Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 3
by DEDHeather94
When consciousness returned to me I found myself face-down in
a small dark place, unable to move my arms or legs. I could hear the
hum of a car motor, and had a sense of being sped along. After a few
moments of disoriented confusion, I soon realized the handcuffs had
been exchanged for ropes, and that I was hog-tied. The next thing to
register was that I was gagged--something silky (probably my panties)
was stuffed into my mouth and lengths of electrical or duct tape was
holding them in place. I figured out the dark place I was in was the
trunk of a car.
I was being sped to some new torment and all I could do was
lay there feeling the vibrations of the motor, and praying I'd live
thru whatever was about to happen. I could hear the distant voices
of my captors, talking and occasionally laughing from the front of
the car. It was so strange...while in this tiny speeding prison,
gagged and tied the way I was, I had the most powerful feeling of
deja-vu....as if I'd been here before.
* * * * *
"Ok, here's the rules", Chuck was saying to Eric, whose
initial protests had been quieted by his raging hard-on over what was
happening to me now.
"We can do whatever we want to her, whatever hurts, just no
pushing. Whoever makes her fall wins".
"What if she doesn't fall? Do we just play till she does?"
"Oh she will...eventually. But just in case she doesn't,
whoever makes her scream the loudest thru her gag wins".
I listened in horror as I stood there shivering in the autumn
breeze, my jeans having been removed from me while unconscious. All
I had on now was the black teddy, the front still shoved down, my
breasts still exposed.
We were deep in some woods. I have no idea where, but it
appeared we were isolated. The small campfire burning nearby and a
few lanterns were the only lights. Other than that, total darkness
surrounded us. I mention being chilly, but that was the least of my
worries, nor was it the cause of most of my shivering. Did I say I
was standing? That's not quite accurate. What I was really doing
was balancing precariously on top of one of those stepladders that
unfold and have only a few rungs. It wasn't very steady on the
uneven ground. Those things tend to be shaky anyway, and this one
was doubly so. Balancing on the jittering ladder was made even harder
by the fact that I was forced to stand on tiptoes. Hard as it was to
keep steady, I somehow managed, for you see, my very life was in the
balance because of the noose tightly knotted around my neck. The
other end was thrown over a sturdy limb above me twice, then tied
securely to a lower limb close to the bottom of the tree we all stood
under.
The men who had brought me here were standing maybe three
feet below me, discussing the rules of Chuck's new game--a game where
the object was making me fall from my ladder. I was sure it wouldn't
take much, and my terror was extreme.
Upon releasing me from the trunk, they had freed my feet and
pulled me toward the tree they had already prepared. My wrists were
still bound tightly behind me. My screams of terror, although gagged,
had risen to an impressive level while they dragged me to the tree,
where I saw the ladder and the noose. The end had been thrown over
the branch only once at that point, and the entire rope dangled
loosely, waiting for me.
The sight of the noose filled me with so much terror I
hysterically refused to climb the ladder and struggled with every bit
of strength I could muster. It took both of them to even get me near
it. My frantic struggles only made them have to work harder, but
they got me there. Both of them combined were way stronger than me,
even if I hadn't been bound. Chuck threw the noose around my neck
while Eric held me; a task I didn't make easy for him because of my
kicking and thrashing. However, once the rope was tightened around
my throat, and Chuck started pulling the other end, it was either
climb the damn ladder or choke then and there. Eric guided me up the
few rungs, then held me steady at the top till Chuck was able to
throw the end over the branch once more and pull out the slack. He
pulled till I was forced to stand on my tiptoes--I suppose he thought
being able to stand on the bottoms of my feet would be too easy for
me. I was also forced to stop fighting and screaming, to stay calm
and concentrate all my will on keeping my balance.
So here I stood...on top of that rickety, shaking stepladder,
half naked, shivering with cold and absolute terror...my wrists tied
behind me, still gagged...my heels unable to touch the shaking,
uneven structure that was the only thing keeping me alive. And they
were talking about making me scream....making me fall.
I now understood the extent of Chuck's fury at having been
outsmarted by me initially. I saw he meant it when he'd shouted that
he would kill me. And Eric, the cop from New York who'd foiled my
revenge had also sealed my fate. He had nothing against me
personally--in fact he seemed to like me. But he had a rape fantasy
he'd come to fulfill, and thanks to Chuck, he was discovering an even
darker side to himself. Seeing me at the edge of death, helpless,
bound, scared beyond comprehension, was exciting him more than he
probably would have admitted, even to himself. To Chuck it was
personal, and I was a bitch who was going to pay. To Eric it was a
fantasy, and I was merely a body--a non-person.
This meant of course, that I was going to hang. I knew when
I lost my precarious footing on this ladder there wouldn't be much of
a fall, so I would strangle slowly. But first I was going to be the
object of some terrible game that could have come straight from a
macabre carnival in Hell....I could almost hear a demonic barker
shouting "HURT THE BITCH AND MAKE HER FALL....MAKE HER HANG AND WIN
IT ALL!!!"
I was going to hang...ohgod, oh yes indeed....but first I was
going to suffer...
I watched helplessly as they cut small branches from nearby
trees; some with leaves still clinging to them, some without. As
kids, most of us called these switches...used by parents before
everybody got all PC to swat us with when we misbehaved. I'd never
felt more afraid of a switch than I did at that moment.
Chuck approached me first with his switch, and was taunting
me with it....trailing it down my body gently and speaking to me with
soft menace.
"Ready Bitch? Stay focused, now..."
His arm raised, and it was a great effort to not flinch
away. I bit into the gag and tried to prepare for the pain, but when
the blow landed across my thighs it was all I could do to remain
still. The fiery sting whipped thru my nerves--making me jerk
despite the necessity to remain as still as possible. I couldn't
help crying out.
When Eric stepped up for his turn I looked him in the eye,
but he looked away from my gaze and chose to land his blow across my
butt, made bare after he pulled my teddy down further. Again I cried
out and shuddered violently, but again I managed somehow to keep my
footing. The noose, so tight around my neck was a constant reminder
that I had to keep still, no matter what they did to me.
"Asshole, you hit like a girl!", Chuck was laughing. He then
whipped his switch across my bare breasts. That hurt so bad I wanted
to curl up into a wailing, wounded little ball, but of course all I
could do was make my feet stay steady, move as little as possible,
and howl my pain into the gag.
This went on for what seemed like forever, and very little of
my flesh was spared. When they tired of the switches, they removed
their belts and hit me with those. Many times I very nearly
overtuned the shaky ladder, my feet scrambling madly to keep it from
toppling. One of those times was because of a terrible cramp in my
right calf. As if I wasn't enduring enough pain, my own body added
to it. Having to stay on tiptoes was straining my calf muscles to
the limit, so a cramp was inevitable. Hoping my left leg wouldn't
cramp up at the same time, I was forced to shift my weight entirely
to the ball of my left foot while I flexed my right foot upwards in a
desperate attempt to make the clenching muscles loosen up. Luckily
it was Eric's turn when the cramp hit, and he waited till it looked
like I had the agony in my leg under control before he delivered his
blow. To his credit, and Chuck's scorn, he didn't hit me as hard
that time. To make up for that, Chuck hit me extra hard when his
turn came around.
My whole body felt on fire from the constant beating, and
every muscle felt strained to the limit with my efforts to keep from
falling. I knew I couldn't last much longer, and once I even
considered cheating them by simply stepping off the ladder and ending
the unbearable suffering. The only thing stopping me was my will to
live. I didn't want to die that way. I didn't want to die at all.
Still, there was only so much pain I could stand and still keep
myself from writhing enough to fall from my unsteady perch.
"Chuck, I don't think she's gonna fall", said Eric after
they'd lashed every part of me that was already stinging from the
switches, "why don't we quit, ok? I'm about to burst here".
Chuck was lighting a cigarette as Eric was speaking, and he
moved close to me again. Looking up at me with an evil grin, he blew
smoke at me and replied.
"Yeah, ok. We'll stop. But first I want to try one more
thing..."
With that, he lifted the cigarette to one of my exposed and
welted breasts, but slowly...making me flinch back despite the
danger. I shook my head frantically, wailing and trying to plead
with him wordlessly not to do it. When the smoldering end of the
butt finally touched the side of my right breast the explosion of
pain was too intense to stay still.
Shrieking madly, my body reacted to the pain of fire by
instinctively twisting violently to escape it, despite the frantic
warning from what remained of my rational mind. My agony was finally
stronger than my body's ability to endure it and remain still. I'm
only human.
My screams rose in panic when I felt the ladder finally tip
beyond the reach of my feet to retrieve it. Then all cries were cut
off cleanly when my tumble was stopped short by the rope snapping
around my neck.
I was only dimly aware of my body turning at the end of the
rope....of my feet kicking frantically to find some purchase, and of
Eric shouting "SHIT!!!" in a high, frightened voice. Mostly what I
was aware of was the enourmous pressure in my head, like it would
explode, and the horrible pain in my throat and neck from supporting
my whole body. It was amazing how swiftly both my screams and breath
were cut off. My kicking was only tightening the rope more, but I
couldn't stop.
These things happened in only a few split seconds I suppose.
Before my body had turned in a complete circle, the pressure from my
neck and head lifted somewhat when I felt strong arms about my waist
lifting me quickly. I could hear my rescuer shouting but his voice
sounded very far away because of the dull roaring in my ears as the
blood trapped there tried to flow again.
"Chuck HELP me Goddammit!! Give me your knife!"
Eric was holding me aloft awkwardly, shouting for Chuck to
help after he'd tried unsuccessfully to loosen the noose with one
panicky hand. His other arm was around me to keep me from hanging
again. The noose had become terribly tight when I'd briefly swung
from it. The worst of the pressure was off my neck, but I still felt
like I was strangling.
I could hear Chuck laughing....the bastard.
"Hey check it out....I won".
"CHUCK!", Eric sounded desperate.
"Why don't you just let her hang? It would be less trouble"
Fuck you, I thought. God how I hated him. I was wishing I'd
just killed him while I had the chance. But despite his cruel jokes
he responded quickly enough, cutting the rope himself while Eric was
still frantically reaching for the knife and trying to keep me aloft
with one arm.
Because of Eric's awkward hold on me, when the rope was
suddenly cut I fell to the ground, my sudden plummet causing him to
lose his grip on me.
"Ohgod! Oh shit!!...Oh Heather, I'm sorry....oh MAN!!"
Eric was babbling with the fervor of an unbeliever who
suddenly bursts into prayer when faced with danger as he knelt beside
me and removed the gag. I barely felt the pain of the tape being
pulled from my face with panicky swiftness. He yanked at the noose
still around my neck until the knots finally began to give. I was
gasping precious air as deeply as I could, though it hurt my throat,
then coughing which hurt it even worse. I had turned onto my side,
coughing painfully and sobbing with a mixture of lingering terror
from my brush with death, and relief that I was still alive. The fact
that every bit of my body felt afire with pain from the many welts
and recent burn didn't slow my tears down either.
Eric untied my wrists, still babbling apologies. Despite his
excitement at my peril, he'd obviously been scared badly. Not quite
as much as me, but I suppose it's a good thing he was. I didn't
doubt that Chuck would have just let me hang till my frantic kicking
and all other motion stopped. I couldn't see Chuck from where I was
laying at the moment, and couldn't hear him either. But I could feel
him silently watching, and I could still feel his malevolence toward
me, only somewhat quelled by my torture so far.
While I was still on the ground, Eric suddenly gripped me and
turned me onto my back. His hands moved further down and pulled my
skimpy garment the rest of the way off me. He was breathing heavily
and moaning, and incredibly, still saying he was sorry over and over
even as he was undoing his pants.
Although I was no longer tied, I didn't try to fight or even
offer a token resistance when his hands pulled my knees apart. When
his body lowered onto mine, and his hardness plunged into me, I only
kept sobbing...no less than before, but no more either. I had almost
died, and was still reeling from that. So being violated on the cold
and dirty ground, although rude, wasn't the worst thing to have
happened this night. At least I was alive.
Chuck dropped to his knees beside my head then and growled at
Eric to "move back some, motherfucker". Eric complied by grasping
each of my legs on either side of him and pulling my lower body up as
he sat up on his knees, leaving me with my shoulders and head on the
ground. This new position allowed deeper penetration, and he resumed
pumping into me with even more enthusiasm.
Before I could barely adjust, Chuck picked up my head,
sliding one knee under my neck and began shoving his hard, hateful
cock between my lips, still parted by my steady sobbing.
I started to resist then--to fight. I knew it wouldn't do
any good, but I had to try. I couldn't stop thinking that he would
have killed me--after all, he made me fall. His determination to
fuck my mouth, to me, meant only that he was going to finish the job
by choking me to death with his cock instead of hanging me.
My head twisted violently away from him. I was screaming
then, my unbound arms and hands lashing out to slap, scratch,
pinch....anything to keep him from doing that to me. Chuck put down
the rebellion quickly--he was much stronger and my position wasn't a
very good one for fighting anyway. After a volley of fresh slaps and
curses, he held my arms easily even as he held my head in place and
filled my mouth with his hardness as I knew he would eventually.
Soon, both men were pumping into me at both ends with urgent abandon.
Eric came first--the speed of his eager plunges building to a
frantic pace till I felt him throbbing inside me and the unmistakable
sticky wetness as his ejaculate filled me. Chuck had been thrusting
cruelly into my already aching throat, and I was praying he would
finish soon. Since Eric was making no secret of his orgasm, with his
loud groans and shouts of "Oh Christ I'm cumming", I figured surely
Chuck wouldn't be far behind. They were both wildly excited by my
earlier torture and peril.
Eric withdrew and collapsed on the ground next to me,
panting. Chuck pulled out of my mouth some and and asked,
"What's wrong bitch? Your throat hurt?"
I managed a small nod, although I didn't expect he'd show me
any mercy--I knew he'd probably just laugh before plunging in even
deeper. He surprised me by pulling out completely.
"Ok! I won't fuck it anymore....for now."
I gasped then with horror when he turned me over roughly,
cackling wildly. I cried out in horror when I felt his still swollen
cock shoving against my ass.
"NOOOO!!! OHGOD NOT THERE!!"
"Eric just fucked your pussy, slut. I don't want sloppy
seconds!"
With that, he shoved forward with a beastly grunt, forcing
himself into my ass brutally, and forcing the loudest and longest
scream from me yet. The pain was so sudden and so huge that after
that first agonized scream I couldn't even draw in enough breath to
breathe or even scream again for what felt like an eternity.
He began fucking me then, increasing his brutal stabs as I
shrieked in wrenching agony, clawed at the ground and begged him to
stop.
Through a haze of pain and shock I was dimly aware of Eric's
face close to mine. He lay next to me, his eyes darting from Chuck's
brutal performance to the contortions of suffering on my face. He
was getting excited again and started kissing me, muffling my screams
with his mouth.
It didn't take Chuck that long to finish with me, although it
felt like forever. I felt my insides flooded with his foul jism a
few moments before he finally pulled out of me. As I lay sobbing
with pain and relief that it was over, I was horrified when Eric took
his place behind me.
"NO!!! Oh NO!!! DON'T!!! OH PLEASE NO MORE!!!", I screamed
hysterically. But Eric, who apparently didn't mind sloppy seconds at
all, quickly forced his own still-hard cock into my stretched and
wounded rectum.
Although not quite as brutal as Chuck had been, his arousal
at having just witnessed my last anal rape made him quite deaf to my
pleas. Soon he was carried away and fucking my ass with painful
pounding strokes as my sobs and screams rang out into the dark
night. My face scraped back and forth across the ground...my tears
were turning the dirt there to mud.
I could hear Chuck laughing and making encouraging remarks to
his pal as he doused the small fire and walked back and forth,
gathering up the lanterns, ladder and rope and putting them in the
car.
It took Eric much longer to cum this time, and his thrusts
were picking up a speed every bit as brutal as Chuck's had been.
Somewhere along the way, carried away by his lust and fulfillment of
what was likely a lifetime of a forbidden wish to rape a woman, Eric
had dropped whatever concern he'd had for me at first, and now seemed
bent on making every second of this rare opportunity count. I was
sure I would die of the pain before he was finally finished with me.
Finally he did finish, and withdrew from me silently. He
left me there still sobbing, and walked back to the car, where I
heard him get inside and close the door, still without saying a
word. Chuck walked back over to where I lay, still shell-shocked,
dropped my clothes on the ground next to me, and told me to get
dressed. He'd even found my missing sweater.
I was cold and shivering, but couldn't move. I just kept
crying. Chuck squatted next to me and I winced, fully expecting a
new torrent of abuse, but he just sighed and said, "Oh, Heather...."
in an odd voice that sounded like a mixture of exasperation, pity and
maybe even a touch of remorse, but I doubt it. He hauled me into a
sitting position and helped me into my clothes almost tenderly, as if
I were a doll or a small child, and I winced and cried out in fresh
pain when the material touched my many welts.
Nobody said much on the ride back into town. Instead of the
trunk, they put me in the back seat where I lay silent and still as
if dead. As much as I hadn't wanted to die when the noose had been
around my neck, I wished for death now. Actually, I just wanted out
of my own abused body...being inside it was hurting too much. Every
part of me hurt.
Back at the hotel, I was hoping against hope that they would
just let me out and leave, but that wasn't to be. Incredibly, the
bastards still weren't done with me, and the night was about to get
much longer.
*****
To Be Concluded...
