[Fiction] Erin's Hell

[Instinct]

Amazing. I wonder what happens next.. I love how Isabel's presence inspired Erin's courage & made her strong enough to try leaving once & for all!

[Ethan2cu]

Originally Posted by Instinct

Amazing. I wonder what happens next.. I love how Isabel's presence inspired Erin's courage & made her strong enough to try leaving once & for all!

Yes, Erin is inspired, but, I'm scared that she's going to try to escape and only run into those three disgusting pigs... who will then finish her off.

[I need punishing]

Yes, Erin is inspired, but, I'm scared that she's going to try to escape and only run into those three disgusting pigs... who will then finish her off.

oh i do hope so. she needs to be punished ^^.

[Stormwalker22]

I love this story!

[xXScarlettezXx]

oooo...im really scared for those girls....

[skjelner]

Erin wandered carefully through the dark, not knowing what might lie before her or even how large the room was. “Is,” she whispered back after a while, “I promise if I make it out I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”

“I know,” Isabel’s response was nearly inaudible, and when Erin turned around she could only barely see her friend lying in the small patch of light. She had walked further than she thought.

Erin pressed on, now in total blackness, taking great care not to trip, although she never seemed to encounter anything on the floor. Just how big is this place? she wondered to herself. It had been several minutes now, which meant they weren’t just in some basement room; it had to be something much bigger. Various ideas of what this building might be rushed through Erin’s head, each making less sense than the last.

Finally Erin’s outstretched fingers bumped abruptly into what felt like solid concrete: She had reached a wall at last. Perhaps because she was left handed, Erin decided to go left, keeping one hand on the wall for guidance. Her eyes had begun to adjust somewhat, though it was still next to impossible to see anything. But it was all the same to her, as there appeared to be nothing to see anyway: by all Erin’s accounts, the cavernous room was completely empty except for Isabel’s chains and the few contraptions she had spotted on the walls earlier.

Erin walked for another minute more before the texture of the wall suddenly changed. It felt like wood and Erin, assuming it to be a door, immediately reached around for a handle. She turned out to be correct: quickly her hand found its way to a cool metal bar, and to her surprise the door creaked open when she turned it. She wanted very badly to shout to Isabel but didn’t want to risk being heard by the cameras she was sure were trained on her friend. Instead, she slipped through the door, shutting it carefully behind her.

The hallway before her was also dark, but not too dark to see. Erin searched around for another exit, but like the room she had just left, there appeared to be nothing but smooth concrete lining every surface. She began to jog down the hall, eager to find anything that might be of help. Each slap of her bare feet against the rough concrete sent more waves of pain through her body, but by this point Erin had learned to ignore the pain: all she thought of was getting herself and her friend out of this nightmare.

At last Erin glimpsed another discoloration up ahead on the left wall. As she grew closer she confirmed it was another door. In a moment of pure desire, she sprinted to it and tugged on the handle. Nothing. Erin yanked on the handle a few more times out of frustration before realizing something: she couldn’t see any hinges. She let out a deep breath, then turned the handle once more and pushed. The door immediately flew open, and Erin staggered forward as a brilliant light suddenly flickered on. Stunned, she released the door handle and struggled to get her bearings.

The bright light kept Erin from opening her eyes for several seconds, but when she was finally able do so she realized she had fallen to her knees. She slowly looked up to find a familiar face smiling at her.

“Hello, Erin. It’s been a while.”

[I need punishing]

omg! whoooo could this fimiliar face be??? I vote the other friend...i forget her name.

[Instinct]

It might be Devoted or one of the people from the sub-story...but I'm not sure o.o Maybe an ex-boyfriend that she was a prude to?

[Ethan2cu]

I am so happy there's another chapter, it was very suspenseful .. don't leave us hanging on too long.. who is the familiar face??

[Stormwalker22]

Awesome story I cant wait to find out who it is

[skjelner]

“It’s … you!” Erin cried.

“Me.”

Sitting at a round table in front of her was Brian, Erin’s yoga teacher. Well, former yoga teacher: about a year ago, in fact soon after Erin and Emily had met, Emily suggested they join a yoga class to stay in shape (and possibly meet some guys). Erin agreed, but after a few months her interest waned and she stopped showing up. Soon after, Emily stopped too. But clearly Brian still remembered her because now here he was, grinning casually with his feet propped up on the table.

Erin slowly stood up as she looked at her former teacher. About medium height, Brian had a hard, toned body, Erin assumed from years of regular workouts. She guessed he was several years older than her, probably close to 30. He was wearing cargo shorts and a fitted T-shirt, much different attire than the spandex she remembered him wearing to class. As Erin looked at him, her eyes traveled up to his head, which was completely bald. With a sudden panicky feeling, she realized it must have been Brian who kidnapped Isabel—Is had never met him, so of course she wouldn’t have recognized him as Erin and Emily’s yoga instructor.

“You kidnapped Isabel?!” Erin backed up and reached for the door handle, but could not open it. When the door shut, it must have locked automatically. She looked around to find that the only other exit was another wooden door directly behind Brian. For now, she was trapped.

“How did you know that? Never mind, I don’t really care. I’m just glad to be here with you, Erin. Your friend Isabel is quite the little firecracker—with a very hot little body I will admit—but imagine my disappointment when I was told I wouldn’t be capturing you as well. Every time you walked into my class in that tight spandex, just barely restraining those big, round tits, I’ve been wanting to get a piece of that ass. You were such a fucking tease, Erin, always picking the spot closest to me, stretching for juuuust a bit longer than the other girls, wearing shorter shorts than anyone else … mmm.”

Erin was startled: she didn’t think any of this was true at all; at least, she never intentionally worked out close to Brian, nor did she intend to flirt with him at all. In fact she had never been all that into yoga and was glad when she finally decided to quit. She much preferred being more active, such as doing gymnastics.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Erin. That look is something only dirty sluts give, trying to appear innocent and apathetic when in reality you’re aching for a hard dicking. I remember you doing those low squats, so very low, with your tiny spandex shorts almost revealing what I bet is quite a luscious little pussy. In fact, I know it is, because I could practically see it through those shorts, and, of course, I can see it now.

Erin had practically forgotten she was naked and yelped at this, struggling to cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands. Her back now pressed against the wood, and she knew she would have only one chance to make a break for the opposite door.

“Don’t get any closer, you fucking pig!”

“Come on, don’t be so shy. From what my colleagues have told me, you can be quite the willing little whore when you’ve been … persuaded enough.” Brian smiled and advanced toward her. “God damn, girl, look at those tits. Even though they’re all bruised and red now, they look even better than I had imagined when staring at them in yoga. So fucking perky; I’ve never seen anything like them. You don’t even need a bra, girl, they don’t sag in the least. And so big, too.”

Her new captor was now just a few feet from Erin, and she shrank down, inching ever so slowly to the left. She quickly glanced once toward the opposite door, then back at Brian, who was staring at her chest. She pressed her arm harder against her breasts, covering as much as possible.

“So afraid to show off your body, even though we both know you’ll be showing plenty of it again very soon. How big are those wonderful tits, Erin? No, let me guess … a D? Maybe a large C?”

Erin didn’t answer and kept shuffling to the left.

“Still shy? Oh, Erin, where are you going?” Brian suddenly leapt toward her, but Erin was too fast for him. She dashed under his outstretched arms and ran around the table as fast as she could toward the door. But instead of following, Brian simply stood and laughed, and Erin realized after it was too late that this door was locked too. Distraught, Erin yanked and yanked at the door handle, screaming at it to open.

“No, no, no, no, no, come ON!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face for the umpteenth time since her captivity. Finally she gave up and collapsed to the floor, sitting crossed legged, her bruised body aching again from the sudden stress. She barely noticed Brian until he was standing over her and yelped when he put his hand on her shoulder.

[skjelner]

“It’s time to go, Erin. You can follow me like a good girl and we can do this the easy way, or if you’re going to keep being a crying mess, we’ll do it the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Erin screamed in his face, as she was too tired to do anything else. “I’m not doing anything you say.”

“Oh, I think you will. But for now I guess we’ll do this the hard way.” Brian stooped down and grabbed Erin around the waist from behind, then lifted her straight into the air. Erin began screaming again and attempted to kick or slap her way free. But Brian was much stronger, and Erin became instantly disoriented when he suddenly flipped her upside down. Her head dangling a few feet above the floor, Erin’s back now pressed against Brian’s chest, and he gripped her tightly around her waist, holding it just in front of his face. Erin could see the upside down image of the table ahead of them and began to panic, though from all her gymnastics training she should have been used to being upside down.

“Let me GO!” Erin tried kicking again, but now her legs were in the air, and as she could no longer see Brian’s head, she didn’t know where to aim. Her arms were now useless too: she tried pulling at her captor’s legs in attempt to trip him, but it was no use—Brian was just too strong, perhaps even stronger than Jason.

They advanced around the table toward the door Erin had entered from, which, to Erin’s shock, opened seemingly on its own. Could there be a camera in this room, too? she wondered. Someone watching and controlling the door remotely? Oh, god, was I being watched this whole time?!

These were questions Erin could not answer, but she had a feeling that she never actually had a chance to escape and this had all been for her captors’ amusement. Of course they would have been watching me, she realized, they’ve got all their bases covered.

Erin now knew that her situation was bigger than she had ever imagined: she was being held captive by people who clearly knew what they were doing and had every detail planned out. By what she could piece together from what little she had heard from Jason, Chris, and Mark, her best guess was that this was an elaborate operation to capture young women and film them being defiled, brutalized, and forced to perform despicable acts, then sell the videos to shady buyers or perhaps some underground hardcore porn community.

As Brian walked down the hall, Erin felt sick to her stomach. The very thought that there were sickos out there who got off on watching girls being raped and tortured was thoroughly vomit-inducing to her. Though it certainly wasn’t her thing, Erin of course knew that BDSM and rape porn was all over the place—she had stumbled upon it a few times when searching for softer stuff—but she also knew it was consensual and controlled. She, on the other hand, was being tortured and raped for real, and she had a feeling it would only get worse from here.

A sudden tingling sensation broke Erin from her thoughts. She realized Brian had licked her labia. “Get your filthy mouth off me!”

Brian had slowed down, and Erin could see they had almost reached the door at the end of the hallway. It swung open as he spoke. “Don’t you fucking talk like that to me, whore. I think I was being nice enough earlier, but it seems what Jason said about you being a bitch was true.”

He lapped slowly again at the light brownish-pink folds of Erin’s vagina, sending his new victim into a fit of kicking, but she never seemed to land any blows. Brian slid his tongue as deep inside her as he could, then finished with a loud suck.

“So very good,” he exclaimed. “You taste even better than I imagined all those days watching you in yoga. So sweet, even hours after you’ve been used and thrown away.”

Erin sobbed, struggling again to pull Brian’s legs out from under him but to no avail.

“What are you crying about now? I just paid you a compliment, Erin: even your pussy’s sloppy seconds taste better than any other bitch’s I’ve had. And it’s so wet too, so delicious and virginal … which I guess is appropriate because I’ve heard you were a virgin before this? Is that true?”

Erin didn’t answer. She kept her head lifted up, looking toward her breasts, just barely able to see Brian’s muscular arms around her waist. She had stopped struggling for now, knowing there was no way she could overpower this man.

[em52388]

Just stopping by to say keep up the great work. This is a very well written story.

[skjelner]

Glad you're still liking it. I hope people are still reading!

***

“Please answer me, Erin. Or I’ll have another taste of this sweet, bald pussy of yours.” Erin heard him sniff deeply, inhaling the vapors of her pubic area.

“Yes,” she replied softly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I was a virgin before … before this.”

“Aw, Erin. That’s so touching. You wanted to save yourself for a good, kind man. A man who would come along and provide for you and love you tenderly. Is that why?” Brian had stopped walking completely and stood in the door frame.

Erin decided to cooperate, at least for now to prevent her former yoga teacher from tasting her again. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know why, I guess nothing was ever right enough.”

“But yesterday wasn’t right for you either, was it? When Jason shoved his ten inches into your soaking cunt, that wasn’t right?” Brian slid one hand up and down Erin’s torso, running his fingers along her flat stomach.

“No! Of course it wasn’t right,” she exclaimed. “You fucking sicko. He raped me.”

“And yet that wasn’t right for you either, you greedy slut. All those guys over all those years who’ve wanted you and been rejected because you didn’t think they were good enough. And now Jason, who’s a hell of a guy with a hell of a body, even he couldn’t satisfy you. I think you want more, Erin. I think you need more.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Erin practically yelled. “What I want is to get the fuck out of here and report you to the fucking police and have you all taken to jail and sodomized, so you can see how it feels.”

Brian laughed loudly. “You’re funny, Erin, You’re a very funny girl. Anyway, none of that is going to happen, and we’ll find out soon enough just how much of a slut you are. Let’s go see your little friend Isabel, shall we?”

Isabel. Erin suddenly remembered her friend was still chained helplessly to the ground in the very room they were about to enter. She’s going to be okay, she told herself. I hope she’s okay.

Brian walked through the darkness, and slowly the circle of light that had surrounded Isabel came into view, far in the distance. After a while, Erin heard a comfortingly familiar voice.

“Erin? Erin? I heard talking; is that you?” Isabel’s calls echoed through the large room.

“Isabel! Oh god, Isabel, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Wh-What are you sorry for? Did you find help? Erin, don’t come any closer. Erin, run!”

As they drew nearer to the light, Erin looked toward Isabel and sobbed at what she saw. “I’m sorry, Is. I couldn’t do it. We’re trapped.”

Isabel, still chained to the floor, lay in the middle of the light. Even from her upside-down perspective, Erin could distinguish the two dark figures standing around her, just outside the wash of the light.

Jason and Mark had returned.

[Ethan2cu]

oh shit.... that's all i have to say.... / still reading.... hope there's an updae soon.