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KRR (Kidnap – Rape - Release) Club Files: Affair #25 Caroline
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John Delves Richardson
Governor
Speaking of literature, has anyone read Ken Follett's "Jackdaws"?
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montycrusto
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I am sure that’s the first time I’ve seen the word “crichtonian”.. why are some authors suffixed with “-ian” and others with “-esque”? Why “Ballardian” but ”Kafkaesque”? And is there a group of shadowy literary wizards like @Eulalia who decide on these things?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you. It is always a challenge in fiction writing to walk the line between too little or too much description. More can help set the scene and draw the reader in. Too much can end up being a torrent of adjectives that reads like cheap pulp fiction or cheap pornography. Oh Wait! That's what I am writing!
John Delves Richardson
Governor
"Chrichtonesque" isn't that bad, after all..
I have tried my hand at this genre several times, and failed miserably. I am an avid reader but writing isn't definitely my thing, so I tend to appreciate people who have a style. Also, English is not my native language.
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montycrusto
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I think you get the balance just about bloody perfect
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
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Andrew stepped up next. Caroline cringed as she saw the very brutish man approach her. She expected even rougher treatment than that of William. Obediently she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
To her surprise, Andrew slid his average-sized cock slowly and almost gently into her mouth. He passively let her stimulate him with her oral ministrations. Then, he did something totally unexpected; he removed her nipple clamps. Though the blood returning stung horribly, the relief of the biting and pulling was wonderful.
Soon Andrew began to move on his own and hold her head to control the action. But he was never brutal. Even more than Charles, he instructed her in technique, working with her to try to make the experience mutually satisfying. He took his time. and the extended sensual stimulation of her mouth almost gave Caroline an erotic feeling. My God, she thought, am I enjoying this rape?
Her thoughts were drawn back the action as Andrew’s words gradually became groans and he encouraged her and praised her work. Caroline worked harder to please him, mostly to get the ordeal over with, but, if the truth be told, to make it better for him.
After an extended build up, Andrew came, shouting and crying , “Yes!” over and over. In contrast to the others, he did not force his prick deep in her throat or even threaten her to make her swallow. Nevertheless, Caroline did swallow a substantial fraction and was surprised to find the taste not disgusting.
The other two men declined to get blow jobs and William ordered the woman released and stood before him. The other four surrounded her. William showed he a computer tablet. It had a video stream playing, a close up of a device.
“What do you see there, Caroline?” he asked.
It took a moment to concentrate and identify the sticks of what seemed to be an explosive, wires and a cell phone.
“It’s..it’s a bomb, isn’t it?”
“Right the first time. Now see if you can guess where it is.”
Caroline looked closely, but the surrounding area was dark with indistinct shapes. Then the camera began to pull back and more came in view. It was the crawl space under a building. Further and the edge of the building came in view. It was familiar. Then Caroline gasped. “That’s my house!”
“Correct again! Your sweet little home. Your children should be home from school now and safe and sound.” The men laughed evilly.
“This button,” indicting a red icon at the bottom of the screen, “will set it off. I press this,” he put his finger over the icon, “and BOOM!”
“GOD NO!” screamed the woman grabbing his hand. The others took her arms and twisted them behind her back.
“Not to worry, bitch. I won’t blow them up, not yet. But if you don’t cooperate I just might.” Again he let his finger hover over the deadly red button.
“Oh God, No! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! Please, please don’t!”
“We'll just have to see how nice you can be. You seemed to learn a little about blow jobs. We are going to ask a whole lot more of you, pig. Are you ready?” He gestured for the men to release her.
The mother stood in front of her tormentor, shivering with fear. But her instinct to save her children trumped all other feelings. She stood tall and looked William straight in the face.
“I’m ready,” she said, trying to show courage she didn’t really have. I’m ready for anything. What do you want?”
Andrew stepped up next. Caroline cringed as she saw the very brutish man approach her. She expected even rougher treatment than that of William. Obediently she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
To her surprise, Andrew slid his average-sized cock slowly and almost gently into her mouth. He passively let her stimulate him with her oral ministrations. Then, he did something totally unexpected; he removed her nipple clamps. Though the blood returning stung horribly, the relief of the biting and pulling was wonderful.
Soon Andrew began to move on his own and hold her head to control the action. But he was never brutal. Even more than Charles, he instructed her in technique, working with her to try to make the experience mutually satisfying. He took his time. and the extended sensual stimulation of her mouth almost gave Caroline an erotic feeling. My God, she thought, am I enjoying this rape?
Her thoughts were drawn back the action as Andrew’s words gradually became groans and he encouraged her and praised her work. Caroline worked harder to please him, mostly to get the ordeal over with, but, if the truth be told, to make it better for him.
After an extended build up, Andrew came, shouting and crying , “Yes!” over and over. In contrast to the others, he did not force his prick deep in her throat or even threaten her to make her swallow. Nevertheless, Caroline did swallow a substantial fraction and was surprised to find the taste not disgusting.
The other two men declined to get blow jobs and William ordered the woman released and stood before him. The other four surrounded her. William showed he a computer tablet. It had a video stream playing, a close up of a device.
“What do you see there, Caroline?” he asked.
It took a moment to concentrate and identify the sticks of what seemed to be an explosive, wires and a cell phone.
“It’s..it’s a bomb, isn’t it?”
“Right the first time. Now see if you can guess where it is.”
Caroline looked closely, but the surrounding area was dark with indistinct shapes. Then the camera began to pull back and more came in view. It was the crawl space under a building. Further and the edge of the building came in view. It was familiar. Then Caroline gasped. “That’s my house!”
“Correct again! Your sweet little home. Your children should be home from school now and safe and sound.” The men laughed evilly.
“This button,” indicting a red icon at the bottom of the screen, “will set it off. I press this,” he put his finger over the icon, “and BOOM!”
“GOD NO!” screamed the woman grabbing his hand. The others took her arms and twisted them behind her back.
“Not to worry, bitch. I won’t blow them up, not yet. But if you don’t cooperate I just might.” Again he let his finger hover over the deadly red button.
“Oh God, No! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! Please, please don’t!”
“We'll just have to see how nice you can be. You seemed to learn a little about blow jobs. We are going to ask a whole lot more of you, pig. Are you ready?” He gestured for the men to release her.
The mother stood in front of her tormentor, shivering with fear. But her instinct to save her children trumped all other feelings. She stood tall and looked William straight in the face.
“I’m ready,” she said, trying to show courage she didn’t really have. I’m ready for anything. What do you want?”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
VI
“How do you like doggy position, Caroline?” asked Phillip with an evil grin.
“I DON’T. It’s disgusting and …” she caught herself in mid-sentence as William held up the tablet showing her house.
“I’d love to do doggy with you, Phillip,” she said submissively.
Phillip came close to her face and smiled broadly, displaying his rotten teeth and the halitosis produced by them. “Fine, bitch. Get on the bed and show your best doggy/bitch position.”
Caroline went to the bed and got down on all fours. The very act of doing so disgusted her.
“Bitch,” sneered Phillip, “You ain’t hardly trying. If’n you aren’t given head, always put your head right down on the mattress so you show off that big fat ass!” Caroline’s ass was not fat, but Phillip knew saying so would embarrass her further – almost all women are ashamed of their butt in one way or another.
Caroline bent down, giving a little sob as she realized how rudely this displayed her rear.
“Better, but you gotta spread your knees wide; show us what you got; ask us to use your dirty bits.”
God, Caroline thought, why does he have to drag me through the mud? Spreading her knees wide to expose her cunt and asshole, she was surprised to feel a little arousal and warmth in her pussy from the disgusting position.
“You’re a-getting there, girl. Now arch your back down for a better display.” Caroline did so, causing her labia to spread and her cunt to blossom like a flower. “Now reach back around with both your hands and spread those fat buttcheeks wide.”
How can I be doing this, Caroline asked herself? It is so filthy! Even as she thought that, she detected a bit of moisture in her pussy. What is wrong with me, the modest woman asked herself? How can this humiliation excite me?
Caroline didn’t have time to answer her own question, as just then, she felt Phillip climb behind her and place his hand on her cunt.
“How do you like doggy position, Caroline?” asked Phillip with an evil grin.
“I DON’T. It’s disgusting and …” she caught herself in mid-sentence as William held up the tablet showing her house.
“I’d love to do doggy with you, Phillip,” she said submissively.
Phillip came close to her face and smiled broadly, displaying his rotten teeth and the halitosis produced by them. “Fine, bitch. Get on the bed and show your best doggy/bitch position.”
Caroline went to the bed and got down on all fours. The very act of doing so disgusted her.
“Bitch,” sneered Phillip, “You ain’t hardly trying. If’n you aren’t given head, always put your head right down on the mattress so you show off that big fat ass!” Caroline’s ass was not fat, but Phillip knew saying so would embarrass her further – almost all women are ashamed of their butt in one way or another.
Caroline bent down, giving a little sob as she realized how rudely this displayed her rear.
“Better, but you gotta spread your knees wide; show us what you got; ask us to use your dirty bits.”
God, Caroline thought, why does he have to drag me through the mud? Spreading her knees wide to expose her cunt and asshole, she was surprised to feel a little arousal and warmth in her pussy from the disgusting position.
“You’re a-getting there, girl. Now arch your back down for a better display.” Caroline did so, causing her labia to spread and her cunt to blossom like a flower. “Now reach back around with both your hands and spread those fat buttcheeks wide.”
How can I be doing this, Caroline asked herself? It is so filthy! Even as she thought that, she detected a bit of moisture in her pussy. What is wrong with me, the modest woman asked herself? How can this humiliation excite me?
Caroline didn’t have time to answer her own question, as just then, she felt Phillip climb behind her and place his hand on her cunt.
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
VII
As his one hand stroked her labia and the other caressed her inner thighs, Caroline couldn’t help feeling a warm glow start in her pussy and slowly spread through her pelvis and work its way up her body. The position totally exposed all of the hypersensitive parts of her lower anatomy and Phillip, despite looking repulsive, clearly was an expert at stimulating them.
After a couple of minutes of this, Caroline was embarrassed to realize that her pussy had become quite wet. How could a decent wife and mother become aroused by these disgusting men and their forceable rape? Caroline sobbed in despair.
Just then, she felt Phillips cock press against her slit. Without thinking, she rocked backward to help it enter her. As the warm meat enters her pussy, Caroline gave another sigh, this one of arousal.
Soon Phillip was driving his prick in and out of her cunt in vigorous strokes and the woman was responding in kind, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. When he climaxed a short while later, Caroline hadn’t come, but she was close. She gave a little whimper. Whether of relief or disappointment, she was not sure.
Before she had time to recover, Harry stepped up and took Phillips place. With her cunt soaked with her own juices and Phillips cum, he slipped in instantly and began pounding. Reaching under, he cupped her breasts, flicking the sensitive nipples and causing her arousal to again build. This time, Caroline had little resistance left and in just a minute was wracked by what seemed the biggest orgasm of her life. Screaming and beating the mattress with her fists, she rode the wave of heat in her loins as Harry continued to drive his cock into her hot purse.
When Harry finally exploded into her cunt, Caroline was back riding an increasing wave of arousal. The other three men, recovered and excited by watching her hot orgasm, moved in to use her lovely body.
As his one hand stroked her labia and the other caressed her inner thighs, Caroline couldn’t help feeling a warm glow start in her pussy and slowly spread through her pelvis and work its way up her body. The position totally exposed all of the hypersensitive parts of her lower anatomy and Phillip, despite looking repulsive, clearly was an expert at stimulating them.
After a couple of minutes of this, Caroline was embarrassed to realize that her pussy had become quite wet. How could a decent wife and mother become aroused by these disgusting men and their forceable rape? Caroline sobbed in despair.
Just then, she felt Phillips cock press against her slit. Without thinking, she rocked backward to help it enter her. As the warm meat enters her pussy, Caroline gave another sigh, this one of arousal.
Soon Phillip was driving his prick in and out of her cunt in vigorous strokes and the woman was responding in kind, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. When he climaxed a short while later, Caroline hadn’t come, but she was close. She gave a little whimper. Whether of relief or disappointment, she was not sure.
Before she had time to recover, Harry stepped up and took Phillips place. With her cunt soaked with her own juices and Phillips cum, he slipped in instantly and began pounding. Reaching under, he cupped her breasts, flicking the sensitive nipples and causing her arousal to again build. This time, Caroline had little resistance left and in just a minute was wracked by what seemed the biggest orgasm of her life. Screaming and beating the mattress with her fists, she rode the wave of heat in her loins as Harry continued to drive his cock into her hot purse.
When Harry finally exploded into her cunt, Caroline was back riding an increasing wave of arousal. The other three men, recovered and excited by watching her hot orgasm, moved in to use her lovely body.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I beg to apologize to my readers. I realize the posting is erratic and the quality more so. It was just a little idea I had that I rushed out without proper preparation. It is moving rapidly to the conclusion. Just take is as it is meant to be, a short piece of doggerel about rape (and a minor subplot).
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montycrusto
Guest
No need to apologise, I rather like these sketchy pieces
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
So we don't forget the beginning of the story before we get to the end. So we don't forget the beginning of the story before we get to the end. So we don't forget the beginning of the story before we get to the end.
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montycrusto
Guest
Never noticed before how it echoes in here..
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The End (for now)
VIII
Over the next ninety minutes, the five men attacked Caroline sexually in every way possible, vaginally, anally, orally; singly, doubly, even three at a time. While the acts were what Caroline regarded as filthy and perverted, they maintained her in a state of constant, high arousal, and she lost track of how many times she came.
At last they were satiated and left off attacking. Caroline lay on her back on the mattress, arms and legs spread, in a kind of trance of sexual ecstasy. Cum oozed from her cunt and ass and drooled from her mouth.
They allowed her some time to recover, and then William directed her to a bathroom. “Take a shower and clean yourself up bitch.”
Caroline spent a long time under a hot shower, washing the physical and mental residue of the assault off herself. She couldn’t tear her mind away from the intensity of the last few hours of the powerful reaction of her body to multiple sexual assaults. Was this the end, she asked? Or would they just return to another round? Strangely, she didn’t feel any dread at that thought.
As she emerged, naked and glowing, from the shower, several of the men whistled their appreciation of her body. In a totally unplanned response, she smiled at the compliments.
Harry handed her clothes to her and told her to get dressed. When she did, William showed her the tablet. The bomb was gone!
“You’ve been a good sport, bitch. We will take you home and not bother you again.”
“Oh, thank you!”
“But you must never tell anyone what happened here. Or, when you least expect it, the bomb will be back and blow you and your family to hell!”
“I won’t! I won’t! Trust me!”
“I think we can,” said William
Two weeks later
William sat at the bar in the “Biker Haven” black tavern, nursing a club soda. A nervous white man entered and sat tentatively on the stool next to him and ordered a straight bourbon.
“Nice to see you, David. How’s it hanging?” asked William.
“Good, Sir, um, William. Real Good.”
“Did you bring it?”
“Yes,” said David, pulling a thick envelope out of his pocket and sliding it to William. “It’s all there, $5,000 in hundreds, as you said. It’s all there, you can count it.”
“Don’t need to, David,” said William flashing a smile, as the white man gulped down his drink.
“Thanks,” said David winching at the burning drink. “I’m glad to pay.”
“So you another satisfied customer?”
“Oh yes! It’s all you promised and more. She’ll do anything. And I mean anything! I even got some BDSM stuff and she didn't bat an eye! What a wildcat!”
“Glad to please a customer. Remember, feel free to recommend us to your friends. KKR Club – we guarantee the result!”
“Oh yes, Sir. I will,” said David, getting up. "I won't forget," he said nervously, heading for the exit.
As the door closed behind him, William turned to the bartender and ordered another club soda and put the envelope in his back pocket. “Another honky wimp saved from a sexless marriage. God, I love this business!” he said to the tall Oriental man.
“Don’t we all,” said Charles.
VIII
Over the next ninety minutes, the five men attacked Caroline sexually in every way possible, vaginally, anally, orally; singly, doubly, even three at a time. While the acts were what Caroline regarded as filthy and perverted, they maintained her in a state of constant, high arousal, and she lost track of how many times she came.
At last they were satiated and left off attacking. Caroline lay on her back on the mattress, arms and legs spread, in a kind of trance of sexual ecstasy. Cum oozed from her cunt and ass and drooled from her mouth.
They allowed her some time to recover, and then William directed her to a bathroom. “Take a shower and clean yourself up bitch.”
Caroline spent a long time under a hot shower, washing the physical and mental residue of the assault off herself. She couldn’t tear her mind away from the intensity of the last few hours of the powerful reaction of her body to multiple sexual assaults. Was this the end, she asked? Or would they just return to another round? Strangely, she didn’t feel any dread at that thought.
As she emerged, naked and glowing, from the shower, several of the men whistled their appreciation of her body. In a totally unplanned response, she smiled at the compliments.
Harry handed her clothes to her and told her to get dressed. When she did, William showed her the tablet. The bomb was gone!
“You’ve been a good sport, bitch. We will take you home and not bother you again.”
“Oh, thank you!”
“But you must never tell anyone what happened here. Or, when you least expect it, the bomb will be back and blow you and your family to hell!”
“I won’t! I won’t! Trust me!”
“I think we can,” said William
Two weeks later
William sat at the bar in the “Biker Haven” black tavern, nursing a club soda. A nervous white man entered and sat tentatively on the stool next to him and ordered a straight bourbon.
“Nice to see you, David. How’s it hanging?” asked William.
“Good, Sir, um, William. Real Good.”
“Did you bring it?”
“Yes,” said David, pulling a thick envelope out of his pocket and sliding it to William. “It’s all there, $5,000 in hundreds, as you said. It’s all there, you can count it.”
“Don’t need to, David,” said William flashing a smile, as the white man gulped down his drink.
“Thanks,” said David winching at the burning drink. “I’m glad to pay.”
“So you another satisfied customer?”
“Oh yes! It’s all you promised and more. She’ll do anything. And I mean anything! I even got some BDSM stuff and she didn't bat an eye! What a wildcat!”
“Glad to please a customer. Remember, feel free to recommend us to your friends. KKR Club – we guarantee the result!”
“Oh yes, Sir. I will,” said David, getting up. "I won't forget," he said nervously, heading for the exit.
As the door closed behind him, William turned to the bartender and ordered another club soda and put the envelope in his back pocket. “Another honky wimp saved from a sexless marriage. God, I love this business!” he said to the tall Oriental man.
“Don’t we all,” said Charles.
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montycrusto
Guest
Happy endings all round!! A nice tale. Short and..if not sweet, then certainly tasty.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
My object all sublime...
For anyone wishing to hire the Club, they can be reached at the "Biker Haven" 1-702-KKR-CLUB (702-557-2582)
John Delves Richardson
Governor
Brilliant work, I enjoyed it all!
