[Fiction] The cabin in the woods

[Runesmith]

With that sinking feeling in her belly, she looked around the room, and the plastic storage box caught her eye. It looked like a cheap IKEA box, dark blue in color, with a white lid. She knew she should look in it - there has to be a reason why it was there. However, after seeing that crude toilet, and the implications it conveyed, she was scared to look in to the box. She wanted desperately to believe that her situation is some sort of practical joke, and the contents of that box might tell her the reality, for which she was not prepared at all.

Still, there was nothing else in the small room. Just the bed, wet with her piss, that awful toilet, the ever-watching cameras and the box. Reluctantly, she shuffled over to the box, hesitated, and then opened the box.

Inside were some folded clothes, a few items wrapped in shopping bags, and a folded piece of paper lying on top of the clothes. She took the piece of paper with trembling hands and opened it. It was a note, printed out on a laser printer.

"Hello Cunt. By now you may have realized that you are being held against your will. One of our people saw you on the streets and decided that you will be a good slut to turn in to a living fuckdoll for our rich middle-eastern and east-European clientele. Yeah, you may be a dirty slut already, or one of those high and mighty bitches, or a desperate little social climber - we don't give a fuck. We turn you in to useful merchandise.

We will break you, and make you do the most perverted things as you have never imagined. As you may have realized, your journey is also being streamed in real-time to customers who pay to subscribe to our "entertainment channels." Cooperate or resist - they will love it either way.

You will be fed twice a day. A bell will ring and a blue light will flash when you are about to be fed. The system is simple, you will understand it.

Most things you want or need will have to be earned. In order to be released from the ropes you were bound with, you had to piss yourself. Similarly, most of those wants and needs will have a task attached to them.

Now, you may put on these clothes, or stay in your piss soaked clothes. We don't care either way."

Yes, opening the box really did confirm her worst fears. This was a nightmare. Surely people were noticing she was missing. Surely Dirk was trying to call her. Where was her phone? Where was her purse? She was supposed to go shopping with Inge and Sabine this afternoon (if this really was the next day after that disastrous date with Dirk) - surely they will call the Police. She will definitely be rescued soon. In fact, the Police might already be on their way... if they knew where she was. If someone would tell them her description and the description of the man who took her. Then it dawned on her that probably not a single person skulking about in that red light district would be willing to talk to the Police.

The cold, wet clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, stinking of urine and sweat. There was no privacy in this place, with all these cameras watching her, but she really needed to get out of these clothes. Not only were they disgusting, but they kept reminding her of the humiliation she had been subjected to.

Reluctantly, she reached out to the folded clothes.

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[AnalAriana]

keep it going! can't wait to see why this story is in the R18 category

[Runesmith]

Nadine unfolded the garment, and something fell out. It was a neatly folded pair of panties. The dress was a thin cotton tube dress that seemed too small for her. The panties were white cottons as well, and the faded stains at the crotch told her that they had already been used by someone, although they seemed to be freshly washed.

She dropped the panties back in the box with an expression of disgust. She wasn't always the hygiene queen, and sometimes re-used a pair of worn panties without washing when she ran out, but those were her own panties. Wearing a pair of panties worn by someone else (who had stained it with god knows what), even when it has been washed, was disgusting.

She turned around to see which angle would offer her the most privacy. Although she could turn her back to the two surveillance cameras, the "holes in the wall" always had a good view of her. The corner where the toilet was seemed to have even more embedded cameras. In the end, she chose the corner between the foot of the bed and the door. Holding the dress with her teeth (she didn't want to keep it on the floor, as picking it up meant bending over and exposing her self to the array of cameras on the opposite walls), she first unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor with a soggy thud. She then wriggled out of her soggy, sticky panties and contemplated what to do with her nylons - the ones she had bought using the Breuninger gift card she got from her sister for Christmas. She would have preferred to keep them on, but they were wet and they might get ruined if she kept on wearing them (although a tiny corner of her brain reminded her that she had bigger problems than worrying about runs on her Wolfords).

She detached the silicone lining from her skin and carefully peeled off each stocking. She was aware that she was still quite exposed to the pervert's cameras, but for some illogical reason, preserving those nylons were a priority. Somehow her brain had fixated on those as a distraction or a sign of normalcy.

Next, she took off her top, which was difficult, as she was holding the dress with her teeth. She also had to make sure the piss soaked front of the top did not touch her face. She did not want to remove the bra (to at least retain some dignity), and pulled the dress on.

The dress really was tight, and getting it over her bra covered chest was tough. It pressed hard down on the bra, making her wish she had taken the bra off. The dress hardly reached a couple of inches below her hips, and stopped right at the level of her crotch.

Nadine had always been self conscious about her pussy. She had small outer lips, and very long and thick inner lips that protruded out. Since puberty she had been ashamed of those "meat curtains" (as she had heard them referred to in the porn movies she watched occasionally), and due to that shame, she was not even comfortable with a guy going down on her (not that most of them did anyway). But now, they were clearly visible, hanging down beneath the hem of the dress.

She sighed, went back to the box and picked up the panties. At least they were washed. With a bit of revulsion, she put them on. At least that disgusting part of her anatomy was now hidden.

She placed her skirt and nylons on the box lid to dry. As soon as they were dry, she would change back. As she was picking up the top, she smelled food... delicious smell of barbecued meat, reminding her that she had not eaten since lunch the previous day. Her stomach growled as her mouth flooded with saliva.

She heard a sound outside, a scraping followed by a thud. It came from near the door. "Hello!" she yelled. "Can anyone hear me? Hello! Open this door. Let me out!! Whoever you are, I won't tell the Police. Just let me go, ok? Please!"

The sound of a bell rang out, and a blue light hidden near the ceiling of the corner between the bed and the door began to flash. She heard a low rumbling noise, and saw that a small panel of the wall near that corner (right were she had changed clothes) was opening outwards, revealing a hole about half a meter high and around the same width.

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[Runesmith]

Delicious smell of food wafted in from the hole, which was at ground level. it was simply a section of the wall at floor level that had opened out, somewhat like a cat flap in a door. It was dark inside the hole, so obviously it didn't open to the outside - there must be another room on that side of the wall.

Nadine knelt at the hole and looked in. It was not a room, but sort of a large box built on to the wall, a bit like a coal cellar. On the roof of the box there seemed to be a door opening to the outside because she could see the outside light through the outline of the door. On the floor there was a low metal bowl piled with bite sized strips of roasted meat and chunks of potato. The bowl was chained to the wall, so she could not drag it in to the room. There was also a plastic canister hanging upside down from the wall in a metal frame, with what seemed like a short rubber hose with a teat attached to the end of the hose, and drops of water were dripping from it.

They obviously wanted her to eat like an animal from the bowl. With defiance in her blood, she went and got a roll of toilet paper, tore a few squares from it and laid them out in a neat pile. Then she squatted at the hole, reached in with her hands, took a piece of meat and took a bite. It was delicious, and generously salted (for non-Germans: in Schwabian and Bavarian cuisine a lot more salt is used than what most of you are probably used to). She delicately wiped her fingers, and reached in again. While having some food to satisfy her hunger was good, foiling the plans of these perverts gave her great pleasure.

It took her less than fifteen minutes to finish the plate, and she realized that part of the reason why she had got drunk so quickly last evening and why she was having a bad headache was also because she was starving.

She wiped her fingers on the squares of toilet paper and neatly disposed of them in the toilet. It was then that she realized that she badly needed a drink of water.

There was no way to get around it. She would have to put her head in the hole. But doing so would mean she would need to get down on all fours, and push her head in, which means her ass would be pushed up high, and that short dress she was wearing would ride up and expose everything. That was when she felt a little bit grateful for those used panties. At least they won't see more than what would be seen at a beach, maybe.

She knelt at the hole and pushed her head in. As she expected the dress rode up to her hips and exposed her ass and crotch covered in the panties. The hole was too narrow for her to put both her head and a hand inside, so she had to hunt with her lips to locate the hose. She grabbed the teat with her lips and started to suck. The water was fresh, cold and delicious.

There was a soft whirring sound, and then with a metallic clang, something fastened around her neck. Two metallic half circles attached to metal poles had emerged from the top and bottom of the box and trapped her head in. She struggled in panic, but realized she would not be able to move out at all until this metal collar was loosened.

That's when she heard a loud thud at the door, followed by a creaking sound and the feeling of a fresh breeze on her exposed, panty covered ass and thighs.

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[Runesmith]

She heard the thud of footsteps behind her, followed by lightly muffled ones. There was a creak and the door slammed shut. Nadine tried to reach behind her and pull that too-short dress down to cover her decency, but the fabric was way too short, and in her current position, it was hardly covering her buttocks.

The light footsteps skittered about the room, and she heard the plastic storage box lid being put back in place, while the heavy ones slowly walked up to her and stopped.

"Come over here," a gruff voice behind her commanded. Nadine was confused. Her neck was secured by this metal ring, and there was no way she could move. Then the light footsteps hurried over, and she realized the gruff voice was not speaking to her.

"Prepare this thing for me," commanded the voice. Almost immediately she felt her dress being pushed up, and she started struggling, trying to pull away.

A sharp smack sounded behind her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Restrain it first, dumb cunt!" yelled the gruff voice. "Yes, Sir," a meek, soft, female voice sounded, and the light footsteps scurried away and returned a few moments later.

"Please don't resist. Or it will be bad for both of us," the soft feminine voice urged, as Nadine felt her wrists being wrapped together in a loop of rope. Another sharp smack sounded, accompanied by a painful gasp. "Stop talking to it, you stupid fuckhole!"

Fear coursed through Nadine's blood as her wrists were bound together, followed by ankles. Now she was trussed up, with her ass in the air and her head secured by a metal ring inside a wooden box, leaving her completely helpless. She felt soft fingers pushing her dress up once more - and this time she was powerless to resist. The fingers hooked around the waist band of her panties and gently pulled them down to the mid thighs. Nadine's face burned with the humiliation of being exposed like this, with the cameras watching.

Like most Germans, Nadine had no issues with nudity. She was raised in a culture that did not regard their bodies as something to be ashamed of, unlike most British and Americans. She would often sunbathe nude in her balcony, like many of her neighbors. When she visited Roman style baths so popular in Germany, like the Mineraltherme Boeblingen in the town next to hers, she relished the freedom of being "textile free" (a designation that these spas used to warn prudish foreigners that they should, gasp, expect to see naked people should they walk in) in that relaxed, mixed-gender environment.

However, this was not nudity. This was the lack of dignity. This was being helplessly exhibited like an object. Her face was burning, and she was glad that at least that part of her was not exposed. Then she realized that it was not just her face that was burning. Her exposed private areas were were getting warm... she was used to the feeling - this is what she feels when she is with a man and his hands are roaming all over her, or when she watches something erotic on her laptop at home and feels like getting her "toy" out to play. She was getting aroused. And that was even more humiliating.

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[Runesmith]

Nadine tried desperately to stop that feeling of arousal, knowing that soon she would be visibly wet. Just the idea of how humiliating it would be somehow seemed to make the arousal stronger. What happened next made it impossible to stop.

The soft fingers reached up to the top of the tube dress and gently pulled it down to Nadine's stomach, exposing her breasts. Released from their confines, her C-cup breasts hung down, with her light brown nipples hardening with her arousal.

Then she felt something she didn't expect. Something warm and wet sliding along her intimate area, slipping in to that narrow space between her outer lips, caressing those large inner lips she was so embarrassed of. Yes, she was not new to the pleasures of cunnilingus, but it was something she actively avoided doing with the men she had been with, mainly because of her embarrassment with those meaty inner lips. But now they were being caressed by a velvety soft touch, which made her shudder with electric jolt of pleasure, while the cognitive part of her brain screamed at her body for this treachery.

The soft fingers parted her buttocks and the caress of the tongue continued to that sensitive bridge just behind her pussy and then continued on and circled around her tightly closed anus. Nadine had never been licked there before. It was intensely pleasurable, but at the same time, incredibly humiliating. Nadine was now aware that most of the moisture glistening on her inner lips was produced not by the tongue that was pleasuring her, but by her own pussy which seemed to take on a mind of its own under this humiliation.

The hands left her buttocks, slid along her sides and found her perfect breasts as the tongue started exploring the space between her inner pussy lips, probing at the entrance to her vagina. A soft shuddering moan involuntarily escaped her tight control as the fingers squeezed her tiny, pointed nipples at the same exact moment as the tongue penetrated her opening.

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[Luffy90]

Really enjoying this story so far!

[Runesmith]

Originally Posted by Luffy90

Really enjoying this story so far!

Thank you. I will try to add more on a regular basis.

[Runesmith]

As the tip of the tongue started exploring her inner depths, and soft, feminine lips pressed against her pussy lips, conflicting feelings swept through Nadine's brain. Oh god, it felt so good. No, it is bad because it is so humiliating to be trussed up like this and molested in front of cameras. But it felt incredibly good. Yuck, but it's a woman - another woman's lips and tongue were in her. But it was so fucking good. Can a woman really give another woman pleasure? Oh god, yes. But it is unnatural. Who cares when it feels so good? Whoever that woman was, she knew exactly where to go, and oh god, now that tongue has slipped out and exploring her clit!

Although her mind was confused, her body clearly wasn't. She would never have thought she would feel sexual arousal in a situation like this, and the strong signals of pleasure and the warmth spreading from her loins surprised her and embarrassed her at the same time. Oh god, her juices must be flowing in to that woman's mouth by now. What will she think of her? What will the people watching think of her?

In the end, the body won. With a strange, guttural moan of pleasure, Nadine's body announced it's orgasm, even as her brain cringed in humiliation.

"Good work, cum-rag," spoke the rough voice, "you gave her an orgasm. Well done. Now get that filthy mouth over here and get me ready."

Get him ready? For what? Even as she was catching her breath from that incredible (no, unnatural and dirty) orgasm, her brain tried to switch back to the analytical mode. To add to her shame, she felt a tinge of regret as those lips left her. Nadine tried to focus her mind on practical things to escape from the humiliation she had just endured - not that she liked what the words the man just spoke, implied.

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[Runesmith]

Nadine heard a rustling behind her, followed by soft, slurping, slobbering sounds. She realized what the girl was doing - she was sucking the man's cock. He had ordered her to get him ready. Nadine instinctively knew what that meant - she was about to be raped.

She should be terrified. She should be trying to break free (which might result in her breaking her own neck). She should be begging and pleading. However, her mind was strangely paralyzed. Having a girl lick her and having an orgasm from it was something she had never expected to happen in her life... and strangely, she was still craving for more ("all right, call it what it is, Nadine - you are horny", reminded her brain, unhelpfully).

The girl seemed to be picking up speed, making occasional gagging noises and making soft, mewling moans. She appeared to be enjoying herself. It surprised Nadine that she felt a twinge of jealousy that this girl had not made the same moaning sounds when she was licking her.

"Enough," said the man's voice. "It's time."

With a loud plopping sound, the sucking stopped. Nadine heard a shuffle behind her, then felt something touching her sides. She realized that the girl was standing over her, with the girl's legs on either side of her, straddling her. Then she felt the girl sitting on her back. Either the girl was very light (another twinge of jealousy), or she was deliberately sparing Nadine's back by supporting herself. Either way, Nadine was acutely aware that the warm, moist thing touching her exposed back was the girl's pussy.

The girl's hands grabbed her lower buttocks and spread them apart, opening up Nadine's pussy. "Well, she has really big fuck flaps, doesn't she?" the man commented. Nadine cringed with shame, as the thing she was most insecure about was remarked upon so openly and in such crude language. "And she has a big ass too," continued the commentary (and there it was, the next thing she was self conscious about). "This slut should fetch a good price from the sheikhs, they love big asses and long meat curtains."

"But first things first. Let's break her in."

"P..pl..please. Please stop. Please let me go. I'll give you money. I won't tell anyone. Please," Nadine's brain finally found her voice.

"AArghhhh!" her voice found its full volume as a sudden painful pressure almost ripped her pussy apart.

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[Runesmith]

It came as a surprise, but it wasn't an entirely new experience for Nadine. She had a very tight (she preferred to call it "nervous") pussy, which took some time to relax even if it were already wet. In fact, some men she had had sex with, had even assumed that she was a virgin. This was why she preferred missionary position - it allowed her to control how the penetration went. She had sworn off doggy the day one drunken idiot had penetrated her this same way at a college party.

That's what this brute had done. He had shoved his cock right in to her without any consideration. "Aaah, that hurt! Stop it! You idiot!" she yelled.

Smack! Pain exploded on her right buttock, followed immediately by a slap to the left. Her eyes teared up at the pain and indignity.

"Shut up, fuckmeat!" growled the man, "speak another word and I'll make you regret you were born. Cum rags don't speak unless spoken to. Understood?"

Nadine was confused. Should she answer him or not? Suddenly another pair of slaps landed on her already stinging buttocks. "Answer me!" demanded the man.

"Y..yes, Sir" managed Nadine between sobs. As she spoke, she could feel the painful stretching in her pussy diminish, as the man pulled out slowly. She sighed in relief. Now only the bulbous head of his cock remained inside her tightly clenched opening. And then without warning, he slammed in again.

"Mnnngghh!" Nadine bit back a cry, as the head of his cock slammed against her cervix, pushing her womb in to her stomach. This man was probably the biggest she had ever had. Even with her tight pussy, Nadine did enjoy sex with men who had large cocks - that painful stretching, if done right, was a precursor to pleasure. But this man was not being gentle.

The man repeated the pattern - a slow withdrawal followed by a rapid, merciless assault. As he continued, gradually increasing the tempo, Nadine felt her opening slowly relax, as it usually did... and to her surprise, her feelings of arousal returned, and began to make her wetter. Although she was still sobbing, the moans of pain that escaped her were slowly turning in to moans of pleasure. As soon as she realized that, she bit her lip and made sure no sound escaped. She didn't want this ruthless man to know... to know... that she was... sort of... getting turned on by this brutal violation. Still, there was no hiding the wetness her traitorous pussy was producing. It made each thrust be accompanied by a liquid, slurping sound, and with each withdrawal, his cock pulled some liquid out, letting it slowly drip down her thighs. She felt that tingling feeling down below, which meant she was close to cumming. She didn't want to (it would be an admission that she enjoyed this treatment) but she wanted to (oh god, yes, she wanted to).

And right at that moment, the cock left her. It took a moment before a disappointed moan escaped her lips. The girl's hands left her lower buttocks. She heard slurping sounds behind her and realized that the girl was sucking the cock again. The feeling of jealousy returned - this time because the girl had the cock Nadine wanted so much. With that, the pre-orgasmic feeling slowly ebbed.

"Enough. Now milk the whore while I finish."

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[LitDarkness]

Unusual timing for your usual posts on this. Just an observation.

Netherless, I got a good read and am enjoying it.

[Runesmith]

Glad you are still enjoying it. As for the timing, you are right. I had to finish off some boring stuff I needed to send my colleagues in the US before their end of business, and I was taking a small break from work. Since I am working from home today, I am not restricted by the company firewall policies.

[Runesmith]

Nadine felt the girl get off from her back, leaving a small moist patch on her back where the girl's pussy was touching her skin. Nadine wondered whether the girl was turned on by the humiliation she was going through, or whether it was simply due to sucking on the man's cock.

Her thoughts were interrupted by what the girl did next. Nadine felt the girl settling down beside her and leaning over her body. The girl's nipples dragged across her back as she leaned over, and Nadine could feel that the nipples were hard. The girl was definitely aroused. How could she get aroused, helping this monster abuse another woman?

The girl rested her upper body on Nadine's back, her breasts pressing against Nadine like soft, warm pillows. They weren't big, but Nadine could feel that the nipples were as big as thumbs. A mixed feeling of excitement and revulsion spread through Nadine simultaneously - she had never, ever, felt another woman's breasts on her (except by accident), and this was... indecent. However, at the same time, she felt comforted and secured by that soft touch. It felt like a little touch of kindness during the horror of her rape (which, truth be told, had turned her on, almost to the point of orgasm).

Nadine gasped in surprise as the girl's arms reached around her and cupped the base of her c-cup breasts. The girl then started squeezing her breasts hard, sliding the hands down gradually towards her areola. As the hands reached the small pink areolae, the girl's thumb and forefinger clamped tight around Nadine's tiny nipples, pinching them hard and pulling them down. "Aaawwww," a cry of pain involuntarily escaped Nadine's lips.

The girl continued milking her, oblivious to Nadine's pain. The man's hand's gripped her hips tightly as the cock ripped in to her again. He started off with rapid, deep penetrations, and at each thrust Nadine could feel his heavy balls slapping against her bruised pussy lips and clit. In spite of the pain from the milking and roughness of the penetrations, she felt her body responding, and felt the pre-orgasmic tension building up.

Her moans turned to long, mewling sounds as her body prepared to experience the orgasm it was craving. However, the man suddenly pulled his cock out. "Mnnnnghh," Nadine couldn't prevent the sound of disappointment escaping her lips as the pleasure ebbed, and the pain of rough milking broke through.

The man cruelly repeated the pattern, bringing her to expertly to the edge of orgasm and then pulling out, waiting for that excitement to die. After three such abuses, the man gripped her buttocks hard, his nails digging in to her skin, and thrust hard inside her. Nadine felt the warm spurts erupting inside her, as a wave of disappointment and anger spread through her. She wasn't going to get her orgasm. And top of that, this animal had cum inside her.

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[Runesmith]

The cock pulsated inside her, ejaculating the last remaining drops. A feeling of frustration flooded through Nadine, as the build up to her own orgasm ebbed. The frustration was followed by a rush of panic, as she realized she had not had a pill this morning. Even when on the pill, she avoided unprotected sex on one night stands, and even made Dirk cum on her body rather than inside her. Her brain did a quick calculation and informed her that since her last period ended just 5 days ago, she should still be safe, and the fear started fading.

She was aware that the girl's hands were no longer tormenting her breasts. Her breasts felt very sore, and she was sure there would be bruises. That little bitch was squeezing them so hard. If she could get out of here, she would teach that bitch a lesson. Not sure how (Nadine had never been in a physical fight since childhood), but she would.

The man pulled his cock out of her with a jerk. Something warm trickled down her thigh, and with revulsion and embarrassment, she realized that it was his cum, leaking out of her. She tried instinctively to stop the leakage by squeezing her aching pussy sphincter shut. That made it worse. More cum squirted out of her with an embarrassing, liquid, farting noise. And there were bubbles - she felt them popping. Nadine had never been so ashamed in her life.

"Clean up on aisle two!" the man's laughter made her want to shrivel up and die. "Get over here, cum rag. Clean this cow up."

She heard shuffling sounds behind her, and then felt something warm and wet tracing up the trail of cum oozing down her thighs. It didn't feel like a wet towel or sponge. With a shock, she realized what it was when it reached her pussy.

Just the thought of it made her want to hurl. She hated the taste of sperm. After the first couple of experiments in college, she had resolved never to allow a man to cum in her mouth. Yes, she did give blow jobs, and sometimes even enjoyed them a bit (mostly the feeling it gave her when she felt a man getting hard inside her mouth).

However, the thought of someone licking cum dripping out of another woman's pussy was disgusting. Yet, at the time, strangely exciting. The thought of the little bitch who mauled her breasts being forced to clean her with her tongue gave her a warm feeling of vindication. As the tongue cleaned out her nooks and crannies diligently, that warm feeling intensified, until Nadine realized that she is getting aroused again.