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Fun for the Whole Family	By : scarychicks Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 4307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: If you don’t like RAPE you are reading the WRONG STORY! If you’re not sure you like RAPE, you are reading the WRONG STORY! If you are unsure about your certainty, you are reading the WRONG STORY! And if you don’t have a sense of humour about your canon characters, you are on the wrong website! I do not own Trigun or these characters and if I did, the world would be a darker more deviant place and Wolfwood would be my personal love slave! Dedicated to all my devout fans and flamers, you give me inspiration to go on! Set around Maximum #4...what if instead of locking Meryl in a cage the Guns did more horrible things to our little insurance girl? Enjoy!

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Meryl and Milly left the hospital feeling relieved. They knew they shouldn’t have left Mr. Vash and Mr. Wolfwood in the desert, but Meryl was sure the two men had learned a lesson. When they had first brought the men in, Meryl had experienced a brief moment of panic. What if they were really hurt? They had looked so sickly. But the doctor had said other than horrible dehydration, they would be alright. And now, almost no time later, the girls had gone to check on them, only to learn Vash and Wolfwood had checked themselves out.

Despite her annoyance at having been given the slip once again, she was glad Mr. Vash, especially, was OK. Milly’s words broke through her thoughts.

“We miscalculated both their physical and mental strength.”

“No, Milly,” Meryl replied, “rather the problem is that discharging them should have been the doctor’s responsibility. And responsibility is something those two are lacking in. Let’s go find them.”

Milly’s agreement was the last thing Meryl heard before a strange feeling overcame her. “What is it, Milly?” Suddenly she felt as if she was floating, losing her balance, and completely blacked out.

She awoke in a small dingy room, coughing. It was dirty and she had been lying face down on the floor. Her hands were tied behind her and her legs were cramped from how she’d been lying on them. Sitting up painfully, Meryl blinked a few times. She could see a crooked doorway with a faint glow of light coming through it. The room had no windows, and she couldn’t tell if it was day or night. It felt like she’d been lying there a long time but she wasn’t sure. Damn, she hoped they hadn’t heard her cough. She tried to stand up, and her legs collapsed under her. OK, maybe she’d been drugged. Her cape was gone. Her weapons were gone. Meryl was frightened, but continued to look around the room, trying to find anything that would aid her in escape or defense. It was bare. There was only a very functional looking wooden chair to the side of the door.

The light from the doorway changed and Meryl looked towards it. A shadowy figure stood in the frame, features obscured by the darkness. It was no use pretending she wasn’t awake.

“Who are you? What do you want?” The words sounded almost cliché as they came out, but Meryl couldn’t help that now. She supposed there was a reason such questions were trite. The figure was silent for a moment, apparently scrutinizing her, and then turned, an elegant profile outlined for a moment by the light behind it.

“Hey, she’s awake.”

A laugh and some whispers greeted this news, and there was a shuffling in the unseen room behind the man standing before her. Meryl had a sick feeling in her stomach. She was trussed up and helpless. Whatever the purpose or reason. Meryl was close to giving up before realizing what she was confronting. There were several of them, the kidnappers, and there was only one of her.

The figure stepped into the room, not even glancing at her, to make room for his associates. Meryl took in briefly his stylish attire and easy comportment. He looked relaxed, comfortable. It was rather incongruous with the circumstances, she thought, but turned her attention back to the door as another figure came through.

The second to enter was a frightening sight. His face was completely covered by a metal mask with holes in it. It was somehow attached with straps and bolts to his head, and although Meryl couldn’t see any eyes, she imagined the holes in the metal allowed him to see. He moved awkwardly into the room, and only then did she see the strange contraption on his back. His small legs fit into it snugly, while his huge arms propelled him forward. And although she couldn’t see the creature’s face, Meryl felt a glare as the smooth surface of the mask turned towards her.

The next to enter was an exquisitely dressed woman. There was something odd about her, but Meryl couldn’t quite define it. Her jaw was a little too strong, her lipstick a bit too perfect. She smiled pleasantly in the dim light but said nothing, lighting a cigarette and using a stylish holder to smoke it.

Finally, the light was entirely blocked out for a moment as a coffin shaped contraption filled the doorway almost completely. It slowly moved into the center of the room and Meryl’s jaw dropped. Legato Bluesummers. But he was encased in an iron casket, seemingly crippled. How was he even moving? she wondered.

Well, one of her questions was now answered. Legato Bluesummers. That meant she had been kidnapped because she was a friend of Vash the Stampede. Meryl suddenly was very sure she was going to die, and the thought strangely calmed her. If they killed her, she couldn’t do anything about it. She moved back instinctively from Legato’s advancing form.

“Good evening, Meryl Stryfe.” The melodious voice filled her head and for a moment Meryl was unsure if he had spoken aloud or in her mind. The words were welcoming, almost saccharine in their sweetness. Unable to help herself, she looked into the man’s piercing golden eyes.

“You have deduced correctly. You are here because you are a friend (he spat the word) of Vash the Stampede.” Now Meryl was sure he was speaking aloud, but the voice was still honeyed. She forced herself to speak.

“Mr. Bluesummers, please…”

She stopped. Her mouth was still open but she couldn’t make a sound. It had been her intent to reason with him, to explain kidnapping her was pointless somehow, but not only was she unable to form the words, for the moment she was unable to think of any words. Her mind had been wiped blank. A second later she was released and closed her mouth, confused.

“Your words are not required. Your presence, however, is. It is our goal, the mission of the Gung Ho Guns, to bring eternal pain and suffering to Vash the Stampede. You will aid us towards this goal.”

Meryl held her tongue but his words were not enlightening. Killing her would hurt Vash, yes, she felt certain, but it seemed ridiculous. And Milly! She had forgotten all about her partner. If they were holding her as well--

“Meryl Stryfe, I have come only to thank you for your participation, and ask you to give my very best to Vash the Stampede when next you see him.”

With those words Legato backed out of the room, and Meryl felt some sense of relief. They were not going to kill her then, not if he meant for her to convey a message to Vash. She sighed and didn’t notice the tall well-dressed man moving towards her until he was next to her. He roughly pulled her up by her wrists, the pain shooting through her arms and shoulders. A reflexive cry escaped her and Meryl looked bewildered at him.

“I’m Midvalley the Hornfreak. That,” he jerked his thumb towards the metal mask, “is Hoppered the Gauntlet. And she is Elendira the Crimson Nail.” He smiled at her, but it was no more than a strange twist of his lips.

“Well,” said Crimson Nail, clapping her gloved hands together happily, “now that introductions are all finished, let’s get started.”

Midvalley nodded and stepped back. The woman came forward and carried a pair of scissors in her hand.

“Wha--”

A gloved hand slapped her face with surprising force. “Do not speak, little one, until spoken to.”

Crimson Nail caressed Meryl’s jaw with the blade of the scissors, then moved quickly, cutting open her shirt. Meryl moved back, trying to escape her hands, but it was fruitless. In a few moments her top and bra lay in tatters on the floor.

“Oh, these are simply adorable,” Crimson Nail said snidely, pulling on one of her small nipples, already hardening in the cold of the room.

“Please…”

Another slap and then a harder pinch was Meryl’s reward for her disobedience.

“Not too smart, are you sweetie?” The woman straightened, looking coldly at Meryl’s naked chest, and then back to the men. “What do you think? She enough woman for you boys?”

“More woman than you, Elendira” cackled a voice from behind the metal mask. Meryl shrank from the sound, realizing with a dark certainty now what her fate was to be. She was going to be used…abused, maybe even raped by these people. Meryl turned her blue eyes to the woman. How could another female subject her to this? Twisting her arms, trying to get free, only resulted in greater pain and discomfort.

“Quit messing around, finish it,” Midvalley said, sounding almost bored. The woman then moved back to Meryl and, ignoring the girl’s whimpers, cut her black pants to tatters; they were shredded in seconds. She stood only in her panties, shivering and horrified at her circumstances.

She had nothing to lose, she realized, and as the woman went to stand up, Meryl kicked out at her, connecting with her cheek. A small trickle of blood trailed out of the woman’s mouth and a much deeper and frightening voice came out.

“You shouldn’t have done that, bitch. I could gut you with my bare hands.”

The small girl’s eyes widened. This woman wasn’t a woman at all. That voice was completely masculine. No wonder this Crimson Nail was no ally. She moved against the wall, trying to avoid the transvestite who moved quickly towards her, brandishing the scissors, pressing the point against her throat.

“We aren’t going to kill you today, sweetie, but when these boys are done with you you’re gonna wish you were dead.”

The high pitch had returned and Meryl barely heard the threat as she focused on the blade against her neck. She stayed motionless long after the she-male had stepped away from her.

“C’mon, c’mon,” the creepy voice from behind the mask whined. “Let’s get this party started.”

The man Meryl had come to think of as the “normal” one, Midvalley, walked over to her and with no warning kissed her roughly, one hand in her hair, pulling firmly, and the other on her breast. Meryl fought against his lips, but his hand squeezing tighter discouraged her from it, and she closed her eyes in disgust, feeling his tongue dance around her teeth and lips. Another hand suddenly crept up her leg, slipping beneath the flimsy material of her panties, and she gasped and fought anew, as Midvalley released her with a laugh.

“Just pretend you’re fucking Vash the Stampede, girl, and it’ll be fun.”

Meryl could barely think as she squirmed, trying to avoid the fingers inside her underwear. While Midvalley had kissed her, Hoppered had crossed the room and his huge hand made a large bulge in her panties, fingers stroking clumsily. She pressed her legs as tightly together as she could, but Hoppered’s other hand lifted them apart with ease.

Finally realizing the true horror of her torment, Meryl began screaming.

“Shut that whiny bitch up, please,” was Elendira’s request from across the room, where she had lit another cigarette.

Midvalley smirked. “I think I’ve got something to gag her with.” He pulled the belt from his pants quickly, dropping them to the floor, and pushed heavily on Meryl’s shoulder, forcing her to her knees on the ground, even as she writhed and twisted. Hoppered took this opportunity to penetrate her with one of his fat fingers, pushing upwards through her vaginal folds with force. Meryl’s dry sex resisted the intrusion, but rather than be discouraged, Hoppered added another finger and began laughing wickedly as he moved them in and out.

Midvalley’s erect cock slapped her lips, which Meryl kept firmly closed, her eyes wide and pleading. The man laughed at her. “C’mon, girl, lots of women do this to me all the time and like it. You might too.” His eyes turned fierce. “Do it.” Meryl shook her head.

“I promise I won’t scream, you don’t have to gag me…” Her words came out stilted and uneven as Hoppered’s assault on her body continued.

“Legato……” Midvalley’s voice rang out to the other room. Meryl twisted, trying to escape the invading fingers, and wondered how the man in the metal coffin would influence this scenario. To her horror, her fluids were beginning to flow as the continued pounding widened her. She heard a sickly laugh from her assailant and a third finger entered her now lubricated sex as her panties were completely ripped away. Meryl wanted to pass out, to escape any way she could, then suddenly it seemed her wish was granted. Her mind went blank for a moment, and the only thing she felt was emptiness.

She was wrenched back into reality by the taste of Midvalley’s erection in her mouth. When had she opened it? He moved steadily between her lips, and she was grateful to see that he had spared her the entire length of his cock. She closed her eyes and thought about biting down, uncaring if he punched her, wanting to hurt him, but found she couldn’t. She could only hold her lips open and be orally raped by this stranger. As the musician pumped her mouth, Hoppered matched his rhythm with his fingers, letting go of her other leg for a moment and rubbing her clit. As Meryl tried to close her legs again, the hunched man moved low and between them, bracing them apart, and thrusting even harder as punishment for the attempt. She felt like she was being stretched to the limit, and began to mentally cry out to Vash to come save her. He had amazing powers, maybe he would sense her predicament, rescue her. “Please,” she thought repeatedly. “Please please please.”

Midvalley’s movements speeded up as he approached his orgasm and his hands gripped her head as he pushed the entire length of his cock down her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. Meryl gagged but her throat only opened wider to take him in. The pressure on her clit became more intense and she began pushing instinctively in time to the movements inside of her. “I won’t come,” she promised herself, but Meryl didn’t realize she had very little control over her own body at this point, and as Midvalley’s sperm poured down her throat, her small body was wracked with the spasms of a powerful orgasm. The manual and sexual invaders left her then, and Meryl fell over backwards on the floor, the pain in her arms shattering the small aftereffects of her climax. She tried to move, to escape, although at this point she had little hope of it. Rescue too seemed unlikely. She closed her eyes in defeat. These men would use as their plaything as long as they wanted, and there was nothing she could do. Not even her willpower could prevent them from having their way with her. Legato had proved that by opening her jaw and forcing her climax. Meryl huddled in a ball, ashamed and broken.

Strong arms lifted her up, and she was carried over to the chair. Her hands were cut free and the sudden blood rushing back into her muscles was almost more painful than the condition of being bound. She was pushed over the back of the chair, having to support herself with her hands on the seat, and before she could comprehend the situation, Midvalley had plunged his cock into her wet sex. She screamed at the violation and then remembered her punishment for that last time and shut her mouth.

“I know, I’ve got great recovery time,” Midvalley laughed as he forced himself into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Meryl’s feet barely touched the floor, and sometimes left it as she fought to hang on to the seat of the chair, the dry wood giving her fingers splinters and the edge of the seatback cutting into her exposed belly.

The transvestite appeared now in front of her, and the masked man to her left. Hoppered began fondling her breasts, sometimes holding them, sometimes slapping them as they dangled and jiggled from the force of Midvalley’s rape. Meryl’s head was forced up as she tried to block out the pain in her body from so many simultaneous assaults. Elendira’s penis, small but stiff, stood before her face.

“You know what to do, bitch,” the fake feminine voice calmly said.

Unable to fight, unable to even think, Meryl opened her lips, obligingly taking the organ in her mouth. At least it wasn’t large like Midvalley’s. At least this one wouldn’t choke her.

The three Gung Ho Guns pulled Meryl in separate directions as each took what they wanted from her. Elendira scratched Meryl’s neck and scalp as she pistoned her small cock inside the girl’s mouth, Hoppered teased and massaged her small breasts, and Midvalley pounded her body mercilessly, holding her hips.

How long this went on, Meryl couldn’t have said. She had closed her eyes and tried to block out all sensory perception. Crimson Nail finished first, her pathetic spurt of semen filling Meryl’s mouth. Meryl spat it out on the floor and was rewarded by another slap, rocking her head and sending her body in yet another direction as Hoppered grew bored with her breasts. Midvalley, however, seemed to have stamina. He pulled out of her bruised sex and turned Meryl around like a rag doll, licking the sweat from her neck and grinning. He moved her to the other side of the chair and forced her to lie on her back, her head poking out the far side. He pushed her legs up, obscenely opening her for all to see, and then pushed his cock into her again, getting a few quick thrusts for lubrication, before pulling out and slamming into her asshole.

Meryl screamed, the pain excruciating. Her legs began trembling but if she lowered them it only hurt more. Midvalley’s large cock pushed hard against the walls of her rectum, her muscles contracting in protest, only making him more excited. Meryl felt like her body was coming apart, each entry like fire in her ass, each withdrawal stinging.

“Oh, she’s never had it here,” Midvalley commented, as he slowed down his thrusts but increased their force. Hoppered, apparently content to manipulate Meryl’s body and unconcerned with his own, came over and his blank mask looked down at the screaming girl. Meryl saw her own terror and agony reflected in the polished metal surface, and she screamed harder.

“Legato…” This time the petitioner was Crimson Nail, and in an instant Meryl found herself unable to cry out, but the pain, if anything, intensified. Her body was fighting the invasion of her asshole and not allowing her to adjust to Midvalley’s size. This was fine with the Hornfreak, as he thought he had never felt anything so amazing.

Meryl’s breasts bounced from the power of his thrusts, and she gazed dumbly up again at the mask of Hoppered. Perhaps taking pity on her, or perhaps simply wanting to be involved, the man began flicking lazily at Meryl’s clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body even as Midvalley’s cock broke her. Her legs, wide open, twitched from the dual assault, and, when it became obvious the anal rape was far from over, Hoppered re-entered her pussy with his fingers, opening the folds, exploring her as she was absurdly jerked back and forth against the hard wooden seat.

However, the lubrication in her ass, which was not significant to begin with, dried up from the heat of Midvalley’s movements, and the blood which replaced it was a bit of a turn off for him. He finally withdrew before coming and forced his cock again into Meryl’s small pussy, alongside Hoppered’s large fingers. Together they pumped at the small woman, until finally Midvalley climaxed, pulling out and pouring his semen onto Meryl’s breasts, which were red from the attention Hoppered had given them.

“Where’s Zazie?” Crimson Nail asked lazily.

“You kidding?” Midvalley answered. “Kid’s just a kid.”

“Yes, I suppose,” she replied, looking at Meryl, still lying in the chair, pelvis hanging over the edge, back against the seat, and hands tightly gripping the back. “Do you think that’ll suffice?”

Midvalley nodded and pulled his clothes back on, then walked over to Meryl, who saw him coming and slid limply to the floor, the musician‘s sperm already drying on her skin.

“Please…” she said quietly.

“Just a little kiss goodbye, sweetie. I never leave my ladies without a kiss,” Midvalley smiled at her. Meryl, completely without energy to fight, pursed her lips and looked up at him. He gave her a little peck and wink and left the room.

Crimson Nail didn’t say a word, just shot a withering look at the small insurance girl and walked out.

Finally, Hoppered, in his odd ensemble, moved towards her, then seemed to think better of it. For a moment Meryl had thought she detected sympathy there, but she realized how mistaken she had been when that high-pitched voice spoke to her.

“Was it good for you?” Laughing at his own stupid joke, the Gauntlet wiped Meryl’s juices from his fingers on the rags of her clothing before he left.

The door shut then, and she was in darkness. Unable to move, unable to think, Meryl decided she would sit there and wait for Vash to come rescue her. Of course he would. Of course.
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