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RAPED BY EVERYONE SHE MET TONIGHT

STOCKHOLM SEX SYNDROME

TRIED TO FUCK MY EX, ENDED UP RAPING MY SISTER

BLACKMAIL BACKFIRED

GANG RAPED AFTER WORK

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Sarah felt the rough brick scraping her palms as he pinned her wrists against the wall, her tears leaving dark trails in her mascara. The bass from the club thumped dully in the background, almost drowning out her whimpers. Her black cocktail dress had ridden up around her waist, the fabric bunched and twisted.

"Please..." she sobbed, trying to twist away from him. "I trusted you..."

The man grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place. The alley reeked of stale beer and garbage, steam rising from a nearby vent casting an eerie glow in the darkness. His breath was hot and heavy against her neck, making her skin crawl.

"Shut up," he growled. "You wanted this, coming out here alone with me."

Sarah's legs trembled as she struggled to stay upright, mascara-stained tears dripping onto her exposed pale chest. The night had started so normally – drinks, dancing, flirting with this seemingly charming stranger. Now here she was, trapped between his muscled body and the filthy alley wall, her stockings torn and hanging in tatters.

His thrusts grew more aggressive as she squirmed and fought, her muffled screams echoing off the brick walls. The music from the club provided perfect cover, ensuring no one would hear her desperate cries for help. Her shoulders scraped painfully against the rough brick as he used her body for his pleasure.

"God you’re such a little slut," the man panted, his grip tightening painfully on her hip. His cock slammed into her faster and harder as his excitement built. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying for it to be over soon.

The throbbing bass continued to pulse through the wall behind them, providing a twisted rhythm to match his brutal pace. Her legs had gone numb, held up only by his crushing grip on her body. She had stopped fighting now, knowing it was useless to resist. All she could do was endure until he finished using her.

The man continued his vicious assault, his movements becoming more erratic. Sarah had gone nearly limp against the wall, her throat raw from crying. She felt him tensing, his breathing becoming more ragged. At the last moment, he yanked himself out of her, letting her crumple to the filthy ground. He shot his load against the brick she had just been standing against.

He fixed his clothes quickly, not even looking at her as she lay there sobbing. The heavy metal door to the club slammed behind him as he disappeared back inside, leaving her alone in the dark alley.

Sarah didn't know how long she lay there before she heard familiar voices calling her name. Her best friend Jessica's gasp cut through the night air as they found her.

"Oh my god, Sarah! What happened? Who did this?"

Through her tears, Sarah managed to describe the man to her friends as they helped her to her feet, trying to straighten her torn dress. Jessica immediately called 911, but the dispatcher's tone was dismissive almost immediately.

"Ma'am, if you've been injured, you should go to the hospital," the dispatcher said flatly. "We can take a report, but without any immediate danger or serious injuries..."

Jessica's face twisted in fury as she hung up. "Fucking useless," she spat, wrapping her jacket around Sarah's shoulders. "Come on honey, we're going to the ER ourselves."

Sarah could barely walk, her legs still shaking as her friends supported her weight between them. The neon signs from the club cast harsh shadows across their faces as they made their way to Jessica's car, leaving the pulsing music and uncaring crowd behind them.

The fluorescent lights of the exam room hummed overhead as Sarah sat shivering on the paper-covered table. Dr. Mitchell entered, his silver hair and practiced smile doing little to mask the predatory gleam in his eyes. After reviewing her chart, he dismissed Jessica to the waiting room despite Sarah's pleading look.

The nurse who came in was methodical and professional as she collected evidence, documenting Sarah's injuries with clinical detachment. Once finished, she left with the rape kit samples, the door clicking shut behind her.

Dr. Mitchell's demeanor changed instantly. The lock engaged with a metallic snap that made Sarah's blood run cold. His white coat rustled as he approached the exam table, blocking her path to the door.

"Now then," he said, voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "It will take a little while to get your test results back. You’ll be able to go home to wait for them. But first..." His hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her back against the cold table. "You're going to be very quiet, aren't you?"

Sarah's eyes darted desperately to the call button, now just out of reach. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as the exam paper crinkled beneath her. Her earlier trauma left her too weak to fight.

Dr. Mitchell towered over Sarah as she lay vulnerable on the exam table. Her black hair spilled across the paper, a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. The bright lights caught the glint of her nose ring and the row of studs along her ear. Intricate tattoo sleeves wrapped both arms, blooming roses and thorny vines disappearing beneath her thin hospital gown.

He yanked the gown open, revealing her full breasts adorned with silver barbells through each nipple. More tattoos decorated her rib cage – delicate script and geometric patterns that drew his hungry gaze. His fingers traced along the black lines decorating her skin as she trembled.

"Open," he demanded, gripping her jaw with one hand, as the other unzipped his pants and freed his cock from its confines. Her dark-painted lips parted reluctantly as tears welled in her eyes. He forced himself past her tongue piercing, groaning as he gripped her hair to control her movements. His other hand explored her body, trailing over the small crystal in her navel, down to where a small tattoo marked her hip.

"Please..." she whispered when he briefly pulled out, now fully erect. "Don't do this..."

He ignored her pleas, climbing onto the exam table. The paper tore beneath them as he positioned himself between her legs. Sarah's fingers clutched desperately at the thin mattress, her body shaking as he pushed inside her. Tears continued spilling down her cheeks as he began thrusting, the metal exam table creaking rhythmically.

His pace grew more frenzied, one hand clamping over her mouth to muffle her sobs. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his face as he used her, his other hand held hard onto her hip. Sarah kept her eyes squeezed shut, silently praying for it to end.

When he finally finished, he pulled out and spilled onto her stomach with a grunt. He cleaned himself with an exam room towel, tossing it carelessly onto her trembling form before straightening his clothes.

"Someone will call you at home when those test results are ready," he said coldly, unlocking the door and stepping out into the sterile hallway, leaving Sarah broken and alone once again.

Jessica's footsteps and movements echoed from the upstairs bathroom as Sarah sat outside trying to find some peace in the cool night air. Her hands still trembled as she pulled a cigarette from her pack, the lighter flame dancing in the darkness. The patio chair felt foreign beneath her, like everything else tonight – disconnected and surreal.

Her black hair hung limp around her face, the silver rings in her nose and ears catching faint glints from the security light. The intricate tattoos adorning her arms seemed to writhe in the shadows as she hugged herself against the chill. Her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths beneath her borrowed t-shirt, the metal barbells in her nipples sensitive against the fabric.

Inside, Jessica called out that she was hopping in the shower, her voice muffled through the walls. Sarah barely registered the words, lost in the fog of trauma that clouded her mind. She hadn't told Jessica about what the doctor had done – couldn't form the words to describe yet another violation. The thought made bile rise in her throat.

The cigarette burned forgotten between her fingers as she stared vacantly into the darkness, her mind replaying the horrors of the night against her will. The sound of running water from Jessica's shower provided a steady backdrop to her spiraling thoughts. She hadn't heard the phone call Jessica made ordering pizza before getting in, didn't register that food was on its way.

She was still lost in that dissociative haze when headlights swept across the yard, announcing the arrival of the delivery driver. But in her fractured state, those approaching footsteps might as well have been coming from another world entirely. The crunch of gravel under tires drew closer as the delivery driver pulled up. Sarah barely registered the sound through her mental fog, still lost in the trauma of the night. His footsteps approached the patio, pizza box held out in front of him.

"Twenty-eight fifty," he repeated impatiently, looking down at Sarah's huddled form. Her vacant eyes finally lifted to meet his, confusion evident on her tear-stained face. The security light cast harsh shadows across her features, glinting off her various piercings.

"I... don't understand..." she mumbled, her tattooed fingers trembling as she tried to process what was happening. The cigarette ash finally fell, scattering across her borrowed t-shirt.

His expression darkened as he set the pizza down on the patio table. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer, misinterpreting her trauma-induced confusion for an attempt to get free food. The shower could still be heard running inside as he reached for her arm.

"Think you can just get this for nothing?" he growled, yanking her to her feet. Her legs were unsteady as he dragged her toward Jessica’s car, her black hair falling in her face as she stumbled. He pinned her against the cold metal of the passenger door, her pale skin glowing in the security light, and yanked the borrowed t-shirt up and off in one fluid motion. Sarah's massive breasts swung free in the harsh light, her silver barbells catching the glow as tears streamed down her face. “Jesus Christ those are amazing!” the man exclaimed, immediately moving to fondle them. “I bet you pay for a lot of things this way.” His head moved closer as he began to lick around the pierced nipples and her large areola. He let out satisfactory moans as he sucked them, hefting their weight with his hands as he played.

He spun her around and moved down, to push her against the hood of the car, the cold metal pressing against her tattoo-covered stomach. “Lucky for you, I love working things out this way," he growled, keeping her pinned as she trembled. Her hair fell around her face, partially hiding her expression as she squeezed her eyes shut. He unzipped his pants, pulling free his erect dick, then ripped her pants down as well. He stroked himself as he reached under to rub her pussy as well, working a finger in once her unwanted wetness started appearing.

He pushed his cock in roughly, stretching her lips out as he stuffed himself in. “Bitches like you are why I haven’t quit this job yet. God I love this.” He was fucking her hard now, pounding against her ass. He lifted her body off the car hood and made her hold herself up on her elbows so he could touch and watch her tits while he smashed her. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her with each brutal thrust, the piercings glinting rhythmically in the artificial light.

The sound of running water from Jessica's shower continued to mask Sarah's quiet sobs. Her ringed fingers scrabbled uselessly against the car's hood as he used her, adding another violation to her traumatic night. When he finally finished with a grunt, Sarah felt the warm evidence of his release dripping down her thighs.

He stepped back, leaving her collapsed against the car. Scooping up her discarded shirt from the ground, he tucked it into his delivery bag with a smirk. "Thanks for the tip," he called over his shoulder as he walked away toward his own car, leaving Sarah naked and shaking in the night air.

The pizza sat forgotten on the patio table as Sarah struggled to process what had just happened, wondering how she would explain her missing shirt to Jessica.

Sarah stumbled through the patio door, her arms crossed over her exposed breasts, wetness streamed down her face. The security light cast harsh shadows through the window behind her as she collapsed against the wall. Her black hair clung to her tear-stained cheeks, her pale skin covered in goosebumps from the chill.

Jessica emerged from the hallway wrapped in a towel, steam still rising from her shower-fresh skin. Her concerned expression quickly shifted as she took in Sarah's state – topless, shaking, fresh bruises forming.

"Again?" Jessica's voice held an edge Sarah had never heard before. "Even when you're broken and crying, they still want you, don't they?" She stepped closer, reaching out to trace a finger along one of Sarah's arm tattoos. "Is it all this ink? The metal in your skin?"

Her hand moved up to cup one of Sarah's heavy breasts, thumb brushing over the silver barbell. "Or is it these? These massive tits that make every man lose his mind?" Jessica's touch wasn't gentle anymore, fingers digging into the soft flesh as Sarah whimpered.

"Please," Sarah whispered, trying to pull away. "I didn't want-"

"Didn't want what?" Jessica cut her off, pressing closer. "Didn't want him to fill you up?" Jessica's fingers dug roughly into Sarah's sensitive flesh as she pushed her to the floor.

Jessica pinned Sarah's wrists above her head with one hand while her other hand explored Sarah's trembling body. Sarah's round breasts heaved with each shaky breath, her piercings shining in the kitchen light as Jessica roughly squeezed and twisted them.

"Let's see what our delivery boy left for me," Jessica purred, her fingers probing between Sarah's thighs. She scooped up the evidence of his visit, bringing her fingers to her mouth with a moan. "Mmm, still warm. But we're not done yet..."

Sarah sobbed as Jessica's skilled fingers worked her sensitive flesh, her body betraying her despite the trauma. Jessica's touch alternated between cruel and tender, building waves of unwanted pleasure. Sarah's back arched involuntarily as Jessica found all her most responsive spots.

"That's it, let it happen," Jessica commanded, increasing her pace. Sarah's tits bounced with each movement, her whole body trembling. "Show me how your body responds to everyone who wants you."

When Sarah finally shattered, her scream echoed through the kitchen. Her body convulsed with waves of forced pleasure as Jessica continued her assault. But she wasn't finished – she crawled up Sarah's sweat-slicked body and straddled her face.

"My turn now," she growled, gripping Sarah's hair painfully. She ground herself against Sarah's mouth, forcing her to use her tongue. "Make me cum like all those boys do for you."

Sarah had no choice but to comply, her tears mixing with Jessica's wetness as she was made to pleasure her attacker. Jessica rode her face roughly until she too found her release, crying out in ecstasy as she flooded Sarah's mouth.

They collapsed in a heap on the kitchen floor, both women panting heavily. Sarah curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her exposed breasts as fresh tears fell. The night's violations seemed endless, each one breaking her spirit further.

Jessica stood on shaky legs, looking down at Sarah's broken form with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. "Now you’re learning know how it feels to be used, instead of giving yourself to everybody all the time" she spat, before heading back toward her bedroom, leaving Sarah alone with her shame and trauma on the cold kitchen floor.

Sarah lay trembling on the kitchen floor, still processing Jessica's assault when the doorbell chimed. Jessica emerged from her room, now dressed, and opened the door to find Mike standing there. His muscular frame filled the doorway as he stepped inside.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked, noticing Sarah's crumpled form.

Jessica waved dismissively. "Oh, she's just worn out from all her fun tonight. You know Sarah – can't keep her hands off anyone." She pressed against Mike seductively. "Speaking of hands..."

Sarah watched through tear-stained vision as Jessica sank to her knees, unfastening Mike's jeans. She unleashed his thick cock and used both hands to start working him into an erection. “Look at her body Mike, isn’t it nice? Those huge pale tits, they just ripple and bounce as you fuck her.” Mike was appreciating the sight and the attention, his cock becoming engorged. “Oh and she’s very good with her tongue also. Almost as good as me.” She took Mike into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his big knob. Jessica made a show of pleasuring him, making sure Sarah could see every moment. Her head bobbed rhythmically as she prepared him, her eyes locked on Sarah's broken expression.

"Want to have some fun with her too?" Jessica purred between strokes. "She's already had quite a few tonight – what's one more?"

Mike's eyes darkened with lust as he continued examining Sarah's exposed body. Jessica guided him toward her roommate's prone form, throbbing hard from her attention. Sarah could only whimper as he approached, knowing there was more trauma to come.

Jessica settled in to watch, a cruel smile playing across her lips as Mike towered over her former friend. He pulled Sarah up into a sitting position and squatted to rub the head of his dick against her mouth. “Show me what she means,” he said in a commanding voice. Sarah was beyond reacting, or screaming,  or fighting. Her mouth opened as she stared at him with dead eyes. Mike squeezed himself inside her small mouth with his thickness. Her tongue was lazily licking anything it could reach, with no effort to make it a good blowjob. Mike began thrusting against into her mouth as well, but shortly stopped. Aside to Jessica he said, “No, you’re wrong. Nowhere near as good as you, and her mouth is too dry. Let’s move somewhere wetter.”

Mike hoisted Sarah's limp form from the floor, positioning her on the couch. He knelt and placed his mouth against her pussy, using his tongue to open her up and taste her insides. Hey body responded like it had all night, despite her wishes that it wouldn’t. Her juices were flowing and her pussy was inviting. Mike knelt down onto the couch and lined himself up with her. He looked at Jessica who was in a nearby chair, clothes off again, watching with lust. He kept his eyes locked on Jessica as his thick shaft pressed against Sarah and he entered forcefully, making her gasp. Sarah's heavy breasts bounced with each powerful thrust as he gripped her hips, using his strength to control her completely.

Jessica watched hungrily from her chair, fingers working between her legs. "Show her what a real man feels like," she purred, spreading herself wider. Her eyes locked with Sarah's tear-filled ones as Mike used her roommate's body for his satisfaction.

Mike’s rough voice said, “Baby, you’re right about those tits. Look at how they move. They are so nice.” His hands reached for them, squeezing them together, thumbs rubbing her pierced nipples that had grown hard. He stopped suddenly. “Ugh, this is uncomfortable.”

Mike manhandled Sarah to the kitchen counter, bending her over the cold surface. Her pierced nipples scraped against the granite as he pushed her down. He grabbed his cock and fit himself back inside of her, his thickness spreading her wide again. He began pounding against her ass grunting in satisfaction as he hammered her.