Megan - Rape Board

Innocuous_Stranger · 01-31-2012, 05:23 PM

Her wrists were tied.

It was the first thing that Megan realized as consciousness crept over her. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Her ankles were cuffed together and to top it all off, her mouth was packed with some sort of fabric--she suspected her own balled-up socks--and a rag, knotted at the back of her head, cut between her teeth and lips.

Groaning, she lifted her head. Darkness surrounded her but as her vision cleared, the room became more defined. The concrete floor, freshly swept; the dust-caked lightbulb dangling over her head. She lay in a circle of yellow light atop atop a bare mattress, the fabric dotted with brown splatter-shaped stains.

Her memory came back in bits and pieces. She'd been awakened in her bed when something had been pressed over her mouth. The rancid chemical stinging her nose and throat, the black-gloved hand pressing down on her chest. The abysmal dread of hearing her own muffled cries and knowing there was no one in the apartment to hear them. And at last, just before the chemical overwhelmed her, the stomach-churning words that trickled into her ear, riding a hot, moist breath that sent shudders down her spine:

"You can call me John. Sleep tight, Megan."

Megan looked herself over. Her panties and undershirt were gone. Her naked skin seemed to glow against the discolored mattress. She rolled onto her side, twisting her wrists against the rope. Testing her manacled ankles just caused the chain to jingle apathetically.

"Mmmph..." She groaned, her heartbeat quickening.

"Shut up," Came the hoarse reply.

Megan snapped her head to the source of the voice. John, still clad in black and wearing the mask and ski gloves, stepped out of the darkness. He stood beside the mattress, looking Megan over from head to toe. Feeling his gaze on her naked curves turned Megan's cheeks into rosy blossoms.

He brought a camera to his face and snapped a picture.

"MMPH!"

"I said shut up. Look at the camera." John clutched a handful of Megan's luxurious brown hair and wrenched her head up, and snapped a picture of her face. "Lay there and be quiet."

Trembling, Megan curled up on the mattress. John crossed the room and took a seat at a desk. He moved the mouse and the screen popped to life. He plugged the camera into the computer and the pictures he'd taken appeared on the monitor. Megan blushed again.

Was he going to email them, and demand a ransom? The appearance of $50,000 next to her face, in bright red letters, reinforced this notion. Next, her name appeared: Megan Miles.

Her heart skipped a beat. John knew her whole name. But how? Even with the mask, Megan would surely have recognized him. Perhaps he'd seen her somewhere--a lacrosse game, perhaps. That was probably it: he'd been pressed for money and decided kidnapping was his best bet. Megan went to a very prestigous college, so John knew she was well-connected, and lacrosse games were open to the public. She'd probably scored, and learned her name from the announcer.

John's eyes snapped Megan from her thoughts. They wandered up and down her body, and then he turned back to the computer. Shrugging one shoulder, he changed $50,000 to $25,000.

$25,000? Megan was offended. She was worth 50, if not 100.

John rose and moved to her feet. "Lay still," he grunted. Pulling a small key from his pocket, he released one of Megan's ankles. He spun the cuff and attached the opposite end to an iron ring bolted to the floor by the corner of the mattress.

Try as she might, Megan could not lay still. He grabbed her free foot and separated it from its companion. She struggled to keep her knees together but John's strength, coupled with his leverage, won out. He pulled Megan's foot to the opposite corner and, straddling her calf, produced a second pair of handcuffs and affixed her ankle to the floor.

Blushing controllably, Megan fidgeted. The cuffs kept her legs splayed lewdly, and her bound wrists--acting as a podium of sorts under her bum--only served to worsen the disgusting pose.

From John's point of view, though, Megan supposed it made sense. Restrained like this left her completely immobilized. With her arms trapped under her body, she had no chance of getting her wrists untied; having her feet cuffed separately meant that if one pair failed, the other would still be in place.

Swallowing hard, Megan tried to make herself comfortable. Apparently, she would be laying like this until the ransom was paid. Her stomach growled and the socks had dried out her mouth. Wondering if John had taken her needs into account, Megan lifted her head, hoping she could plead with her eyes enough to earn her a snack.

John stood at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, releasing his straining hard-on.

Megan went pale. She looked over her positioning and then turned her attention to the computer monitor.

John hadn't been working on an email; he'd been on a website of some kind. The site's headline, which had previously been obscured by John's head, read:

For Sale (Used)

Bare chested with his pants around his ankles, John climbed onto the mattress and knelt between Megan's thighs. His penis stood fully erect, the tip glimmering with fluid.

"MMMMPH! NNNNN!"

He crawled over Megan's body, eclipsing her, his enormous hands coming to rest on either side of her head. He reached between his legs and aligned his cock with her loins, and then took a hold of Megan's shoulders. In one swift move, he lowered his hips and drove his cock inside her.

Megan's vision went red. She squealed into the gag as his cock plunged inside her. The hairs on his testicles prickled at her bum for a moment and then he withdrew just long enough to pull back and drill into her again.

The chains anchoring Megan's ankles to the floor went tight and the ropes bit into her wrists. John's fingers clenched tight around Megan's shoulders, and tighter still as she struggled.

Hot tears formed in Megan's eyes, dribbled down the cheek, and disappeared into the fabric of the gag. She could hear her stifled pleas, but it became quickly apparent that hers were the only compassionate ears to hear them.

John pistoned against Megan's crotch, his hips like sandpaper on her milky thighs. He'd started panting and groaning between his gritted teeth and his palms had grown slick on Megan's shoulders.

The excruciating pain in Megan's vagina had dulled to a numbed throbbing, but she could still feel his fat shaft grating in and out, stretching her channel and twitching at the stimulation.

White-hot fluid filled her loins as John detonated. Megan tilted her head back and screamed as he plunged fully inside her, his cock firing endless waves of ejaculate into the deepest recesses of Megan's nethers.

Relaxing now, John gave Megan's loins a few extra vision pumps for good measure and withdrew. His jagged breathing felt cool on her tear-streaked cheeks. Male fluid dribbled from her throbbing pussy and trickled down the crack of her bum.

Ignoring Megan's sobs, John stood and pulled up his pants, and went to the computer to hit Refresh. The screen twitched, and then the headline read [Sold].

"We have about an hour," John remarked, picking up a bottle of greenish liquid and a rag from the table. "We need to get you cleaned up and douched."

John's words barely registered with Megan but when he tipped the bottle over the rag and pressed it over her face, she sprung to life.

"MMMMnnn! NNNN!"

"Just breathe, Megan," John grunted, pinning her head to the mattress by her forehead.

She couldn't pass out. At least if she was conscious, there was a chance she could defend herself. She held her breath as long as she could, but John was patient. She inhaled deeply, the chemical rushing in through her nostrils and poisoning her lungs.

"NNNN! NNNnnnn! Nnnnnn...!"

John's faceless form became fuzzy and faultered. Darkness pressed at the edges of Megan's vision. Her toes and fingers went numb, followed by her limbs.

Her head swam and a tear formed at the edge of her eye. As John removed the rag and Megan's head drooped to the side, the tear dripped from her face. By the time it hit the mattress, everything had gone black.

AlterEgo · 01-31-2012, 06:40 PM

Very good story.

Innocuous_Stranger · 02-01-2012, 04:01 PM

Thanks!

memorex · 02-01-2012, 05:29 PM

Great story, would love to read more on what happens to Megan when she's sold

01-31-2012, 05:23 PM	#1
Innocuous_Stranger Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2012 Posts: 7 Reputation: 10	Megan Her wrists were tied. It was the first thing that Megan realized as consciousness crept over her. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Her ankles were cuffed together and to top it all off, her mouth was packed with some sort of fabric--she suspected her own balled-up socks--and a rag, knotted at the back of her head, cut between her teeth and lips. Groaning, she lifted her head. Darkness surrounded her but as her vision cleared, the room became more defined. The concrete floor, freshly swept; the dust-caked lightbulb dangling over her head. She lay in a circle of yellow light atop atop a bare mattress, the fabric dotted with brown splatter-shaped stains. Her memory came back in bits and pieces. She'd been awakened in her bed when something had been pressed over her mouth. The rancid chemical stinging her nose and throat, the black-gloved hand pressing down on her chest. The abysmal dread of hearing her own muffled cries and knowing there was no one in the apartment to hear them. And at last, just before the chemical overwhelmed her, the stomach-churning words that trickled into her ear, riding a hot, moist breath that sent shudders down her spine: "You can call me John. Sleep tight, Megan." Megan looked herself over. Her panties and undershirt were gone. Her naked skin seemed to glow against the discolored mattress. She rolled onto her side, twisting her wrists against the rope. Testing her manacled ankles just caused the chain to jingle apathetically. "Mmmph..." She groaned, her heartbeat quickening. "Shut up," Came the hoarse reply. Megan snapped her head to the source of the voice. John, still clad in black and wearing the mask and ski gloves, stepped out of the darkness. He stood beside the mattress, looking Megan over from head to toe. Feeling his gaze on her naked curves turned Megan's cheeks into rosy blossoms. He brought a camera to his face and snapped a picture. "MMPH!" "I said shut up. Look at the camera." John clutched a handful of Megan's luxurious brown hair and wrenched her head up, and snapped a picture of her face. "Lay there and be quiet." Trembling, Megan curled up on the mattress. John crossed the room and took a seat at a desk. He moved the mouse and the screen popped to life. He plugged the camera into the computer and the pictures he'd taken appeared on the monitor. Megan blushed again. Was he going to email them, and demand a ransom? The appearance of $50,000 next to her face, in bright red letters, reinforced this notion. Next, her name appeared: Megan Miles. Her heart skipped a beat. John knew her whole name. But how? Even with the mask, Megan would surely have recognized him. Perhaps he'd seen her somewhere--a lacrosse game, perhaps. That was probably it: he'd been pressed for money and decided kidnapping was his best bet. Megan went to a very prestigous college, so John knew she was well-connected, and lacrosse games were open to the public. She'd probably scored, and learned her name from the announcer. John's eyes snapped Megan from her thoughts. They wandered up and down her body, and then he turned back to the computer. Shrugging one shoulder, he changed $50,000 to $25,000. $25,000? Megan was offended. She was worth 50, if not 100. John rose and moved to her feet. "Lay still," he grunted. Pulling a small key from his pocket, he released one of Megan's ankles. He spun the cuff and attached the opposite end to an iron ring bolted to the floor by the corner of the mattress. Try as she might, Megan could not lay still. He grabbed her free foot and separated it from its companion. She struggled to keep her knees together but John's strength, coupled with his leverage, won out. He pulled Megan's foot to the opposite corner and, straddling her calf, produced a second pair of handcuffs and affixed her ankle to the floor. Blushing controllably, Megan fidgeted. The cuffs kept her legs splayed lewdly, and her bound wrists--acting as a podium of sorts under her bum--only served to worsen the disgusting pose. From John's point of view, though, Megan supposed it made sense. Restrained like this left her completely immobilized. With her arms trapped under her body, she had no chance of getting her wrists untied; having her feet cuffed separately meant that if one pair failed, the other would still be in place. Swallowing hard, Megan tried to make herself comfortable. Apparently, she would be laying like this until the ransom was paid. Her stomach growled and the socks had dried out her mouth. Wondering if John had taken her needs into account, Megan lifted her head, hoping she could plead with her eyes enough to earn her a snack. John stood at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, releasing his straining hard-on. Megan went pale. She looked over her positioning and then turned her attention to the computer monitor. John hadn't been working on an email; he'd been on a website of some kind. The site's headline, which had previously been obscured by John's head, read: For Sale (Used) Bare chested with his pants around his ankles, John climbed onto the mattress and knelt between Megan's thighs. His penis stood fully erect, the tip glimmering with fluid. "MMMMPH! NNNNN!" He crawled over Megan's body, eclipsing her, his enormous hands coming to rest on either side of her head. He reached between his legs and aligned his cock with her loins, and then took a hold of Megan's shoulders. In one swift move, he lowered his hips and drove his cock inside her. Megan's vision went red. She squealed into the gag as his cock plunged inside her. The hairs on his testicles prickled at her bum for a moment and then he withdrew just long enough to pull back and drill into her again. The chains anchoring Megan's ankles to the floor went tight and the ropes bit into her wrists. John's fingers clenched tight around Megan's shoulders, and tighter still as she struggled. Hot tears formed in Megan's eyes, dribbled down the cheek, and disappeared into the fabric of the gag. She could hear her stifled pleas, but it became quickly apparent that hers were the only compassionate ears to hear them. John pistoned against Megan's crotch, his hips like sandpaper on her milky thighs. He'd started panting and groaning between his gritted teeth and his palms had grown slick on Megan's shoulders. The excruciating pain in Megan's vagina had dulled to a numbed throbbing, but she could still feel his fat shaft grating in and out, stretching her channel and twitching at the stimulation. White-hot fluid filled her loins as John detonated. Megan tilted her head back and screamed as he plunged fully inside her, his cock firing endless waves of ejaculate into the deepest recesses of Megan's nethers. Relaxing now, John gave Megan's loins a few extra vision pumps for good measure and withdrew. His jagged breathing felt cool on her tear-streaked cheeks. Male fluid dribbled from her throbbing pussy and trickled down the crack of her bum. Ignoring Megan's sobs, John stood and pulled up his pants, and went to the computer to hit Refresh. The screen twitched, and then the headline read [Sold]. "We have about an hour," John remarked, picking up a bottle of greenish liquid and a rag from the table. "We need to get you cleaned up and douched." John's words barely registered with Megan but when he tipped the bottle over the rag and pressed it over her face, she sprung to life. "MMMMnnn! NNNN!" "Just breathe, Megan," John grunted, pinning her head to the mattress by her forehead. She couldn't pass out. At least if she was conscious, there was a chance she could defend herself. She held her breath as long as she could, but John was patient. She inhaled deeply, the chemical rushing in through her nostrils and poisoning her lungs. "NNNN! NNNnnnn! Nnnnnn...!" John's faceless form became fuzzy and faultered. Darkness pressed at the edges of Megan's vision. Her toes and fingers went numb, followed by her limbs. Her head swam and a tear formed at the edge of her eye. As John removed the rag and Megan's head drooped to the side, the tear dripped from her face. By the time it hit the mattress, everything had gone black.

01-31-2012, 06:40 PM	#2
AlterEgo Junior Member Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 15 Reputation: 193	Very good story.

02-01-2012, 04:01 PM	#3
Innocuous_Stranger Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2012 Posts: 7 Reputation: 10	Thanks!

02-01-2012, 05:29 PM	#4
memorex Member Join Date: Nov 2011 Location: UK Posts: 58 Reputation: 2026	Great story, would love to read more on what happens to Megan when she's sold