The Game From Hell
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,952
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nightmare
Disclaimer: This is becoming annoying.
FYI!!!!! Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. This chapter is not all that it seems. Don’t hate me.
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She glanced at her watch. 10:49. She'd never make it home by eleven. She considered not going home at all, but the yelling would last ten times longer if she didn't show up until morning. He'd probably even hit her. He'd done it before. She skidded to a halt and ran down an alleyway, a shortcut. She was halfway down the alley when she missed her footing and tripped. Then she heard it. Laughter, and definitely drunken male laughter. She froze. /Don't panic. Stay calm. Pretend he's not there./ She stood up slowly and began walking to the other side of the alley. She hadn't gone far when her arms were grabbed roughly and forced behind her back. Before she could scream for help, a gag was placed in her mouth. /Help me! Please, someone, anyone, please, please.../ She let her body relax as she was picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder.
She didn't remember the drive. She remembered being thrown into the car, but she didn't remember the drive or the place they drove to. She did remember being thrown into the wall. Pain is memorable. They removed the blindfold they’d placed on her in the car, as well as the gag.
"You make so much as one little noise or one little move to escape, and your dearly beloved brother is gonna go sleeping with the fishes."
She nodded her understanding to her captor. She loved her brother. Sure he was a jerk, a sadist, a creep, a pervert and an all around bastard, but she loved him.
The kidnapper grabbed her wrists and bound them together using a harsh rope that dug into her wrists and stung. Her bound wrists were then attached to a metal circlet on the wall with more ropes. She flinched as her shirt was ripped off, her skirt followed soon after, joined by her shoes and socks, leaving her in her underwear. The man leered at her and began fondling her breasts through the lace of her bra. She squirmed and tried to move away from the rough molestation, and was rewarded with a sharp and painful slap to the ass. When she yelped, she was slapped again. This time she only flinched, but he continued to spank her. Unsatisfied with the protection her panties were providing, he tore them off her, only to resume his beating when the article of clothing had been removed.
When he was completely satisfied with the purple color of her rear, he went over to a far wall and pressed a small button resembling a doorbell. Moments later, a door opened and four more guys entered the room. She blanched in fear. One she could handle. Five was another story altogether. What did they have to do with her brother? What was going on? She knew that even if she asked, she would never be told. They would just hit her more. She wanted to live through this with as little pain as possible. But she knew it was futile. This was going to hurt, a lot.
The first man walked over to her and reminded her of the rules, no talking, no moving. He then moved down to her feet and spread her legs wide. He unzipped his pants, freeing his erection, and shoved his entire length into her. She tried not to make any noise, but failed. She whimpered at the pain. The man heard and pulled out all the way, slamming back in even harder. He went faster and harder with each thrust. She clenched her fists to keep from crying out. She opened her eyes when she felt someone slap her cheek. A large and stiff member stood directly in front of her.
"Suck on it, bitch!"
Not knowing what else to do, she parted her lips slightly. Her mouth was instantly filled with the man's entire length. She tried not to gag, allowing him to thrust into her mouth, uncaring of whether or not she choked. Hands touched her everywhere. Her bra was ripped off, leaving her entirely naked. She flinched when she felt something wet on her breast, realizing disgustingly it was one of the other man's mouths. Before long she felt the first man release inside her. She thought maybe her torment was over, but it was to no avail. The man was replaced by another who set an even harder and faster rhythm than the first. The organ in her mouth released a vile and sticky fluid. He pulled out, keeping her mouth shut with his hands.
"Swallow it."
She gulped and somehow convinced her throat muscles to allow the sickening mass to make it's way down her esophagus. She nearly gagged once it was out of her mouth. The last man took the place of the one at her mouth and plunged in while she was still gagging from the first. The second man between her legs finished and was replaced by a third. When the man in her mouth finished, he was also replaced, but with the first man's lips and tongue. She couldn't tell which was worse, the one that just went in and out, or the one that moved around and explored on it's own.
After another five minutes of torture, the penetrations to her body ceased and her hands were untied. Just before she slipped into unconsciousness she saw a man leaning against the wall hand money to the leader of the gang. Blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Eyes that could stare right into your soul and tear it apart with a single look. The man started walking towards her...
Mitsukai shot up in bed panting heavily. /I haven't dreamt of that night in two years./ She glanced at the picture on her dresser. /It's because of you I have these nightmares. I will get my revenge on you yet Tohma Seguchi. And when I do, you'll pay for what you did to me that night./
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So…who’s the bad guy now? I promise Tohma will not be a complete ass in this story. Promise. Please review. It makes me happy.
FYI!!!!! Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. This chapter is not all that it seems. Don’t hate me.
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She glanced at her watch. 10:49. She'd never make it home by eleven. She considered not going home at all, but the yelling would last ten times longer if she didn't show up until morning. He'd probably even hit her. He'd done it before. She skidded to a halt and ran down an alleyway, a shortcut. She was halfway down the alley when she missed her footing and tripped. Then she heard it. Laughter, and definitely drunken male laughter. She froze. /Don't panic. Stay calm. Pretend he's not there./ She stood up slowly and began walking to the other side of the alley. She hadn't gone far when her arms were grabbed roughly and forced behind her back. Before she could scream for help, a gag was placed in her mouth. /Help me! Please, someone, anyone, please, please.../ She let her body relax as she was picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder.
She didn't remember the drive. She remembered being thrown into the car, but she didn't remember the drive or the place they drove to. She did remember being thrown into the wall. Pain is memorable. They removed the blindfold they’d placed on her in the car, as well as the gag.
"You make so much as one little noise or one little move to escape, and your dearly beloved brother is gonna go sleeping with the fishes."
She nodded her understanding to her captor. She loved her brother. Sure he was a jerk, a sadist, a creep, a pervert and an all around bastard, but she loved him.
The kidnapper grabbed her wrists and bound them together using a harsh rope that dug into her wrists and stung. Her bound wrists were then attached to a metal circlet on the wall with more ropes. She flinched as her shirt was ripped off, her skirt followed soon after, joined by her shoes and socks, leaving her in her underwear. The man leered at her and began fondling her breasts through the lace of her bra. She squirmed and tried to move away from the rough molestation, and was rewarded with a sharp and painful slap to the ass. When she yelped, she was slapped again. This time she only flinched, but he continued to spank her. Unsatisfied with the protection her panties were providing, he tore them off her, only to resume his beating when the article of clothing had been removed.
When he was completely satisfied with the purple color of her rear, he went over to a far wall and pressed a small button resembling a doorbell. Moments later, a door opened and four more guys entered the room. She blanched in fear. One she could handle. Five was another story altogether. What did they have to do with her brother? What was going on? She knew that even if she asked, she would never be told. They would just hit her more. She wanted to live through this with as little pain as possible. But she knew it was futile. This was going to hurt, a lot.
The first man walked over to her and reminded her of the rules, no talking, no moving. He then moved down to her feet and spread her legs wide. He unzipped his pants, freeing his erection, and shoved his entire length into her. She tried not to make any noise, but failed. She whimpered at the pain. The man heard and pulled out all the way, slamming back in even harder. He went faster and harder with each thrust. She clenched her fists to keep from crying out. She opened her eyes when she felt someone slap her cheek. A large and stiff member stood directly in front of her.
"Suck on it, bitch!"
Not knowing what else to do, she parted her lips slightly. Her mouth was instantly filled with the man's entire length. She tried not to gag, allowing him to thrust into her mouth, uncaring of whether or not she choked. Hands touched her everywhere. Her bra was ripped off, leaving her entirely naked. She flinched when she felt something wet on her breast, realizing disgustingly it was one of the other man's mouths. Before long she felt the first man release inside her. She thought maybe her torment was over, but it was to no avail. The man was replaced by another who set an even harder and faster rhythm than the first. The organ in her mouth released a vile and sticky fluid. He pulled out, keeping her mouth shut with his hands.
"Swallow it."
She gulped and somehow convinced her throat muscles to allow the sickening mass to make it's way down her esophagus. She nearly gagged once it was out of her mouth. The last man took the place of the one at her mouth and plunged in while she was still gagging from the first. The second man between her legs finished and was replaced by a third. When the man in her mouth finished, he was also replaced, but with the first man's lips and tongue. She couldn't tell which was worse, the one that just went in and out, or the one that moved around and explored on it's own.
After another five minutes of torture, the penetrations to her body ceased and her hands were untied. Just before she slipped into unconsciousness she saw a man leaning against the wall hand money to the leader of the gang. Blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Eyes that could stare right into your soul and tear it apart with a single look. The man started walking towards her...
Mitsukai shot up in bed panting heavily. /I haven't dreamt of that night in two years./ She glanced at the picture on her dresser. /It's because of you I have these nightmares. I will get my revenge on you yet Tohma Seguchi. And when I do, you'll pay for what you did to me that night./
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So…who’s the bad guy now? I promise Tohma will not be a complete ass in this story. Promise. Please review. It makes me happy.