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Anonymous Sat 25 May 2024 22:08:29 No.66042870 Report
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>Schizo kidnapps Green and Amber and forces them to fuck eachother at gunpoint in an abandoned building
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 00:36:38 No.66047586 Report
Quoted By: >>66047725 >>66047785 >>66049133 >>66049242
>>66042870
>It all happened so fast
>Me and my sister, Amber were walking home from school
>We didn't pay any mind to the white van with tinted windows parked farther up the street until it was too late
>When we made it to the van, the side door slammed open
>Out stepped a woman with a sack over her head, there were horns affixed to the sides of it
>A hellish red eye peering through the single hole on the right side of the sack
>We were frozen in place
>The glint of steel in her hand was unmistakable
>It was a revolver, a m1895
>"Put them on" her voice was low and gravelly
>A black sack was thrown at each of our feet
>Amber was the first to move, slowly reaching for the bag at her feet
>I couldn't just let this happen to her
>I had to do something, anything
>I spoke up, my voice trembling
>"L- l ook.. I'll come quietly... please, just leave my-"
>I was cut off by the sound of the hammer being drawn back
>I caved, grabbing the sack and placing it over my head
>The woman grabbed me by the collar and threw me into the van
>Before I knew it, my hands were zip tied behind my back
>My sister joined me in the van shortly after
>...
>I don't know how long it's been
>Thirty minutes? An hour?
>The driver hasn't said a word
>The only things I've heard the entire ride were the droning of the van and low quiet sobs from my sister
>"you'll be okay amber, i won't let anything happen to you..." I try to reassure her, speaking as quietly as possible
>She continues to sniffle and sob
>Amber knew everything is out of our control
>And so did I
>I prayed this was some sort of sick joke
>Cynthia always did have a twisted sense of humor
>Soon she'll tear the bag off my head and blow a party-popper in my face and yell 'Gotcha!'
>Yeah, that's it
>It's all just a sick joke
>...
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 00:44:01 No.66047785 Report
Quoted By: >>66048040 >>66049133 >>66049242
>>66047586
>...
>I'm awoken my the sound of the van door sliding open
>My eyes feel puffy and dry
>I must've cried myself to sleep
>"Get out"
>I stumble out of the van, nearly falling over face-first
>Through the black cloth, I can tell the sun is setting
>It must be around 6 o'clock
>Mom and Dad must be worried sick
>Amber lets out a cry of pain as she drops down to the ground next to me
>I tense up as I feel the barrel of the gun pressed against my back
>"Go forward"
>I do as I'm told
>After a minute or so of being guided by the barrel of a gun, I feel the air grow cold and damp around me
>I can't see any light through my covering
>We're in a building of sorts
>The sound of stepping on the concrete floor echo through the building's halls
>I'm led around for awhile longer, only catching occasional glints of setting sunlight through what I can only assume are large windows
>When I make it to the darkest room so far, I feel the gun moved away from my back
>Nothing happens for awhile
>I can hear my heart pounding out of my chest
>Amber's sobs grow louder
>And I can just make out the sounds of the third person's erratic breathing moving towards my sister
>Amber groans as she drops to the ground with a *thud*
>Though it sounds like she hit something softer than the concrete, which gives me the smallest amount of relief
>Which is immediately taken away when I feel a piece of cold steel slide between my wrists
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 00:52:57 No.66048040 Report
Quoted By: >>66048158 >>66048166 >>66048184 >>66048356 >>66048417 >>66049133 >>66049242 >>66049547 >>66049661
>>66047785
>My binds were cut
>Then the sack removed from my head
>Despite my eyes being adjusted to the dark, I can barely make out the figure lying next to me, atop a rectangular mat
>I slowly turn to look behind me
>The only sources of light being the doorway we came in and a red dot about 10 feet away, suspended 5 feet off the ground
>With a *click* a blinding light turns on, stunning me
>As my eyes adjust I start to make out what's in front of me
>The source of light emanates from a pair of standing halogen lights
>Next to it, a black camcorder, atop a tripod
>On the other side of the lights is the woman, revolver still in hand
>Any moment now...
>Cynthia, mom, dad... they'll jump out and-
>"Green" the woman spoke
>My blood is ice cold
>How does she know my name?
>Her free hand points past me
>I look to see it's pointed at my sister
>She is lying on a dirty mat with her hands and legs tied
>My eyes lock with Amber's
>It feels like this is the first time we've seen each other in ages
>The woman speaks up
>"Take off her clothes"
>What?
>Amber's reaction mirrors mine
>Terror
>I don't move a muscle
>A few minutes pass until our captor reaffirms her demands, her voice trembling with rage
>"Green, you stupid fucking faggot. If you don't take off your sister's clothes, I'll gut her like a fucking pig."
>Tears start streaming down Amber's face. She's sobbing uncontrollably
>I'm shaking and crying, my breaths are shallow and erratic
>I take a step towards my sister
>And then another
>I kneel down next to Amber
>She presses her eyes shut and turns her head away from me
>Bile rises in my stomach
>" 'm so sorry.." is all I manage to choke out

uhh. seemed like a good idea in my head, not sure if I'm gonna write more
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 01:53:24 No.66049661 Report
Quoted By: >>66049729 >>66049785 >>66049860 >>66049895 >>66050072 >>66050113 >>66050218
>>66048040
>I reach for the hem of her overshirt and tug at it
>Does she just want me to pull the shirt up?
>Amber's hand are still bo-
>I'm startled by an object clattering next to me
>It's a small box-cutter
>"Just, just cut them off." the woman's voice is tinged with frustration
>I extend the blade of the cutter and slide it along the overshirt, it makes quick work of it
>Amber's still looking away with her eyes closed
>I can't bear to look at her
>I move on to her spandex undershirt
>It's form fitting so lift her shirt so I can cut it from inside to avoid cutting her
>Don't want to hurt her more than I already am
>Amber shudders at the touch of my hand moving its way up her abdomen and in between her breasts
>Placing the cutting edge against the collar, I retract my arm, splitting the shirt down the middle
>She isn't wearing a bra
>Her chest lies bare, b-cup breasts rising and falling with each shuddered breath
>The woman moves closer, holding the camcorder in her free hand
>"Hmmm, good, good, good enough. Throw the cutter there."
>She points to the other end of the room with her gun
>I weakly toss it
>It lands about 10 feet away
>"The shorts, take her shorts off"
>Amber starts sniffling again
>I grab both sides of her waistband, pulling them down to her knees
>There's a pair of pink boyshorts covering her unmentionables
>I feel sick
>The woman behind me is practically hyperventilating
>"Didn't.. tell you.. to stop"
>This'll all be over soon.. right?
>Just gotta take them off, then we can leave
>As I reach for her undergarments
>I look up
>Amber is staring right at me with teary eyes
>I almost retch
>If I wasn't dehydrated, I'd start crying again
>Forcing my eyes shut, I grab the sides of her underwear and tug
>...
>I don't dare open my eyes
>The woman hisses in a low voice
>"t- touch her"
>...
>I vomit
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 03:33:59 No.66052124 Report
Quoted By: >>66052150 >>66052175 >>66052613 >>66055326
sorry guys, it's not over yet

>>66049661
>Bile runs down my chin and onto my chest
>I manage to wipe it away
>Some of it got on Amber's shorts
>She's still sobbing
>I can't move
>I feel dizzy
>The woman lets out a hollow chuckle
>"N- never seen a pussy before?"
>Amber's naval, her thighs pressed against each other, I try to look at anything but "it"
>"Need to get motivated, faggot?"
>I feel the gun jab the back of my head
>My entire body is trembling
>Amber tries to choke back a sob
>"Hmmm, scared of pussy, fagboy?"
>She keeps tapping my head with the barrel
>"I. Won't tell you again. touch. her"
>My body involuntarily tries to curl in on itself
>I catch a glimpse of pink, close my eyes and reach a shaking hand out towards it
>Amber whimpers as my hand brushes against her
>I begin to retch again
>The woman growls and stomps off
>"Fine, fine, fine, fine, FINE"
>She slams the tripod next to us and puts the camcorder back on it
>Hew newly freed hand reaches toward me and grabs a handful of my hair
>"Hope you're done puking"
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 03:54:37 No.66052613 Report
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>>66052124
>My face is then forced towards my sister
>I try to stop myself, to no avail
>Amber lets out a shriek as my snoot make contact with her slit
>I manage to pull myself away, only to have my face forced back in between Amber's thighs
>This continues a few more times, until I'm let go
>My big sister is bawling from the assault
>Tears and snot are now freely flowing from my face
>I try to crawl away to no avail
>Our captor rips off the tie holding Amber's ankles together and tears the legwear around her knees right off
>She again, uses her offhand to grab a fistful of my hair
>"Hmmmh, this'll make it easier"
>I try to say something in protest in between sobs
>" p- lea-"
>My face is forced in between my sister's legs again
>My sister screams in pain as I'm mashed into her entrance, the tip of my snoot opening her
>The woman keeps pushing my head, forcing me further inside
>Amber's screams become louder and her pleas more desperate
>"S STOP YOuR HURTING ME"
>After a few more shoves I'm pulled back out
>There's blood intermingling with the various liquids on my face
>The corners of my vision start to blacken
>The woman starts laughing
>"Haaah, looks like you popped your sister's cherry"
>I can't say or do anything
>It's all out of my control
>I'm forced into my sister again and again
>She's screaming
>The woman's laughing
>I can't breathe
>My body involuntarily pushes itself away to no avail
>I try to pull myself away and then I'm forced back in
>My consciousness begins to wane, leaving my big sister alone with this woman
>...
>I'm sorry, Amber
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 05:38:51 No.66054708 Report
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>I was the first to wake up
>It's early morning
>I'm lying in the middle of the woods
>I look around and see my sister lying a few feet away from me
>Her shirts are cut open, her jacket and underwear are still intact, her shorts are nowhere to be found
>I move over to her on my hands an knees
>I tap her on the shoulder a few times to wake her
>"amber?"
>After a moment she begins to stir, her eyes open, locking with mine
>They are full of fear
>Amber scurries away, only taking a few steps until she topples over, clutching her lower abdomen
>She lets out a groan of pain, tears streaming down her face
>She wont be able to walk
>I make my way over and kneel next to her
>I place my hand on her shoulder
>She shudders at the touch, but doesn't try to pull away
>"Amber, we can't stay here.. You can't walk, can you?"
>She shakes her head
>"I'll.. have to carry you, alright?"
>No response
>I reach over to zip up her jacket, she closes her eyes and looks away
>As squat down and she wraps her arms around my neck
>I lift her up, holding her in a bridal carry
>Holding my sister, I look around for any signs of civilization
>The only thing I notice is a trail on the ground leading from where we were sleeping
>We must've been dragged here on a tarp or a sled of sorts
>There's no telling if following the trail would lead us to a road, or back to.. them
>I begin to walk in the opposite direction

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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 06:06:41 No.66055226 Report
Quoted By: >>66055326 >>66055514 >>66055521 >>66056020 >>66056056 >>66056090
>>66054708
>...
>I must have been walking for a few hours
>The sound of leaves and branches crushed underfoot were the only thing keeping me awake
>My sister, the only thing keeping me going
>She was fast asleep
>I continued to walk for while longer
>And then I heard it
>The sound of a car passing by
>My legs threaten to give away beneath the weight of me an my sister, but I move as fast as I can
>After a couple minutes of jogging I finally made
>Never in my life did I think I'd be this happy to see a road
>I sat myself on the side of the road, my sister still clinging to me for dear life
>My legs have never burned this bad, I'd at least have to wait 30 minutes before I started walking again
>After about 10 minutes of sitting, I heard a car approach
>I nearly started booking it at the sight of the white vehicle, until I realized it was smaller than a van
>The car pulled up next to us, it's a state trooper patrol car
>An allosaur wearing aviators peered through the window at us
>"You.. those Mous kids?"

>About an hour later and we were sitting at the station
>Amber was given a oversized blue shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants to change into
>Both her and I were devouring the handful of granola bars given to us
>The trooper makes his way back to us
>Upon seeing anyone else, Amber would grab ahold of my arm, if she wasn't already
>"So I just got off the phone with your folks, they should be down in an hour.."
>We hadn't said a word since we arrived
>The gray allosaur rubbed the back of head, clearly uncomfortable with having to deal with a couple of catatonic kids
>So... clearly something happened, didja, wanna talk about it, or... give me a statement or.."
>The trooper looks to Amber, she says nothing, her grip on my arm threatening to break it
>He then turned to me
>...


cool, all done, i'm gonna cry myself to sleep now

>>66054777
i'll prolly make an epilogue tomorrow
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 20:40:14 No.66070440 Report
Quoted By: >>66070845 >>66071576
>>66070305
fine, here you go (1of/probably4)

>Dad was the only person I could talk to about it
>It's been three days since he picked us up from the station
>Later in the day, he sat down next to me on my bed
>He looks like he hasn't slept in days and I'm sure I look worse
>I told him I'd be ready to talk today
>I had to tell him everything, no matter how insignificant the details may seem
>Staring at the floor, I recall the events of that day
>I start from the beginning, Amber and I walking home from school
>The white van with sliding doors, it was less boxy, more rounded than other vans
>Our captor, a woman, she was about as tall as me and Amber
>The sack with horns over her head, she was dressed from head to toe in dark clothing
>Her only features I could make out were red eyes and a yellow tail, whipping around erratically
>She had a silver m1895 stego-Nant revolver with a supressor fixed to the end of it
>The black sacks Amber and I were forced to put on, they seemed to be handmade and stiched together from light-blocking fabric
>Yeah, I highly doubt there's some kidnapper hardwear store where you could go and buy "kidnapping hoods"
>I'd laugh at my joke, if it wasn't for the grim nature of our one-sided conversation, it only gets worse from here
>There wasn't anything I could say about the ride in the back of the van, considering I slept for most of it
>I continue with our arrival to the derelict building, though I couldn't see anything, I could tell there were no windows or doors
>We were guided through the building, towards the dark room
>My hood and binds were removed, bright worklights were turned on behind me
>"The first thing I saw was Amber... lying on a dirty mattress"
>Dad shifts in his seat at the mention of this, he still hasn't said a word
>I don't move my gaze from the floor
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 21:21:32 No.66071576 Report
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>>66070440
2/4
>"She called me by my name.." my breathing begins to shudder
>"-s said she'd k kill Amber. if I didn't... take her clothes off"
>Tears begin to stream down my face
>I wipe a few away with my sleeve
>A pit in my stomach forms as I recall being used, like a plaything, to hurt my sister
>"She made me hurt Amber and" I choke back a sob "and she recorded the whole thing"
>Dad leans over, covering his eyes with a single hand, still remaining silent
>He knew the severity of her injuries
>He brought us right to the hospital after picking us up from the station
>My body was littered with bitemarks all over my chest, shoulders and inner thighs
>Yet my clothes were completely intact when I woke up earlier that day, the implications of it made my stomach turn
>Amber was worse off, she had to stay at the hospital and only came back this morning, due to bruising all over her body and suffering multiples tears
>It would be a couple of months until she recovered from the worst of them
>And that's only the physical injuries
>I played a part in it, now our Dad knew it too
>The dam broke
>I began sobbing uncontrollably
>Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a firm embrace
>I did the same in return
>We stayed like this for awhile
>...
>I've never heard Dad cry before
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 22:32:45 No.66073532 Report
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>>66071576
3/4
>Two weeks after the assault, police halfway across the country stopped a white sprinter van
>The driver was Wendy S. Frennic
>My statement along with the bitemarks left on my body led the police searching for a yellow Compsognathus with red eyes, she was the prime suspect, even before fleeing the state under probation
>A search of her van lead to them finding a suppressed revolver, a couple of handmade horned hoods, various handcrafted puppets, dolls, a plethora of photographs and a camcorder
>Half of the puppets and dolls varied in colors and dino species, there was even a single bald human one
>The other half were of my sister and I
>As well as many of the photos
>Most of the pictures are of me an my sister walking to and from school
>Many of them on the same road were taken on
>That's all we were to this "person"
>An object of desire
>Just a doll, a puppet
>To her, we were things that can be used and thrown away on their whims
>Not caring for how we feel or how it affects us
>We'll never be the same again
>All for her satisfaction
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 22:47:39 No.66074317 Report
Quoted By: >>66074398 >>66074441 >>66074592 >>66074611 >>66074645 >>66074838
>>66073532
fuck 4/5
>Three days later, our abuser was flown from Liosiana back to Dinofornia to stand trial for the kidnapping and abuse of my sister and I
>Her arrival was going to be televised
>I sat on the couch, the television tuned in to a local news channel
>I was the only person watching it
>Amber hardly came out of her room, I usually had to bring her meals to her
>Mom's busy mopping the floor for the third time today
>And dad's at work
>The news man, a human with slick hair and a bushy moustache stands amongst a small crowd in the airport terminal
>There doesn't seem to be any cops around
>A picture of Wendy is shown on screen as a reporter lists off things the abuser had already confessed to both cops and reporters
>Just a still image of her makes me feel uneasy, the narration of the atrocities she committed while my sister and I were conscious and unconscious through a PG filter didn't help matters
>It's best to rip this band aid off now, I'll probably have to see her in court sooner or later
>The feed cuts back to the live recording
>The news man then confirms that the plane has arrived
>Not long after, a shackled yellow compy with unkempt crimson hair rounds the corner at the other end of the terminal
>She's followed by two detectives, a tall blue liopleurodon and a short orange microraptor
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Anonymous Sun 26 May 2024 23:06:10 No.66074838 Report
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>>66074317
5/5
her questions, she ignores them all
>She stops about five feet from the camera when a certain question piques her interest
>"Ma'am, why did you target these two kids!" a woman yells from behind the camera
>Her face is expressionless, her crimson red eyes peering directly into the camera rather than the reporter
>She's staring right at me
>I try to look at anything else on the screen
>That's when I notice a man in a hoodie facing the wall behind my abuser
>He turns towards her, hands in his kangaroo-pouch
>Even when he's wearing a hood, glasses and a baseball cap, I can recognize him
>Her voice is low and slow, she must be sedated, hearing her voice again still turns my blood to ice
>"they are my favorite things"
>My father moves towards the compy, drawing a snub nose revolver from his pocket and firing point-blank into her head
>She drops like a sack of bricks
>Bystanders start yelling
>The microraptor pushes my dad to the wall with little resistance and snatches the gun from his hand
>"God damn it Anon!" the raptor yells
>The camera pans away from my father and to the woman on the ground, the tall blue detective kneeling down next to her
>Her crimson hair blends in with the growing pool of vermilion leaking from her mouth and temple
>Her eyes are still wide open, staring off at nothing
>I look away from the carnage displayed on the screen and only just notice my mom standing next to me
>Her hands are covering the end of her snoot and her eyes watering
>"fuck, anon.." is all she mutters out
>Mom takes the remote from next to me and flips the TV off
>She sits down next to me, wrapping her arms and wings around me
>...
>They can't hurt anyone anymore