Let me preface this story, it’s raw, a bit violent, and has rape and watersports involved. It does not glorify the act heavily instead focusing on the dark side of such a fantasy. This is also 100% fictional unlike my other pieces. I hope those who read on enjoy it, and I respect you if you chose not to read it or dislike the content. Just be respectful to those who do enjoy it.
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Initiation
They came in the dead of night. Burning, pillaging, murdering and raping my village until there was nothing left. We were told to be counted as lucky, the other young girls and I. We were captured and spared horrible fates of death and torture as we were lead away in tight binds. My wrists and ankles were raw by the time we arrived in their city. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Their homes were made of stone and thick hard wood, square in shape with pyramid like roofs. Much different then our homes, made from animal hides, wood, and clay.
They were different then us, fair skinned, tall, and cruel. We called them devils and cursed them in our language but that would not spare us. We were taken away, where to I’m not sure. They placed leather sacks over our heads and lead us there in carriages of steel. One by one I heard my family and friends taken away. My little screamed for me, I sobbed and I never saw or heard from her again to this day. She was barely of womanhood in our tribes eyes.
I was led, blind and in bondage to a dark chamber. There they removed my hood and left me. The room was empty but that of a bed of straw. Still in bindings I was barely able to move my ankles, able to shuffle slowly along. My hands were behind my back, crossed and sore. I remember on my first night I had to relieve myself in the corner of the room. I was ashamed and unable to remove my tunic as I pissed myself. After much time passed, I am uncertain to how much, as I was isolated in the dark, three men came into my chamber. They laughed when they saw the pee stains on my clothes. One of them drew a knife and sliced my tunic in two cutting the clothing away from me. I tried to protest but they did not know my language.
A thick leather collar was fastened around my neck, a rope bound to a ring on the front and they dragged me to the wall near my make shift bed. I stumbled and fell because of my leg bindings and they kicked me hard and yelled. I was bruised and beaten until I staggered to my feet. My lip was bloodied by one of their heavy leather boots and a few purple bruises now covered my torso. Finally I was pinned by one of them to the wall. He looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me. It was rough, dispassionate and full of the man’s lust. I tried to pull away but his fist slammed into my gut when I resisted. I wheezed and almost threw up. He wiped the tears from my eyes and the blood from my lip.
Their hands began to roam my body. First they groped and pulled on my bosom. I had large fertile breasts. My nipples were twisted and pulled until I screamed with pain. They seemed to find pleasure in my sobbing. They slapped my already sensitive nipples over and over with their open palms. If I resisted and recoiled I was either slapped hard in the face or punched in the stomach. One of them got on their knees and buried his nose in my ample bush. He inhaled my musky smell hungrily and slid his tongue between my legs. I trembled unable to move or resist. Physically his tongue felt amazing but emotionally and mentally I hated it with all my fiber. My body was betraying me though as I dampened with lust. They laughed and pointed at my crotch. The three of them teased the outside near my clit with their fingers. They were not going to penetrate me though. I figured that out shortly. They wanted to retain my virginity.
This fact greatly relieved me briefly until they grabbed my by my hair and threw me to the ground. I lay huddled on my side hoping they were done but then I saw their trousers drop to their ankles. I looked up at three bottomless men. All had hairy legs, bushy unkept pubic mounds and large manhoods. Their testicles were swollen and they were leering down at me as they stroked their cocks. I felt the first strand of hot smelly piss in my hair. A steady stream as it soaked my hair and ran down my face. I gasped and sputtered as the second strand hit my chest. The yellow liquid dripped from my naked chest, my nipples were like the eaves of a roof on a rainy day. The third man simply was stroking himself for a moment before he peed on my back. I felt his disgusting boiling warm piss run down my spine and between my legs.
I lay in the puddle of their urine unable to move. I felt broken. Then I was dragged again by the hair to my knees. One of them shoved his cock into my mouth and throat. His cock was sweaty, hard, and tasted of his piss. I coughed and gagged as he fucked my throat. I felt like I was going to die, I begged the gods to end it all. My throat was on fire as I vomited strands of saliva onto his balls and cock. He groaned and fucked my face harder. Each thrust slammed my nose into his pubes and his heavy balls slapped my chin. He pulled his cock free after a few minutes and with a grunt relieved his balls onto my face. Hot white strands coated my cheeks and forehead and stuck to my hair.
The second one followed his example and thrust deep into my throat. I gagged less the second time and didn’t vomit. Within minutes he was dripping with my spittle and he pulled himself free. I thought he was going unload at first but he stepped out of my vision and behind me. I felt his hands between my legs as he forced me onto all fours. The third man stood in front of me stroking himself. He forced my chin up to look at him with the toe of his leather boot. Then he spit on my face and caused me to wince and recoil. The second man buried his scruffy chin in my ass. His tongue was licking my anus and he spit on it. I felt my pussy involuntarily throb. I enjoyed my anus being licked. It was one of the only pleasures I felt this night and it was followed by the worst act they could do.
The second man knelt above my ass, his calves resting against my tail bone as he crouched over me. I felt the head of his cock align with my ass and he pushed it roughly inside. With a scream I tried to pull away but he grabbed my hair and held me like an reigned steed. My ass was on fire, it was stretched to the limit. I began to cry as he thrust in and out of my hole. His calves slapping against the top of my butt, the third man silenced my sobs by gagging me with his cock. Pinned between the two of them I was raped hard, brutally, and without mercy. I lost track of time, my mind went foggy. It was focused deep within my mind for comfort as my body used. I remember only their grunts of pleasure and their loads that followed. One deep in my throat, the gooey substance stuck to my throat and made me gag and cough. The second deep in my ass.
They left me laying in a puddle of cum, urine, spit, and the blood that slowly dripped from my anus. I remember realizing I had orgasmed during the rape as well, uncertain when but I knew the sticky feeing between my legs and the smell and texture of my arousal on my thighs. The men got dressed and left, I was once again alone in my new chambers and I was broken. Naked, bent, beaten, and raped. My new life was just starting. I touched the collar around my neck as I looked at my reflection in the pool of urine and I cried until I knew no more.
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