[Fiction] Blood Sweat and Tears are not enough.

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Blood Sweat and Tears are not enough.

I honestly tried writing normal stories. I had over four of them started and I could never finish any of them. I find I can’t get attached to a writing that isn’t a bit insane. Although most of this story’s good crazy comes at the end.

So once again, THIS IS NOT A NORMAL STORY.

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This story is set in a world where men have effectively taken over, and women are simply used as toys and slaves, they are taught this and punished severely from an early age. The education system is to teach males, and girls are only present to please them during this process.

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Fallon was still awake; she wasn’t in her home (or at least her dorm where the unclaimed girls slept.) She was in some boys home for the night, she didn’t even know him; he just grabbed her after class and brought her home. He thought she was attractive apparently. He would probably treat furniture with more respect, you look at furniture, think about how it would be after some time; it’s a commitment buying something. There’s no commitment in socially acceptable rape.

He… whatever his name was… was asleep next to her, it was 4 a.m. Fallon was 17, almost 18; she used to be able to sleep, several years ago. Living with insomnia isn’t easy even with good medical treatment; she got basic crappy sleeping pills once a week so she didn’t lose her shit and kill someone. And saying that you can’t sleep because you were traumatized by rape is a good way to be deemed “not suitable” and locked up… or worse.

At young ages you don’t have to have sex all the time, the boys are just learning about it, and you’re used for lessons; strip naked, display your body, some girls would show some basic sex acts. They’d give them their first blowjobs, and play with themselves in front of the class, it’s disgusting. Fallon however, managed to avoid this for some time, until she refused to let a kid screw her when she was 15.

Rape wasn’t just for fun; it was also punishment for bad behavior. The school council was shocked at how long she had held onto her virginity, and to teach her a lesson they tied her up and the school chairman raped her himself. Of course she cried, it was her first time, and she was in pain. She screamed the whole time and begged for any type of mercy. Instead she got a crash course in getting used to abuse. She was paraded in front of the school with the other trouble girls, and each one was given a punishment. One girl gave blowjobs for 10 hours and had to swallow every time. One girl was tied up in the bathroom with a ring gag in her mouth and used as a urinal. Another was branded with a red hot metal rod that said “bitch”. Fallon, having just had sex for her first time and still in tears, was tied to a hand rail in the athletics area, and anally raped over 100 times. Gaged and bound, she was kept awake and aware of each and every cock forcing its way into her tight ass, as blood ran down her legs. She still remembers that day, and can’t sleep because of it. She’s had sex hundreds of times since then, and been ass fucked plenty, but that first experience destroyed her life.

The boy next to her shifted again, she better not wake him, he seemed easily angered and she didn’t want to get punished.

She slept about 10 minutes a night, and had micro naps during the day, short little blackouts. Like when you fall asleep and wake up as you start to fall over. She was pretty, and she hated this fact, girls who didn’t exercise and take care of their hygiene didn’t last long. Fallon always tried to stay right on the edge of good enough to stay out of trouble, but bad enough to not attract too many guys. It clearly wasn’t enough last night.

She rolled over to look up at the ceiling, it was white, how amazing. It should have something on it. She looked at ceilings a lot, being an insomniac, and they were always so boring. If she could have her own place she’d make the ceiling incredible; covered in hope and colors, with pictures on it. She’d get it repainted every month with some new pictures… a new story.

She wouldn’t ever have her own place though; at best a nice guy would keep her permanently after school. Maybe he’d be extra nice and get a good ceiling, just for her.

The boy shifted again, and threw his arm across her chest, resting on her boobs. She gave him a bug eyed stare as if she could telepathically influence his dreams to make him stop touching her.

She slowly slid her fingers under his arm; she had to be careful here. She ever so gradually carried his arm through the air.

Boy: “Whamurgaamrrrr.” He shifted but didn’t open his eyes.

Fallon froze. She waited a few more seconds, and then slowly put his arm down on his side. Close, but she was ok till morning.

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9 a.m. He finally woke up; she pretended to do that same. He got out of bed and gave her a simple look that said, “Entertain me”. She pulled the covers off of her body and began playing with herself, rubbing herself with 2 fingers while moaning in artificial pleasure.

After taking in the sight for a few moments, he went into the bathroom and started a shower. She then got up and rubbed her face, glad to be able to stretch after a nights wake.

She walked into the kitchen area, should she make him breakfast or something? She’d done this before, but only when they asked. She was cold; the air on her naked body was cold. She searched her memory for what had happen to her cloths. She didn’t stay in them long last night; she didn’t think they made it to the bed room. She walked around the house; then she came upon the entryway, and there they were, only feet from the door in a pile, how embarrassing.

She started turning her cloths right-side-out again, when the boy came into the room.

Boy: “Not leaving yet are we?”

Fallon: “No, of course not, I was just getting dressed… sorry.”

Boy: “No need for those cloths for now beautiful.”

Beautiful, ugh, beautiful was not a complement. It meant she looked good, it meant he wanted to fuck her, it was something she couldn’t control; people just are beautiful. It didn’t make her useful except to him. Intelligent, or creative, or profound, or articulate; those are complements; beautiful… that, is an adjective.

Fallon: “Sorry.” she said… she wanted to stab him.

He walked around behind her and grabbed her breast with his left hand, while fingering her with his right, pressing his cock against her bare ass.

Boy: “What do you want?”

Fallon: “To please you… sir.”

Boy: “How?”

Fallon: “However you want me to.”

Boy: “Do you want to give me a blowjob?”

Fallon: “Yes…”

Boy: “Say it, beg for it.”

Fallon: “I want to give you a blowjob… please let me suck your dick.” He could hear the bullshit in her voice, but didn’t care.

Boy: “More.”

Fallon: “Please sir, please let me suck your dick, I want you in my mouth, I want to taste your cum. Please use my throat in any way you want.” She could bite him, but one girl who did that got drown in semen, and human waste.

He turned her around, and placed his hand on the top of her head. He pushed her down, keeping a grip on her hair, until she was on her knees before him.

She groaned, not aloud of course, never out loud. But in her head she could groan, she could insult and imagine in her head. She imagined all sorts of things, she imagined being free, not being a slave to anyone she met. She imaged that she could sleep, and that the past didn’t bother her, and that she didn’t think about suicide every single day of her life. She could imagine that someday someone would take a stand against this society; that the world would listen, that one person would make a difference. She could imagine anything she wanted, but it wasn’t real. In reality, she was a slave, and in reality there was an impatient boy in front of her waiting to be served.

She undid his pants and slid them down with his underwear. Already hard, he rubbed his member on her face, even slapping her with it. She put her arms at her sides and opened wide, licking it up and down, gently kissing the head. She began tenderly sucking, going further down the shaft each time. She was used to giving blowjobs, but that’s like being used to being set on fire, it really doesn’t matter. After another minute, he grew tired of her pace. She got the feeling that it was going to hurt to swallow food for the next day.

He put both hands on the back of her head, as she tightly closed her eyes and wrapped her lips firmly around him, while keeping her teeth clear.

Fallon: “mgmmfhhgghgmmmgugg” That’s the noise you make with 7.5 inches of cock down your throat and you start running out of air.

He pulled out for just a split second while she took a gasp of air, then thrust forward again and again and again. Over and over he rammed the back of her throat with all his force, chocking her. She gagged and coughed and sputtered. She could feel bruises forming and he continued to face fuck her however he pleased. Face fuck was a good description. She kept her arms straight down while he used her hair as a handle, shaking her head faster and faster. Then he held her down, pressing her hard into his crotch. She stayed here for several seconds… making muffled whimpers through his cock; then a few more violent thrusts before exploding onto her tongue. He released her hair, but she gave him several more pumps to get it all out and into her mouth before swallowing any of it.

He pulled out and wiped with wet limp dick on her face, getting any remaining semen onto her. She looked up at him, waiting for instructions for what to do with her mouth load, it tasted awful, and he knew it. He stood there, letting her get a good taste of its flavor. She swished it around in her mouth trying not to throw up.

Boy: “Swallow.”

She quickly did; then took some much needed breaths of air. She stared to rise, and then heard him cough. She looked back up at him.

Boy: “keep your eyes and mouth wide open, swallow anything that lands in your mouth; don’t you dare spit any out.”

Fallon: “Oh god, why? What did I do? Aren’t you happy enough, I already sucked you off and fucked you last night, then sucked you off again just now, use a fucking toilet.”

He kicked her hard in the stomach. She keeled over in pain and gasped.

Boy: “I’m about to bitch, and then I’ll punish you for questioning me!”

She whimpered a little bit, then sat up and opened her eyes and mouth. He placed his member back in her sore throat… and began to piss, she swallowed as quickly as it came, then he pulled out and sprayed in on her face. It stung her eyes and made her want to vomit, but he went on, and she didn’t move. He soaked her face and hair with urine and made her drink multiple disgusting mouthfuls. Then he finally ran out.

Boy: “Do you want a shower?” He said, dragging her to the door

Fallon: “Yes sir, please.”

Boy: “Too bad.”

He threw her outside without her cloths. She lied on the cement outside, with tears rolling down her face. He grabbed her cloths, and tore them up in front of her. To him, they were packaging, wrapping paper; they were only cloths to her. Then he stepped outside, and grabbed a garden hose. She stayed still on the ground crying. He pulled her up and onto all fours, then shoved the hose up her ass. He shoved it much further then would be safe; it would have punctured her innards if it didn’t bend. She screamed at first, but now she was in the type of pain that paralysis you, any move she made only hurt more. Her face was pressed into the concrete, her mouth half open in a silent unending scream of agony. She had no idea how far he put it into her, it felt like feet. She wanted to die, she wanted him to die; she wanted everyone to die.

He walked a few feet away after thoroughly torturing her, leaving her in a few long seconds of new and unimaginable pain. He watched her writhe and squirm on the ground, taking in the sight of a girl in too much pain to form a coherent thought. Then he turned on the hose, full power.

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Kira chewed on the cloth in her mouth a bit. Not to cut it, just because she was bored. If she did bite through it they’d just get her another, and she didn’t really care if it was off anyway. Some people pop their knuckles, some bite their nails, Kira chewed on her gag.

It wasn’t a ball gag; she used to have a ball gag, originally. Now it was just a cloth tied around her, more symbolic than functional. She had the gag placed in years ago to “shut her up”. She just got used to not talking, she hadn’t spoken since then. On the bright side she never had to give head; although, if they can’t get a blowjob, then they tend to be perfectly happy to just fuck your brains out.

She was in class, sitting on the floor next to one of the guys who preferred her. Normally she’d be on his lap or between his legs, but today they actually had to pay attention, so she just sat there. So looked through the desks at the other girls on the floor, most (including her) still had their cloths, some would be touching themselves or rubbing their man’s penis through his pants. Her partner for the day would occasionally reach down and run his fingers through her hair, not much else. She had tan smooth skin and silky black hair; she was small and “cute” according to one of her rapists.

The reason she lived gagged, was because she never stopped resisting, even at the beginning she knew what she did and didn’t like. Of course they didn’t call her a lesbian, just ‘resistant’. But unlike most girls she didn’t get used to it, or accept it. She hates sex with boys. It’s one thing to be raped; it’s another to be raped by a being that disgusts you in every way, that you find repulsive, and yet they hold you down, ignoring screams and kicks. After she bit a boy, they wanted to kill her, but decided she should be punished simply by living in this world. Also, the chairman at the time liked to keep her in his office for ‘private training’. And so she was given a gag, to make sure no one gave her the chance to bite, and to shut her the fuck up.

Even now, while allowing some head rubbing, she’s marked as ‘pursue at own risk’ when people want some sex, which they always do. Marked wasn’t figurative by the way, she was branded across her back. In reality, some kicking and scratching wasn’t going to discourage everyone, some people even saw her as a challenge. There was only so much she could do to stop multiple strong 200 pound men from holding her down and taking turns.

Where was Fallon? Fallon was pretty, Kira liked watching her. Kira knew that she could never actually be with a girl, other than forced threesomes which were too revolting to enjoy. Every once in a while they’d have 2 or more girls do each other up front for the class to watch, but it was awkward and impersonal. Plus, Kira rarely got chosen since she was unable to kiss or go down on a girl.

The bell rang and Kira got up, took a quick ass slap from the guy next to her, and left for her next room.

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Oz was headed for Calculus, but maybe they’d have some free time after the lesson. There were some really hot girls in that class. There was a girl slowly moving to his room and he recognized her as one of the girls in his class, although not one of the best. She was learning on the wall, slowly sliding along, limping a bit.

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Oz: “Hey, you’re in my Calc. class aren’t you?”

Girl: “Is that what it is? Oh.”

Oz: “Ya… you ok, better hurry up; don’t want to get caught tardy.” Girls in the hallway during class never ended well.

Girl: “Ya, I’ll do that.” She said trying to make him go away.

Oz: “Why are you limping like that?”

Girl: “I just got back from the hospital, it’s nothing.” Girls only got crutches or wheelchairs if they couldn’t walk, it didn’t matter if it only hurt to walk.

Oz: “Here, I’ll help you.” He put her arm around his neck and helped her to the room. “What’s your name? I should probably know that, you’re in my class every day.”

Girl: “Fallon. And you’re probably the only one in the class who knows it.” She was surprised he wasn’t grabbing her boobs or something.

They reached the class and he got her to her seat, before heading to his own. She was actually more attractive then he thought at first, kind of pretty under some dirt.

Fallon put her head in her arms as the class started, the other girls around her waiting for a guy to wave them over. The chair was uncomfortable; she didn’t think she’d be able to sit properly ever again. Who was that guy? Whatever, as long as no one ass fucked her anytime soon she may survive the day.

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Kira was in English, after that she had music, which was her favorite. She liked to listen to the songs and they never had time to hurt her. Mostly the girls just sat in the back talking, occasionally playing with each other in case someone came to check on them.

They were busy reading some book; she glanced over the shoulder of the boy in front of her. She could read and write and do basic math, but girls only learned what they could pick up in classes; unable to take notes or ask questions, and with no book to study they didn’t know very much. She could make out most of the page, but a lot the words she didn’t recognize.

She felt someone playing with her hair behind her. She turned and saw the boy nod his head as if to say “come here”. She got up, trying not to draw too much attention to herself, and stepped back to his desk. She gently sat in his lap, immediately feeling his member pushing into her cheek. He unzipped her pants and slid them with her underwear down to the ground, then undid the buttons on her shirt. He pulled of her top and bra, leaving her naked in the middle of class. She undid his jeans and rubbed him through his underwear. He fingered her pussy and was squeezing her breasts uncomfortably hard. She didn’t want to make a scene in the room, but she was not about to let him screw her in front of everyone. He wiped his cock out of his boxers and slid the shaft along her pussy lips. Grabbing her ass he grinded her on his dick. She gripped his member in her right hand and began jerking him off, if she could just make him cum this way it’d be alright. He used her shoulders like handles and bent her over his desk, looking over the characters seared into her back.

Boy: “Huh, you’re not so bad, just need to be put into your place.”

He pulled her hand away, and slid the head of his cock into her. She was still bent over his desk, scratching into the particle board. She closed her eyes, filling herself with the feeling of nothing. She concentrated on nothing, she calmed herself and prepared. He went deeper into her, until he was all the way in and started pumping her up and down. Kira took a breath through her nose.

Kira wiped back her right arm, elbowing the boy in the face. He fell back as she jumped off.

Boy: “Arg!! Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you for that!” He said holding his broken bleeding nose.

The class jumped and stared at them, some of the boys stood to hold her down. As the boy stood up she gave him a strong kick in the groin, sending him to the ground screaming in fury. Two more boys grabbed her arms from behind; she struggled wildly and threw blind kick at their feet and knees. They pinned her down on a desk looking up; one of them put his hands around her throat. She pried up his index finger and bent it back, she heard a snap. More screaming. They flipped her over and put their weight on her; she had done a good job but she knew it was time to take the punishment. She wasn’t sure if she regretted anything.

The teacher stopped the lesson, and they started teaching her about pain. They tied her to the deck, ass up. Someone got behind her and she heard numerous zippers and the ruffling on pants.

Boy: “They say she won’t make any noise, first one to make her scream gets 50 bucks.”

Immediately someone shoved their huge cock up her ass, being sure to be rough in every way, they pulled her hair and smacked her ass. Over and over they took turn pounding her ass till it bleed. Then they moved on to her pussy, making sure to fill her with cum against her will.

Boy: “Look, she cries.” Said a boy that had walked to her front.

She was crying, she was bawling. She felt all the pain they were trying to inflict, she just couldn’t show it, she didn’t try to be quite; she just was. You can be happy without smiling, you can be sad without crying; you can be in agony without screaming. Honestly though, she had taken worse than this, but it was the idea more than the act that upset her. She felt another person pumping into her pussy, while a boy in front of her was getting a blowjob from some other girl. She realized what he was doing just as he finished, he pulled out and shot his load all over her face. A few of the other did the same. After someone anally rapes you then cums on your face, and gets no verbal reaction; they get frustrated, and frustration meant bad things. With only a few minutes left in class, she pleaded for the bell to ring, hurry up, hurry up!!! But it didn’t work, she saw in her peripheral vision that they were wrapping something around a rod laughing. It was hard to focus; her body was still bouncing back and forth as the others finished having sex with her. The boys walked behind her with whatever it was they had constructed.

Boy: “Do you know what this is?” He pressed something rough against her ass cheeks.

She shook her head.

Boy: “It’s a 10 inch dildo wrapped in sand paper. If you say “don’t”, you get to go without fucking this monster. If you don’t say anything; first we’ll take your ass, then we’ll destroy your pussy.”

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