of him...

The sperm shot into Stephanie’s anus, into her ass, into her rear, into her body...

She felt it flowing into the wrong part, into the wrong opening... warm...

The Indian’s scream of fulfilled lust came loud and fast and hit the ears and souls of some women, some girls, laying on benches in one run down place in the worst part of town.

Finally Stephanie’s knees were too weak, finally they bent in and she fell over onto the bench. The cock, already on the way to it’s soft state, was pulled out of her by her move and when the young woman hit the mattress with her face, the Indian stumbled backwards and hit the door with his back.

The man was breathing hard, was breathing heavily and a dark glow radiated from his body. A huge smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes...

He pulled up his pants again, closed the belt and came strolling towards the bench where he let his eyes rest on the crumbled and shaking form of a slim, soft and beautiful woman. He still could not believe what kind of luck had pushed this Beauty into his doorway. What the hell was a girl like that doing in this part of town? Why would this angel come to him? He shook his head and decided not to think about fate and luck anymore. Sometimes life just was good to him.

And then some new idea found its way into his head and the Indian felt the surge of newly found energy flowing throughout his body. Why not...

He tilted his head slightly and kept on glancing down on the crying, young woman in front of him.

Yes, why not...

“On your feet, pussy!”

Stephanie, though, at first, did not hear the Indian barking down his order on her. She was caught in her own world, in a world that would not let through anything that might harm her. She felt the throbbing pain in her anus, felt the warm sperm running partly out of her, covering the wounds around the opening. And it hurt so much, so much...

Why wouldn’t she just faint? Why would God let this happen?

“Get onto your feet, bitch or I’ll fuck you again.”

She heard these words and they were reason enough to mobilize all the remaining energy in her broken body.

Slowly but steadily, the young woman turned over and pushed her legs over the edge of the bench. She then came to her feet and had to close her eyes for one second or two in order not to fall back again onto the bench. If that should happen, if she would fall back onto the bench the creature would come over her again. He would then half an easy task and hand. Just pushing apart her sweat covered legs and...

No...

No, she was on her feet, but kept on trembling from left to right, looking at him like a broken bird.

Please don’t hurt me again- was written all over her young face.

And it was exactly this expression that the man liked so much. This pleading for mercy was the one source of energy that charged his existence.

And this expression on the young and beautiful woman was the reason why he thought that his newest idea was absolutely right.

“Turn around...,” he whispered.

Stephanie gulped some saliva and nodded while she started turning on the spot. She turned around till she was facing her bench again.

God, she cried silently, Please don’t let anything more happen to me.

She heard him...doing something, not knowing what it was (not wanting to know).

“Give me your hands or I’ll take them from you with my knife.”

She straightened her arms behind her back and felt him grabbing them, holding them in his rough hands.

And then she felt the handcuffs again on her wrists. She felt him closing the cuffs...
He then let go of her hands, grabbing her shoulders instead. He turned her around looking into her pleading eyes...smiling...

“I guess you don’t know much about life on the streets...do you?”

Stephanie kept on looking...not acting...

“Do you?” he asked while his fingers pressed her shoulders with brutal force and tears shot in her eyes.

“No...no, I don’t!”

A smile distorted his features.

“Good.”

And with that one word, the man grabbed her and pulled her towards the cell-door. Stephanie was pulled out onto the small corridor, not knowing what this bastard would now do to her.

She was sobbing hot tears while her naked body was pushed and pulled along the dark corridor.

“Where are you taking me,” she demanded to know.

But the Indian did not answer her. He kept on pushing her till Stephanie could make out the opened door to the streets.

“What?” she asked, trying to turn around, trying to look into his face, searching for answers she knew he wouldn’t give her.

And then they were out on the deserted street.

They were out in the sunlight and Stephanie came to realize how awkward this was. She came to realize that she was completely naked and that a giant Indian with scars , all over his face, held her by her left arm.

“Look, little woman...you are in the slums of our glorious city. You are so far away from your wonderful world with shiny cars and lots of money...you are so far away from people who would take care of other people if they were in need of help. And I want to give you a present.”

She now turned and looked into his eyes.

“What...”
She saw that the Indian pulled out one blindfold.

“Turn around again,” his fingers were pushed harder into her soft flesh and Stephanie screamed out aloud.

“Please...help,” she screamed into the sunlight, fully aware that there was no one who would help her...

And then he pulled the blindfold over Stephanie’s eyes and pulled it so tight that her eyeballs hurt.

“Please, what are you doing?”

He finished his work and turned her around again so that she now was facing him again, though she couldn’t see him.

“I am going to let you go now, girl.”

No.

No, she couldn’t believe his words. He just couldn’t just let her go...naked, blindfolded, handcuffed...in these streets...

It would be her death sentence...it would be a license for murder, for ...rape...

“No! I won’t go! I won’t!”

She screamed at him, pleaded for mercy...

“Why are you doing this to me? Why...,” Stephanie turned around because she couldn’t hear him anymore.

“Where? Where are you? Please...,” her voice was shaking with pain, with rage and mostly with fear of what was about to happen to her.

“Ple-ease...,” she fell to her knees, fell onto the streets and started crying.

She kept on crying for ten minutes and she just did not care if anyone would see her, would hear her... she just felt so miserable that it did not seem to be possible to live a normal life again.

But then, after ten minutes, the girl’s will to survive kicked in.

Moaning in pain and pushing back all the remaining tears, the girl came to her feet again. And again she was shaking, and again on the verge of falling over. But She knew, she had to survive this trip through hell. She knew, she had survived two rapes...two...

Oh God, I’ve been raped twice in my life...This junkie in the mall...this Indian...

“Oh God, why are you doing this to me? Oh why...,” she said, stumbling forward with no sense of direction. The only thing she knew, the only reason why she kept on walking naked and broken, was the will to survive. She knew there was this small ray of light at the end of the tunnel. There would be therapy, there would be counseling...and...if she did this right, if nothing would happen to her...she could kill them both.

Joey Montana hated this Tuesday. He sat on one old stool, right in front of the old house where he kept hiding from the police. He sighed while he drank some beer...there just wasn’t anything to do. Just staring at the blue sky, just standing the heat, just drinking.

“Hey Joey,” Pablo said (his best pal)

“What?”

“I’m bored.”

Joey nodded.

“Me too,” Jose (second best friend) said.

“Want another beer?” Joey asked, sighing and already grabbing another bottle.

“Yes,” Pablo and Jose said in one voice.

The three, young men, kept on looking down onto cracked pavement, feeling bored, feeling...just bored.

But then Pablo heard something to his right and his head went up, turned right and his eyes fell onto something he never would have anticipated... not even in his dreams.

“Hey!”

He hit Jose but did not stop looking at...

Jose’s and Joey’s heads turned and their jaws sank down.

Three young men with no future saw one young woman who had a future stumbling naked towards them.

At once the three young men were on their feet.

Without consulting each other about what they had to do, they started walking toward a slim and beautiful girl with short dark-blonde hair, with full breasts and no gram fat on her hips. They saw the girl, noticed the blindfold and somehow did not find it strange that she was completely naked.

“Hey guys,” Joey said.

“What?”

“You think what I think?”

“What do you think?” Pablo asked.

“I think there is no one around.”

“So?”

“Hey, how often do you get this chance in your life. A beautiful girl... naked...stumbling towards you with no one around to help her.”

Pablo smiled.

“You think we should fuck her?” Jose asked Joey.

“Yes.”

And three young men with no future but rising cocks kept on walking toward Stephanie. She did not hear them at first; she kept on stumbling towards them, trying to find a way out of these slums. She did not know that her personal hell was not over yet. She did not know that her personal hell was about to break loose.

*****

To be continued…