[graheg]

*WARNING: Non-consensual fantasy fiction. Contains explicit and extremely graphic depictions of bondage and forced sex. None of this is real. Do not read if this bothers you.
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100 mg of viagra super-active. Popped.

Graheg entered the room slowly, heart racing, closing and dead-bolting the door behind him.

Despite the safety and obscurity of the school, he loved the idea of total security. Something about being locked in the room with a tied and gagged teenage girl. No one in or out. Just him and his little vee.

“I’m all ready for you sweetheart…” He heard her whimper in the suitcase that was dumped next to the large dirty mattress on the floor in his ‘fuck palace’ as he called it.

Rolls of heavy duty black tape, a bag of cable ties, bundles of thin, harsh rope, a hunting knife, scissors, handcuffs and bottles of lubricants lay nearby, neatly arranged next to high grade intoxicants, whiskey, beer, a ziplock full of fat blunts, more viagra pills and other chemical stimulants. He was always prepared for long, exciting periods of raping young, frightened girls.

He sat next to the suitcase, legs spread out to either sides, cracked open a beer and finished it in four giant gulps. He then lit a fat joint and smoked it with large drags between teasing her.

“Do you think the police have started looking for you? You’re two and a half hours away from where you were taken. That’s a long, long way off, far away in no man’s land, surrounded by thick jungle in the sweltering heat.
It’s going to be hard for them you know? No road cameras,country’s too poor, hahaha, no witnesses as far as i know, no proper roads to this place, even if they knew how to get this far.
Your phone has been destroyed. no GPS tricks there. The cops will ask around the city pointlessly, showing off your pretty picture. Have you seen this girl? Everyone will say no. Who cares?
People are too busy being poor. Think they want to help find you? You’re right here with me, your new, beloved daddy, and NO ONE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.

Except my trusty delivery man of course. Who is paid well for his good, good work…maybe i’ll let him play with you too, after i’m done with you of course. Maybe when i’m taking a break from unloading sperm into your lovely body. Maybe two to three days time…”

He finished smoking the potent joint, satisfied with the way his senses were very much heightened. He devoured another can of beer, chased it with a few shots of fine whiskey. He was sweating profusely, drunk, his fat body hot and tingling and excited. Slowly, he opened the zip of the suitcase just a little, he bent over and put his face at the opening. He inhaled deeply. “Ohhhhh, ooooooh yessss. you smel really gooood. Sweaty and steaming and full of terrors….” He inhaled deeply some more, his cock growing in the tight panties he had on. There was something wonderful about the way a teenage girl smells. Clean and dirty at the same time. Fresh and juicy. Maybe it was all the crap they ate. fast food and what not. He opened the zipper some more, letting light in. He peeked. Her back was facing him, he glimpsed the white material of her dress, made partly translucent because of her sweating, showing off the thin strip at the back of her white bra. Carefully he pinched the part where the hooks were, pulled it then snapped it back against her skin. She jerked forward, a half yelp escaping her, with no where to move really. “Did i scare you Val? we’re just getting started baby…” He unzipped the rest of the suitcase completely, throwing off the covers. And there she was. 19 year old Valerie Tan, curled and shaking in her white virgin dress. She felt the cool air but it was no reprieve. A new wave of panic filled her. No more was she 'safe’ in the suitcase. Her body was now exposed.

Her captor was leering at her, she knew. Graheg’s eyes roamed her tiny waist, sloping and curving, her legs, smooth and tender. The black cable ties were tight, he could see, cutting into her below the knees, her ankles. She had no shoes on. His gaze ran over her small soles, her cute toes. She shivered. She was scared. He could hear her clearly now, whimpering. He lowered his face to the side of her arms, sniffed her. She bucked and struggled, head finally rising out slightly from her entrapment. The black hood was cinched at her neck, her lovely long hair spilling out from under. He lifted portions of her lamb soft hair and sniffed it. Sweat and shampoo, floral and fruity.

Bunching and twirling it in his hand, he struggled to get up then with one ruthless tug, he dragged her out from the suitcase. Her scream was gurgled, her body twisted, arms straining against her bonds. She could barely balance herself and was tossed sideways unto the mattress. Instinctively and immediately, she pushed herself away from his presence, frantic and driven by fear, she used her bare feet to propel her body anywhere, anywhere but here.

Her head shot left to right, confused, directionless. He was amused and let her struggle, jerking and pushing her body but finding it difficult because she couldn’t feel much, legs and arms numb from her prior position. “Where you going baby? Door is the other way…” He was enjoying this.

The sounds she was making behind her gag was erotic to him. Short bursts of guttural desperation. She could have been saying, no, no, no. He picked up the suitcase and sent it crashing against the far end of the room, out of the way, nothing between him and his fuck toy. He crept towards her small, writhing body, studying it in her full extended glory.

That little dress.

All that fair flesh. Her slender neck, the spaghetti straps, the curve of her shoulder blades and upper arms, her unblemished skin, the rest of her arms disappearing behind her, bound. The thin, white bra straps. Her supple a-cup breasts, the curve of her waist, her flat stomach rising and falling with frightful breathing, her damp, sweat soaked dress hugging her body.
He looked to her legs, the hemline ending three inches above her knees, her beautiful thighs and calves, the black cable tie around her ankles.

“you’re so petite…soo small” graheg said, amazed. “I hope i don’t break your ribs when i crawl on you completely naked…”

She moaned and struggled some more, crawling on her back desperately inching away from the source of his voice. Reaching the end of the mattress, she panicked and stopped moving, unsure if it was a bed she was on.
She could fall, break something, die. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want to be violated either. 'stripped and raped. Cannot scream.’ Fragments of the brutal song played again in her head.
With no where left to go, she pulled her knees up towards her chest, stomach protecting her crotch it seemed.

Graheg stared at her ass, rounded, small, perky. He could see her panty line. He circled her like a shark till he stood behind her.
He plopped onto the mattress,above her head. she panicked again, tried to turn away, to some other direction, pleading through her gag.

"What you saying baby? oh! You want me to hug you? You’re afraid? Sure!“ She screamed when he gripped her shoulders to push her up, moved his body further in. He spread his legs, cheerleader skirt riding up, then pulled her back in, letting the back of her body lean against his big stomach, he wrapped his bear like hands around her waist and squeezed her to him tight. her crossed his fat legs over legs. She bucked maniacally in his vice grip, struggling to pull away, grunting, groaning, legs banging the mattress, trying to pull herself forward out of his grip.

No use.

He pressed his cheeks to her hooded head. "Little veeee, little veee,” he sang, “should i begin stripping theeee?” He held on to her waist with his left hand as his right started un-cinching the hood just under her chin. He pulled at the leather cords opening up the hood. He was excited to see her pretty face.

Gripping the top of the hood, he pulled it off her in small increments until it was completely off.
The cool air hit her face, bright lights hurt her eyes. She had been in the dark so long and the first unforgettable sight was a full length mirror on the wall opposite her, and a terrible being behind her, cradling her.
She had no time to decide which sight was worst. The head harness her face was in, mouth clamped shut with black leather or that large, black face snorting her neck, shocking pink hair falling down the sides of his face.

He didn’t want to look in that mirror, in case he could see between her legs. Instead, he focused on her neck, the sweat, the soapy smells, the close range of her gagged noises. His cock grew wild but it was trapped in the panties he wore. It hurt him but it gave him immense pleasure.

He kissed the taut straps that ran across her bulging cheeks, round teh back of her head, down the sides of her jaw, over the top of her skull and under her chin, compressing her face tightly. It was sexy but he wanted to re-gag her. He bit and munched on her neck and could clearly tell she was trying to turn away. So, so pointless.

He clamped his hand over her already gagged mouth and pushed her head against his neck, he rested his face against her right ear, tongue flicking and slithering into it.

“I watched that interview with you on youtube,” he began, “ what was it you were saying? oh yes. I want to spend everyday happy with my family and friends! Are you happy now little Vee? Will you be happy with your new mommy? Mommy has a big fat cock. Do you want to suck on mommy’s cock? I like you little vee. You smell and taste nice…”

she cried and cried, half given up on struggling as he continued licking her creamy neck. His grip was too tight. He pulled her in even tighter.
"Your days will be so different now… I’m the one who is going to be truly happy. I’ve got a young sweet thing all to myself. I’ll be licking you and touching you and kissing you all over.“

He started kissing her ears, her temple, her eyes. Licking at her tears that streamed profusely. ” I’m going to really enjoy stripping you. Nice and slow. Tying you up in different ways. Spreading out your young body, gagging you real tight with all sorts of horrible things.“ He pressed his disgusting, putrid mouth into her ears.

"Happy happy days, fucking your tight cunt. Your slippery mouth, your cute ass. Rubbing my cock all of your body and face…fucking and fucking and fucking you for hours, all day and all night long. You like that Valerie? you want that?” Her body was shaking with her sobs and sporadic screams. He laughed. kissed her gag noisily.

"We are going to have so much fun!“

He pushed her body forward, then pressing down on her shoulders, he pushed himself up. He let her fall back between his legs as he stood above her. Immediately she turned her head, screwed her eyes shut. He stooped a bit over her face. "look up! Open your pretty eyes! I’m wearing pretty panties for you! LOOK UP!”

She didn’t do a thing. “I’ll fucking drown you in the unflushed toilet bowl if you don’t FUCKING LOOK UP!!!” The shouting terrified her more than she already was. Reluctantly she turned her head, opened her eyes against her will. The sight above her was terrible. A flaring cheerleader skirt exposing a bulking crotch, alive and moving, trying to tear through gross looking underwear.
His inner thighs were grimy, with sweat dripping onto her face. She blanked out her mind, tried not to see while seeing.

He slowly, theatrically dropped to his knees burying her head beneath his skirt, heavy balls in stinking panties pressing against her nose, he crushed her head between his thighs. She could not turn away in time. Frantically, she raised her bound feet and jerked it forward, trying to pull out. Immediately he grabbed the top of her thighs with both hands and with all his weight, he pinned them down into the mattress. She could hardly budge her legs. His nails dug into her flesh through her dress. She could hardly trash against this nightmare. He could feel her screams rumbling against his crotch.

And the smell. Oh god, the smell of him. She retched air. He started rubbing his groin up and down her face. The smell nauseating her.
He dropped his head down and buried his face into her stomach, using his lips, he bit her dress making 'mam mam’ noises, wanting so much to just pull her dress upwards towards him with his mouth, just to expose her crotch and panties. But he took control. No. Not now. He continued rubbing his groin in her face, harder and harder.

She twisted and turned her head left to right, which made it worse as she was rubbing her own face in his bulge, the lace of his panties rough on her face. He kissed her knees and calf, then suddenly, unceremoniously, he got off her. Immediately, she rolled off away from him, off the mattress and onto the cold, hard floor. With all her new found energy, she continued rolling away, mindlessly banging into the mirror against the wall. From there she used her feet again to push herself to the corner. He simply went after her, grinning. He grabbed her hair and dragged her back onto the mattress. “We’re not done yet!” he growled.

The booze and viagra and drugs was starting to peak in his body. He reached behind for the hook of his skirt, that was nearly rolling off his fat body. He pulled the zip down. Valerie was sobbing uncontrollably. "look at me, cunt! or i’ll suffocate you!“ Her eyes half opened, peering through tears, body shaking. He wriggled out of the skirt, letting it fall, showing her the full glory of his swollen member that was trying to grow out of his panties.

She shook her head, as if that would stop his act. Thick, messy pubic hair stuck out through the lacy designs, the bulk of his lower stomach made the leg holes in the panties larger. Such a grotesque sight. Then, like a striptease, he gingerly peeled off his negligee, tossing his long messy pink hair left and right, swaying his excited body in slow circles, occasionally pumping his crotch to and fro, humming some sickening tune, exposing bit by bit, his hairy, sweaty black body. She nearly puked. When he finally pulled off the silky thing, he swung it above his head for effect, tossed it away and strutted towards her.

She was too tired by then to push herself away, having learnt that it was useless. Her head still hurt from the dragging, her face wet with tears. He was breaking her bit by bit. He knelt beside her, she scrounged her body, retreating. He tumbled over and sat down cross legged. He held her shoulders from the front, then pulled her up and hugged her. she turned away from his stinking hair and beard, his roaming tongue. With his right hand he pushed her head gently so it rested on his shoulders, she was coughing into her gag.

"i’m sorry i yelled at you,” he said in a gentle voice, kissing the leather across her mouth. It was maddening, this play of violence and subtleness. “I just wanted you to see how pretty i am. You are prettier of course.” He stroked her hair as she sobbed. She tried to say 'please stop, please stop,’ but it all came out insensible.

“ I know, I know,” he replied, “we have to change your gag to something tighter, I know. I’ve got the tape and ropes ready. shhhh. shhh.” Valerie was very very tired, mind reeling, her body was still on high alert, tensed and anxious. she made small noises in her throat, she was praying now for it to all go away, 'god please, god please make it stop. make it stop’ but it fell on deaf ears. Tears continued to stream down her face. She still didn’t want to believe this was happening…. He kissed her some more.

“we’ll get you naked real soon ok? real real soon….” he gently pushed her onto her back and fumbled to get up, his fats wobbling. she bent her knees, drew it towards her again. “we have to stuff your mouth with something yummy ok?” she saw him tuck his thumbs into the sides of his panties….