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Hangover
by Alocer Loki (alocerloki@subdimension.com)

***
 
Kidnapped and used for sexual gratification, then 
abused and tortured just for the fun of it. (M/f-teen, 
nc, rp, tor, sn)

***

The sunlight shone through the open bedroom window and 
straight over my closed eyes. There was no way in hell 
I was getting up now! I didn't so much want to move, 
let alone be awake. I wasn't really awake anyway, just 
drifting on the very edge of sleep and the waking 
world. I was quite hoping that I'd slip back down into 
slumber, I'd been rather enjoying my dream. It was very 
cold, and I think it had been raining over night 
because I could smell wet dirt on the breeze that swept 
in through the window.

I didn't mind, the sunlight that cast itself over my 
semi-clad body was warming and the cold air that swept 
over me was rather refreshing. I think someone left the 
extractor fan on in the bathroom, the room just 
adjacent to my bedroom. The humming was always very 
annoying and it seemed to resound through the walls of 
my small box-room. It sounded odd, somewhat more 
distant today but I was sure that it was just making 
way for the pounding that emitting from inside my head. 
How much had I drunk last night?

I didn't even want to consider that question, I 
couldn't remember although I did remember flashing some 
poor patron at the bar. My lips curled up into a smile 
even in my semi-sleeping state and I shifted. I was 
very drunk last night, I could hardly remember more 
than an odd snippet or two.

One image popped into my head and I felt my nipples 
seize up. Whatever had happened to the man I was 
flirting with. He was quite cute, well my friends would 
have called him ugly, but that is how I like up, big 
and ugly. He was smart too, the way he talked to me was 
enough to soak my knickers. He wasn't one for holding 
back on the smut and when he'd told me how much he 
wanted to 'ram his cock into my teenage cunt' I had 
squirmed all over his lap. When that happens to me I 
find it so much more difficult not to act my age. I 
collapse and become the giggling school-girl again.

That fucking sun, I shifted my head to one side and 
then moved my hand to block the sunlight. Or at least I 
tried to. My hands, the both of them, were resting just 
above my head like I'd fallen to sleep with my hands 
up, I must have looked odd, my skirt pulled up and my 
blouse half open and my hands up. Like a right slut. I 
liked being a slut, it made a change from being the 
good little girl everyone thinks of me. Pubs, 
nightclubs, and sex were more my thing. My mind 
wondered back to my hands again, why couldn't I move 
them?

I opened my eyes...

The room was dark, almost black save for the single 
halogen lamp that stood shining in my eyes. Where the 
fuck was I. My mind was still swimming from my hangover 
and the shock of waking up in a strange place. I 
certainly didn't recognise where I was. I tried to sit 
up but I couldn't move.

My mind gave a nebulous reaction, and it occurred to me 
that I was tied up; both my hands where tied behind my 
head, attached to something on the wall, a pipe maybe. 
What on earth had I drunk last night? I could feel 
myself getting scared. I swung my head from side to 
side, trying to at least figure out what this dark and 
musky room was.

My eyes caught only a glimpse, a shadow sat in the 
corner. The light that shone in my eyes made it near 
impossible to make out anything more than that. 
"Hello?" I called. My voice trembled. I could feel my 
hands shaking and butterflies in my belly.

"Tea?" the voice came back. "Coffee, some beer?"

The voice was familiar but vague at best, I couldn't 
place it. Perhaps one of my friends was playing a joke. 
"Who are you? Where am I? Can you untie me?"

"Oh dear," the voice sounded. "How rude."

Then it dawned on me where I'd heard his voice before. 
He was the man I'd met in the club. Big, ugly, and 
smart. I couldn't help but smile. "Dave?" I queried. 
"David?"

"David," the man replied.

"What's going on?" my best guess was that he'd taken me 
back to his place and we had played bondage games, and 
I couldn't remember! Although what on earth was up with 
that fucking lamp.

I rubbed my legs together, I just couldn't help myself, 
my pussy was like an open faucet. I needed to rub to 
play, or, even better, to have his cock pound my pussy. 
I grinned at him, trying to make myself look seductive. 
"You know what?," David said. "?You know how to take 
the fun right out of this."

"What?" I joked, my pussy was soaking my knickers. I 
did wonder why I was still wearing them but my lust 
quickly overrode any such thoughts. "You want me to 
play scared prisoner?"

"That would help yes." I wish I could see him.

"Oh please mister," I moaned. "Let me go I'm an awfully 
good girl."

The man laughed, he seemed bemused. That was kind of my 
intention and my smile grew. I saw the shadow stand and 
watched his darkness against the darkness of the room 
move behind the light and disappear into the glare. The 
lamp went black, and for just a moment there was total 
darkness, apart from the coloured spots that danced in 
front of my eyes. There was a quiet click and two strip 
lights flickered on. One of them was obviously on the 
way out and gave out a loud buzz.

I looked around the room, if it could be called that, 
and then down at the filthy, green mattress, that I was 
laid on. I threw my head up at the smiling fat man. 
"Where the fuck am I?" I demanded. I pulled at the 
ropes on my arms and legs but neither. "Untie me now. 
Let me go. Let me fucking go!" I screamed.

The man laughed. He laughed! couldn't he see I wasn't 
joking, I didn't want to play this game. I wanted to 
home. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I refused to 
let them out. I couldn't. "That's much better," chimed 
the man.

"Please let me go," I said.

David moved back across the room, there was an old 
table just four foot to my right, out of arms reach, if 
I had use of my arms. Several beer cans lay strewn 
around the floor and some on the tabletop, there was a 
rather new looking kettle and two mugs sat amidst the 
beer. David pulled out an old wooden chair and slumped 
down into it. He turned and flicked the switch on the 
kettle. "Tea?" he asked again. "Coffee?"

I shook my head. "Please," I said, trying to sound 
sincere. "I just want to go home."

"Karla?" the man queried.

"Yes," I answered. "Why?"

The man held up the dirty red passport. "This says 
Caroline," he said. He opened it. The passport was old, 
near expiry. The picture looked a lot like me.

"My sister," I whispered.

"Hmm," muttered the man throwing it onto the table.

The kettle clicked off and the man pulled a big black 
bag from under the table and extracted a box of tea 
bags and a half-full pint of milk. "Are you sure you 
don't want any," he asked.

I shook my head. "I just want to go home," I had to 
bite my lip to stop myself from crying. Why was he 
ignoring me!

David made his tea and dropped the tea bag onto the 
dusty floor. "The rats will have it," he muttered when 
he caught me looking at it.

Rats! Was he serious. I shuddered. Becoming rather self 
aware I tried to curl up a little, or at least wriggle 
my skirt back down, it was only showing a little of my 
knickers but I didn't want him seeing them. What was 
happening? What was he going to do to me?

My mind raced, but I kept calm exterior. He'd enjoyed 
it when I'd screamed at him and if he thought I wasn't 
going to play his sick game he might let me alone. I 
was smarter than he was, I told myself. I could get 
myself out of this.

"So how old are you?" he asked.

"Sixteen," I lied before I even realised I'd spoke.

David shrugged. "You know," he said. "You shouldn't 
take your school bag out on the pull little slut."

I cringed. Oh god what had he seen. the man reached to 
the back of the table. I hadn't seen it up there. The 
passport should have told me. He lifted up my school 
books, just the two that I couldn't be bothered to 
remove before heading out. Just my English book and a 
math book, I sighed. There was nothing there for him. I 
was thankful that I'd not put my diary in there. I 
didn't have many friends in school, and spent most of 
my time sat in a corner of the dining hall writing. 
"Year nine," he muttered.

I closed my eyes. So what he knew I was a kid, that 
didn't matter I could still get out of this. "Thirteen? 
fourteen?" he asked.

"Fourteen," I admitted.

David smiled. "So what exactly were you doing out in 
the middle of Watford, Destiny's isn't a place I 
expected to find someone so. young," he asked.

I was looking for sex, but I wasn't about to tell him 
that now. "Nothing, just having a good time," I said. 
"Stop this I want to go home now. My-my m-dad will be 
worried. He'll come looking for me."

The man reached back onto the table and lifted up my 
mobile phone. Oh god. I squirmed, he was playing with 
me, he just wanted to scare me. He was going to have 
sex with me and then found out I was a kid. That had to 
be it. He was trying to scare me into being a good 
girl. "We've a mum," he chuckled, "but no dad. Lots of 
missed calls by the way, your mother must be quite 
worried."

I didn't even know my father, but it had sounded good 
at the time, what good would 'my mum will beat you up' 
have done? I swallowed hard, and tugged again at the 
ropes. "Let me go!" I shouted.

The man sipped his tea again and then stood up, he 
carried his cup over to me and took another sip. "You 
are not allowed to lie to me little cunt," he said and 
then turned the cup over.

I jerked and gave a surprised yell. The hot liquid hit 
across my blouse and scalded my tits. It hurt more than 
anything I'd ever felt. I did the only thing I could. I 
screamed. My body thrust about almost involuntarily. I 
just had to get free. I needed to get the burning water 
off of my boobs. The tears I'd been so successful in 
holding back sprung forth and poured down my face. 
"Stop it!" I screamed. "It hurts get it off."

The bastard just let me scream. He let me yell at him 
and he laughed. he fucking laughed. The tears that 
flowed down my cheeks were nothing to do with the pain. 
I felt humiliated, and, most of all, I was terrified. 
He had no intentions of playing games with me. He-he 
was going to rape me. I could feel it. A pervert, he 
wanted a fourteen year old bird. "Don't lie to me 
again," he spat.

I sobbed and nodded. My throat was getting sore. "I 
just want to go home," I blubbered.

"You're not going home," he sighed. "Get used to it, 
and just do as I was told."

What did he mean I was not going home. Did he mean 
until he'd done what he wanted, was he going to rape me 
- torture me. Oh god please could that not be it. Was 
he going to keep me, or - or... I couldn't even bring 
my thoughts to go there. He was going to let me go he 
just wanted sex.

The evil bastard knelt down beside me, he leant over 
me, I could smell the beer and tobacco on his breath. I 
turned away, and felt his fingers grip onto my chin to 
pull me back over. "Don't be a bad slut," he muttered. 
"I want your tongue."

He pressed his mouth against mine. I sealed my lips. 
This was disgusting, I wriggled under him. I felt his 
hand run up my waist and over my small and firm 
breasts. I felt his fingers run across my nipple. I 
couldn't help but moan. Until he got a grip on that 
sensitive part. My mouth opened for a scream but I 
found it muffled by the sick fuckers tongue. The 
burning pain in my nipple made it too difficult to 
think straight but after a moment I clamped my teeth 
down, I missed his tongue but at least it was now out 
of my mouth. I felt ill, my breast hurt.

It was very slowly that he twisted on my nipple, and 
the pain was just too much to bear. I squealed and 
shook my head. "Stick your fucking tongue out," I heard 
him shout at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I did as I was told. The 
grip on my nipple relaxed and I jerked as, for just a 
fraction of a second, the pain increased to a new 
level. Thankfully it quickly died down. His mouth went 
around my tongue. I let him suck it, there was nothing 
else I can do. I just lay there staring up at the flat 
plaster ceiling. My vision was blurred through my tears 
and it made pretty streaking patterns with the light. I 
made myself concentrate on that. To forget about what 
he was doing to me.

He either didn't like me ignoring him or was very 
vindictive. I had little warning; his incisors brushing 
against my tongue, and then the pain shot down into my 
mouth. I squealed, or tried to, a choking gasp was more 
like it. His teeth sunk into my tongue. My eyes went 
wide and I thrashed about, I couldn't help it, I just 
needed to get my tongue out of his mouth.

It felt like he was biting on me for hours, and when he 
did let go I saw blood trailing down his chin. I pulled 
my tongue back into my mouth. I hurt, and blood filled 
my mouth. I turned to spit it out. So much blood, I lay 
with my tongue poking out of my mouth watching the 
blood soak into my blouse. David smiled at me, and then 
spat. It hit me in the face and stuck there. I thrust 
my head to the side and it fell off, then I saw it. The 
last quarter of an inch of my tongue. My eyes rolled 
into my head and I blacked out.

I don't know how long I was out for, it could have been 
moments or hours, although David was still leaning over 
me, groping at my tits grinning at me. It took me a 
moment to realise that he'd opened my blouse. He was 
touching my bare tits! My tongue throbbed... I didn't 
know what to think or what to do. His rough hands 
squeezed and pulled my tits. "Oww!" I cried. "Thop at!"

I closed my mouth, I know what I'd wanted to say, but I 
couldn't make the words. I ran my tongue, across my 
lips. It was sore but I could feel the bite mark, the 
flat end where the rest of my tongue had been. I felt 
faint again but a sharp blow to my left tit brought me 
back to focus. "Le m gooo!" I screamed.

He hit me again and I screamed louder. His hands then 
gripped both of my nipples and he yanked them up hard. 
I threw my head from side to side. I felt like I was 
loosing my mind. It just hurt so much. I begged him to 
stop, I cried and I begged him but he didn't listen. 
Just stared at me with his gleeful look. I hated him so 
much.

"I'm going to kill you cunt," he spat suddenly.

I shook my head. He was lying he just had to be lying. 
I felt him hit me again, my small exposed tit jerked. I 
screamed. There was nothing else I could do. He licked 
his lips and then put his head down to suck hard on my 
nipple. "Hhhh," I cried out.

I felt his teeth brush me again and I screamed even 
before he bit me. This new pain surpassed everything. 
It was like he was trying to bite by nipple off. He 
pulled his head up and I felt my skin tear, and I saw 
it fly out towards me. My own bloody nipple stuck me 
between my eyes. I went hysterical. I screamed and 
pulled and threw my head around. I never even saw the 
skewers. When he raised a hand it glinted and I froze 
to see what it was. Too late, the stabbed it down deep 
into my breast. I actually felt it hit my rib. My body 
thrust upwards. The second one thrust downward just as 
quick. it tore through my left tit, right trough where 
my nipple had been bitten off. 

I coughed and blood rose into my mouth, I turned and 
vomited it up, and then retched brining up even more 
blood and whatever I'd had to eat for the past week. It 
went down over my tits. My body trembled. I could 
barely see. I hardly even noticed it when the man 
pulled my knickers out of the way. Although the feeling 
of his cock thrusting inside brought me, briefly back 
to my senses.

I couldn't even scream any more. I could hardly breath, 
spots danced in front of my eyes. I was being raped and 
yet I didn't care.

Spots, so pretty.

My body was filled up with him, his breath stroked over 
my face, my sick and blood smeared between us... and it 
was spots, pretty red, green, and blue spots dancing 
around my field of vision, everything else blended into 
the background.

He pulled off of me and I wondered if he'd cum in me, 
it didn't seem like he'd had time to d to that but time 
was now alien to me, it felt like I was just looking 
back on a distant memory. The flash of the blade drew 
my attention for a moment, I watched it descend towards 
me. It looked slow, but I knew it was coming fast, 
straight at my belly. My body reacted and the sharp 
bite of pain shot though me, it was different 
somehow... but it didn't last, colour exploded in my 
eyes and everything else went black, and then, my life 
started to flash before my eyes.

Completed: 08/03/2003 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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