Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 4
by DEDHeather94
They've finally gone now. I've barely moved from the same
spot I awoke in. I need to go home, but the thought of moving right
now feels as impossible as disappearing into thin air...which is
what I'd like to do more than anything.
Everything hurts...more so now than in the woods. Hard as it
is to believe, everything that happened in the woods was only a warm-
up. Every goddamn part of me that hadn't been beaten with sticks or
belts, rope burned or nearly strangled (and some parts of me that
was) was fucked--brutally and without mercy. Every part of me that
counts as an entrance into, or even out of my body was plundered and
abused beyond anything I've ever endured.
I can't move.....I can't go home, not like this. I want to
die. I want to kill. That's pretty funny since I can't even bring
myself to walk a few feet to the bathroom.
* * * * *
The drive back to the hotel must have revived them to new
heights of sadistic lust. I'd thought surely they had done enough to
me in the woods....but every time one of them did something to me it
seemed to excite the other one all over again, and it was monkey-see
monkey-do back and forth for a long time.
They stripped me again once we were behind the locked door
(eagerly pulling their own clothes off again as well), and pulled me
into the shower. I'd gotten quite dirty while being raped on the
forest floor, not to mention scummy inside and out with their filthy
cum.
A shower probably would have made me feel somewhat better if
Eric hadn't been holding me while Chuck roughly soaped me down. That
done, they both pushed me to my knees on the hard wet porcelain, and
Eric continued to hold me while Chuck promptly forced his cock down
my throat while the water continued to cascade over us.
I had to endure the pain of his vicious thrusts into a throat
already hurting from my brief hanging and the screams that had
followed while being brutally sodomized in the dark woods. I did
endure....it was all I could do. I couldn't stop what was happening
to me. Wishing it away wasn't working, so I somehow lived thru each
of Chuck's merciless jabs into my wounded throat. all the while
feeling Eric's hardening cock rubbing against my face, and hearing
both of their panting and moans and disgusting grunts behind the
steady hissing noise of the shower.
When Chuck forced me to swallow his cum, I had barely stopped
coughing and retching when Eric stepped up and forced me to do the
same for him. Between what I was forced to swallow and the water
that kept streaming down my face and getting into my nose, I wondered
more than once if I would drown.
They tied me to the bed while I was still naked and mostly
still wet from the shower. My wrists were tied together, the rope
binding them tied to the bed so my arms were above my head. My legs
were splayed apart and my ankles tied to each end of the bed, keeping
me helpless and unable to move except for some useless thrashing.
Chuck shoved my panties into my mouth and taped them inside again so
they could, as he said "have a little more fun with this bitch" and
not have to worry about any annoying sounds from me that might bring
help.
They amused themselves then by tormenting me with various
painful tortures, getting excited again as they watched me squirm and
thrash and summon more screams just when I thought I couldn't
possibly scream any more.
It was Eric who produced the clothespins. They both laughed
when he clipped one to each of my nipples, watching in fascination as
my back arched and my arms strained at the rope while I wailed
piteously. They started to decorate the rest of my breast flesh with
them till there was barely an inch not pinched by one. Both breasts
were nothing but two mounds of pain on my chest...the cigarette burn
on my right one hurting even worse than before. They pinched more of
them onto the lips of my vagina, and one of them even ended up
attached to my clitoris. That was the worst of all....I nearly
passed out from the pain of that.
I thought I would go insane with the overload of pain, but
just when I thought it could get no worse, they removed the
clothespins. That may sound strange, but when they were removed,
especially from my nipples and clitoris I actually thought they were
being tightened instead because of the rush of blood back into them.
Unbelievably they hurt worse coming off than they did going on. If
not for the gag, my screams would have not only roused most of the
hotel guests, but their dead relatives as well.
There were a few more mean and frightening things they did to
me before they raped me some more. Chuck terrified me by lighting a
tapered red candle and waving it slowly close to my wide panicked
eyes, then moving it slower still over my helpless body only inches
above my flesh, letting the hot wax leave hardening trails on me as
he continued to move it down. When he got to the area between my
spread-apart legs, he left it there till the heat became unbearable,
then inquired in a mockingly polite voice if I would like him to fuck
me with it. My cries became almost demented with hysteria in the
extremity of my terror and constant pain. The lousy fuckers laughed
but at least spared me the torture of becoming a human candle
snuffer.
After peeling bits of red wax from my body, making me jump
although the pain of that was mostly just annoying, they both stood
on either side of the bed and discussed how best to position me for
what they called the "finale' " They were both eager to rape me
again-- my enormous suffering had brought their well-used cocks back
to raging life.
They were both smoking cigarettes during the conversation,
and both of them casually flicked their ashes onto various parts of
my body instead of bothering to look for an ashtray. I jerked and
twisted, but that wasn't as bad as seeing the butts burn ever closer
to the end and wondering where they were planning to put them out.
I don't even want to talk about that....the unimaginable
agony that seemed to pierce my very soul.....or think about
it....ever ever again.
The last thing I remember before passing out completely and
waking up finally alone was the finale'. They began by untying me
from the bed, removing my gag, retying my arms behind my back, then
maneuvering me onto Eric's cock, which was fully erect again from his
enjoyment of my torture. He was sitting on the bed, one hand on the
mattress to support his slightly leaning back position, the other arm
firmly circling my waist, guiding my lower body onto him as Chuck
held onto me and pushed me from behind till every inch filled my
pussy, which was surprisingly wet; a fact they both had a triumphant
chuckle over.
Chuck was kneeling behind me, holding me firmly while Eric
thrust his hips upward into my impaled groin, his face showing his
pleasure. I couldn't help but gasp with surprise...despite all the
terror and abuse I'd suffered, the steady jabs deep inside me were
igniting tiny sparks of pleasure that I could already tell would
slowly build to an intense explosion if continued. I felt my cunt
muscles tighten convulsively onto the pistoning invader, and was
dismayed to hear my own moans matching Eric's in the tones of their
urgency.
Chuck muttered "ok", which was obviously some signal between
them, because Eric's steady thrusts reluctantly stopped after a few
more quicker ones. Chuck lifted me up enough for Eric's still rock-
hard cock to slip out of me, then replaced it with his own new
hardness. Holding me by my hips, he fucked me this way briskly for a
few minutes as my upper body fell forward onto Eric, my head dropping
onto his shoulder. Since my arms were tied behind me I had no way to
support myself, and was forced to stay in this awkward position while
Chuck pounded into me. Eric's hand that had been holding my waist
earlier was now in my hair, clenching a handful of it while he began
kissing me, forcing his tongue inside.
Meanwhile, Chuck had suddenly withdrew from me and pushed me
back onto Eric's cock which was harder than ever. Instead of
resuming his thrusts, Eric's grip on my hair tightened as he held my
head against him harder, almost bruising my lips, which were still
being smashed against his in a rough kiss. I soon learned the
purpose of that when I felt Chuck's hands spreading my asscheeks and
his cock pushing at my already-abused hole, demanding entrance. My
panicked cry of protest was smothered effectively by Eric's mouth on
mine, his tongue further blocking my rising hysteria from voicing
itself too loudly.
As Chuck steadily forced himself into my ass, both men's
grips tightened on me considerably, both correctly anticipating my
violent jerks and thrashes as my body instinctively tried to escape
the mounting pain and unreal panic of both holes being filled at the
same time. Chuck gripped my hips painfully while Eric held my lips so
hard against his that I was sure they would bleed. When my cries
became too loud for Eric's mouth to keep them in effectively, his
hand released the grip on my hair and snaked around my face where his
palm soon found and covered my mouth tightly. When Chuck's cock was
far enough inside me where any further struggling would only increase
the pain, their grips relaxed a little, and my screams dwindled to
pained mewlings and more sobs.
When both cocks were buried inside me at both ends, they held
still for awhile, then Chuck began to move...slowly but with rising
intensity he reamed my impaled ass while Eric's hand held in my cries
of pain. After a few moments, Eric began his upward thrusts again,
Chuck's strokes pushing me against him, his cock going even deeper in
my pussy than before.
After an initial awkwardness they soon had a steady rhythm
going...one would shove into me as the other was pulling back, then
the one pulling back would shove forward as the other pulled back.
Back and forth, in and out and in and in and in....there wasn't one
second where one of my holes wasn't filled....and reamed ....and
fucked... harder and harder....
"Stop....ohhh ohplease ohgod stop STOP STOP!!", I begged and
pleaded in a voice steadily rising with panic. It wasn't the pain so
much that I was begging them to end, although there was plenty, as it
was the ever-mounting sensations arising from this double assault on
the most secret, sensitive places inside of me. I felt
too ...full....too...unnatural...over-stimulated. I feared the
steadily building pressure of both sensations, seperate yet melding
together.
Their fiendish rhythm inside me was conjuring a force from
the deepest pit of untapped sexual energy in my very core, and I felt
that force rising within me like an angry beast that had been caged
and starved too long. It was rising rapidly to the surface of all
those mysterious internal sparks within the body that control orgasms
and battering them....tearing thru them....It was too big...too big
for my body to hold and I was sure that the sheer untamed intensity
of it would tear me apart.
So on and on I begged even as I gasped and moaned, and my
pleading only served to make the demons conjuring this beast to
increase their pace....speeding the beast's escape and my own doom.
Their increasingly brutal pounding into my double-impaled body just
wouldn't let up.
Finally my useless pleas were replaced with a high keening
wail that I was only half-aware of amid the steady slapping and
scuffling noises of all this flesh pounding together at once, my
helpless body buffeted between the two madly fucking demons like a
rag doll. The noises we all made sped us closer to the conclusion of
this finale' ....the harsh brutish panting, groans, grunts and curses
of my tormentors....my own wail that rose higher and higher as the
beast demanded release. In a blinding bolt of insane intensity, the
beast finally tore thru my overloaded senses, stiffening every limb
as the explosions began, stealing my breath completely as the last
scream ripped through my throat and the world turned first a
flashbulb-bright white....then black. The last sound I remember
hearing before waking up here alone was the combined triumphant
shouts and roars of the two demons as my body thrashed and
contorted....and as they rode the waves of their own explosions.....
***************
So here I lay....untied.....mercifully alone...in the middle
of this damp and hopelessly messed up bed. Indeed it does look as if
an explosion occured here.
I need to get up.....I need to go home....try to fix all this
somehow, like last time. I feel a derisive laugh bubbling up and
escaping from me. The sound of it frightens me....it's too loud and
too harsh and there's neither humor nor sanity in it. The godawful
shrieking laughter soon dissolves into sobs....more tears are
falling, just when I thought I'd surely spent them all. My body is
racked with them, and I can't stop.....can't get up....won't get up.
I know suddenly where my new home is going to be....well
maybe not the exact location, but I'm sure of what the interiors will
be like.. A room with lots of beds, another room with lots of
people...most with haunted eyes that see beyond the walls. Lots of
people wearing white maybe. I'll probably spend most of my time in
one single white room with soft cushy walls.....where my screams
won't upset the others so badly....
Something has broken inside me. I can feel it, and I almost
welcome the sensation. I start singing some Marilyn Manson
song in a dull shaky monotone....Disposable Teens maybe...I dunno.
Yeah, something definitely broke in my attic....but fuck it, they're
going to have to come get me. I WON'T MOVE!! I can almost feel the
comfort of the drugs, and when the drugs won't work the soft walls
will prevent me from beating my own brains out...
It feels so real....the ache...ohGOD the ache in my shoulders
driving me mad....well, madder. I can almost feel a scratchy canvas
material I can't escape from as I shriek out my rage and protest of
being helpless again...my arms crossed in front of me and pulled
around me as they're tied yet again, only this time.......
*****
....... with this fucking straitjacket instead of rope. I can
almost....Oh wait.....OH SHIT!! OH JESUS!!!! Have I gotten confused
again? I must have because I'm in this lousy room again, in this
lousy coat again....Goddammit, my FUCKING SHOULDERS HURRRT!!! Won't
anybody GET ME OUT OF HERE???
My throat feels really raw this time. How long have I been
screaming? It doesn't matter really, because I can't stop. I must
have been thinking of that night again. The night that just goes on
forever....
I'm not always like this. I'm NOT!!
Most times I'm just quiet. I don't like to talk to anyone
and I don't want them talking to me. I'm trying to figure out how to
make them or myself invisible at will. Sometimes I think I've almost
got it.
Sometimes I'm just sad and cry a lot--for my lost and wasted
life...for the family and friends that I miss...for a time that I
didn't always feel this pain.
Then sometimes....well, sometimes I get....confused. For
instance, I think somebody told me that the men who hurt me are
locked up now....that they can't hurt me anymore...I'm pretty sure
somebody told me these things....but who? I dunno, maybe I dreamed
it. Sometimes I have trouble telling the difference. If it's true I
hope they're both getting a nice ass fuck every night....and I hope
they're thinking of me while it happens.
Sometimes my confusion just dissolves into terror. Then I'm
sure they were not caught! I'm sure they're both waiting for me...or
even worse, on their way to see me here. Sometimes I really do see
them in here with me....but nobody believes me. I never seem to
remember much after one of my....anxiety attacks....but I know I've
screamed some crazy shit. I scream about the Vile Gamer...about
Officer Friendly... and sometimes I get really confused and scream
about Patrick Bateman.
SHUT UP!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!
I get so scared....then I get FUCKING PISSED OFF and try to
destroy anybody who comes near me....especially the fuckers in the
white coats and the asshole orderlies who rush to restrain me when I
can't stop screaming. They don't understand that I CAN'T be
restrained!!! I can't stand that!!! It always makes me worse! Like
now....DAMMIT LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
I'm startled from my screams and useless kamikazee attacks on
the walls when the door opens...one of the asshole orderlies I
mentioned comes in and I'm wondering why he's alone as I pant from my
exertions and try to catch my breath. I'm almost proud to remember
that there's times when four or five were needed to bring me down,
many of them walking away with scratches, bruises or wiping spit from
their eyes for their trouble. I don't think I've ever been tended to
by just one before....not while I was in this room anyway.
I recognize this one...and I hate him the most. He's a fat
slob with a perpetual leer on his ugly face who always manages to get
a quick squeeze of my ass or one of my breasts while he helps
restrain me.
"GET OUT OF HERE!!!", I scream as he locks the door he just
came thru.
He grins at me and says, "So little Heather is having the
screaming mimis again I see."
"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!" I fling the curse without really
wondering why he called me Heather. Like I say, I get confused a lot
and sometimes believe that's my real name after all.
He's walking toward me with a wide grin to match the leer on
his face.
"I knew I recognized you....I remember your pictures from the
web. You're DedHeather! DedHeather94, wasn't it? Damn I loved your
stories! I have every one of them. I still read 'em too."
His leer deepens as he shortens the distance between us..I
feel frozen....I've backed as far into this corner as I can, and
still he gets closer...
"GO AWAY!!!"
"You're making way too much noise in here....gotta quiet you
down, girl"
With absolute horror I see him unzip his pants and pull out a
dick as ugly as he is. I'm squatting on the floor in this
corner...unable to move my fucking arms...unable to scramble away
from him because he's only inches away now...what the hell is going
ON???
"I got something to keep you quiet for a while Bitch..."
In one swift move, this disgusting pig snatches a handful of
my hair, yanking me from my crouching position to my knees.
When I begin screaming again, nobody comes to my rescue or
even pays attention.....
- The End -
