The Gag
tags: M/f, non-cons, anal, rape, torture
disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!
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A door opened in a small, windowless room, and a men entered through it. He was as wide as the door and full of muscle under his t-shirt and jeans. He was carrying a small black duffel bag that gave a heavy thump as it fell to the floor.
Inside the room there was a bed, and on it, a small girl was sitting. She had a red ball gag on, but afraid by the size, she had only placed it outside of her mouth before fastening it.
They looked at each other for the first time, and as the man watched her she started to feel a bit ridiculous.
The man was watching her without any sign of emotion, but after a few moments he started walking towards her. She rose from the bed to meet him, more in fear of his size than in deference to his position. When he stood in front of her she had to look up to him, as she was more than a head lower than him.
Without a word, he grabbed her by an arm and twisted her around forcefully, until she was facing away from him. With his free hand he took a small coil of cotton rope from a pocket, letting one end fall to the ground.
He made a simple loop, one handed, betraying his experience with ropes and used it to secure her wrists behind her back. He continued wrapping the rope along her wrist, tying a knot every now and then before he took the rope upwards to tie her elbows together.
As he pulled them together behind her, the tension forced her to thrust her chest outwards and she let a small whimper escape the loosely fitted gag.
Satisfied, he pushed her long hair to one side and grabbed the buckle that closed the gag. He opened with one hand and with the other he pulled the gad deeply into her mouth. It forced her to open her jaws fully until they hurt, but before she could protest he had closed the buckle again.
Without warning, she felt him kick her behind the knees and she collapsed into the bed losing her breath.
Twisting her face to one side she saw him go back to the door to pick up his bag. He looked at the heavy wooden door before grabbing the key still in the lock and, turning it two times, he locked it. He took the key and placed it in one of his pockets before returning to side of the bed.
He placed the bag on a small table by one side of the bed before returning to her.
She looked at him with apprehension as he grabbed her by one foot before twisting her whole body with it. She ended up facing up, resting painfully on her arms.
He got on the bed, sitting on her stomach with his legs at the sides, making it hard for her too breathe.
Placing both hands over her breasts, he started pawing her with force. He squeezed her tits until they started hurting before taking one hand up to her neck, caressing her skin and squeezing it lightly.
She kept watching him in the eyes, pleading him to stop. His dark eyes, almost black in the poorly lit room seemed bottomless and unforgiving.
With a sudden rush, he grabbed her red dress by the bust and pulled, lifting her from the bed until the fabric gave and the dress broke.
He lifted from her long enough to pull the rest of her dress from her, leaving her dressed only in her bra and panties. Before coming over her again, he took her shoes, trailing his fingers lightly from her feet all the way to her face.
He got on top of her again, trailing his left hand over her breasts and her face as she started crying. In between tears she could see him grab something from one of his back pockets.
She started screaming into her gag when she saw him holding a folding knife. With a loud whump, a big blade opened from it, looking huge to her. Pinned under him, she tried to move away, but he was too heavy for her and she was helpless.
He started trailing the tip of the blade over her chest. as she tried to stay still, not wanting him to cut her.
She could feel the cold steel scratching her skin as it passed around her breasts, then he took it up, towards her neck before grabbing it firmly in one hand and raising it above her head.
Her eyes could not leave the blade as it hovered over her, until with another sudden rush he stabbed at her. She screamed wildly into the gag before she felt the blade hit the mattress a few centimeters to the side of her head.
She started sobbing as he started pawing at her breasts over her bra. His fingers dug under the fabric and he started pulling the bra from her.
The much stronger fabric held longer than the dress, cutting into her skin as he pulled from it, lifting her from the bed. Finally the clasp gave and she fell back into the bed. Red, angry bruises showed against her pale skin were the fabric had burned her.
He threw her bra to the floor like a rag before getting up again.
From the bag he took another coil of rope, this one longer and thicker than the first. He folded the rope in two, before passing the ends across the fold, making a crude loop.
Grabbing her by one foot, he pulled her from the bed, and she hit her head on the floor leaving her stunned.
He knelt beside her, and grabbing her by the hair, he lifted her head from the floor. With terror she realized that he had placed a noose around her neck. Panicking, she started screaming into the gag again, but the big ball in the mouth muffled most of it and he paid her no attention.
Grabbing a chair from one corner, he stepped on top of it and passed the other end of the rope though a pulley in the ceiling.
He stepped down, moved the chair out of the way, and giving the rope a few loops around one of his big hands he started pulling.
Her screams were cut immediately as the rope dug deep into her neck, lifting her without mercy from the floor.
With her hands behind her back she couldn't lift herself, leaving her whole weight resting on the rope. She felt it tighten around her throat as her body was lifted from the floor.
He kept pulling until her feet were directly under the pulley and she desperately tried to stand on her legs. Grunting, he pulled a bit more, forcing her to stand on her toes.
Desperate, she tried to balance herself, stretching her legs as far as she could in an effort to reduce the weight on the throat but the tension on the rope meant that she had to stay perfectly under it or she would suffocate. With her arms tied, she couldn't balance herself properly and she drunkenly swayed from side to side, while the rope cut into her throat.
Seemingly unconcerned, he tied the free end of the rope to a bolt on the side of a wall, before checking the tension of the rope by plucking it like a guitar string.
Walking around her in circles, she tried to keep eye contact with him, pleading with her eyes for him to let her down, choking on her own saliva as the ball sealed her mouth and her throat was tightened every time she lost her balance.
Without warning, he slapped her ass with one big hand, leaving a red imprint in her ass cheek. She jumped from the pain, losing her balance completely and she hung from her neck again.
Panicked, she tried to place her feet under her again, but the rope dug deeper with every second and she could not steady herself.
In what felt like an eternity, she danced from the noose, her lungs burning more with every passing moment until she finally found her balance.
Slowly she stood again, taking a bit of the weight from her neck. Her lungs screamed in pain as air rushed in, but she started crying in joy.
After she had calmed again she started looking around for him. She found him on the bed, watching her with a hungry look in his eyes.
Never saying a word he rose and started undressing himself. He folded his clothing neatly before placing them on the table besides the bag. His cock stood rigidly in front of him as he stroked himself.
He took the knife and walked slowly to her, standing behind her. She felt his cock rubbing against her ass and she instinctively took it in her hands, awkwardly masturbating him.
His free hand roamed her chest, squeezing her� breasts and her neck. She rested her weight on him steadying herself and allowing a bit more air to enter her tortured lungs.
He started pulling her nipples until they turned white, the blinding pain making her bite the gag until her teeth started hurting. His left hand rose to her stretched nipple holding the knife and she squealed in terror.
Resting the knife under her tit, he started moving it from side to side, sawing lightly so as not to cut too deeply. She screamed into the gag as she felt the blade cutting her tender flesh.
After a few moments he pulled the knife away, the edge red with her blood. He let go of her nipple and turned around to look at the wound.
A shallow red line stood against her pale skin where he had cut her while little red drops slid down her breast and he smiled.
Taking a step forward he lowered his mouth to her breast and she closed her eyes as she felt his teeth sink into her flesh.
He started sucking greedily at her tit, biting her nipple slowly in a perverse parody of breast feeding. When he got up she could see his lips covered in her blood while he grinned, knife in hand. Her eyes were wild with fear and her legs starting shaking uncontrollably.
The prolonged effort to remain on her toes started to take a toll and her legs cramped. The pain rose as he stood in front of her, smiling.
Moving towards her again, he threw the knife on the bed and took his cock in one hand. He started rubbing himself on her cunt grabbing what juices her body had produced. He then grabbed her by the ass, lifting her into the air and guiding his cock between her legs.
As he lifted her, the noose loosened and she took a deep breath of air, before he lowered her again, impaling her with his cock.
Her legs instinctively went around his hips trying to keep her herself high enough to avoid tightening the noose again, but her cramped legs didn't have the strength to keep her up.
Paying her no mind, he started bouncing her body up and down, fucking her dry pussy with wild fury. Her eyes inches from hers as her lungs fought a losing battle to take more air in.
Each time he pulled her down the noose tightened around her throat and the rope burned her skin until her lungs screamed for air. Her vision started to close, until only his face remained in the center of her vision, but ultimately it all went black.
The only sensation she felt was his cock inside her sore cunt and her lung screaming for air.
With a tremendous groan, he came inside her, filling her pussy with his come. Spent, he let go of her and she collapsed, hanging loosely from the rope, too weak to try and hold herself up.
He spit in her face before grabbing the knife and cutting the rope in one swipe.
She fell to the floor like a rag-doll, hitting her face on the floor and drawing blood. With out tension, the noose mercifully opened.
He sat on the chair, looking at her as her chest started to raise slowly. A broken sound came from her nose every time she exhaled, signaling that perhaps she had a crushed throat, but he same unfazed by the possibility.
Minutes passed but she remained unconscious while he watched patiently. His cock started to get hard again while he watched her and he stroked himself idly while he waited.
Finally, her eyes opened. She looked disoriented as she laid in the floor, naked and bruised. Her neck had a red mark of raw skin were the rope had dug deeply and her breast still bleed slowly where he had cut her.
He rose again, walking towards her. Pulling from the buckle that held her gag in place, he loosened the strap and took the gag out.
Spit came out of her mouth and the broken sound that she made every time she breathed sounded deeper now.
His hand started trailing her face, almost lovingly, before going up into her hair. Grabbing two hand full's of hair in his hands, he lifted her from the floor, waking her again and making her scream in pain.
Without the gag, the sound was loud in the small room as he pulled her head until it was close to his cock. He pushed her head against the side of the bed before grabbing his cock and guiding it inside her mouth.
Pushing with his hips, he buried himself deeply inside her throat, making her gag. New tears streamed from her eyes as his cock rubbed itself on her damaged throat from the inside. He started fucking her throat with the same fury as he had fucked her pussy.
Thick spit came from her mouth every time he hit the back of her throat, bouncing her head on the back of the bed.
Aroused, he lasted only a few minutes at the brutal rhythm he had, before burying himself deeply into her. His balls, resting on her chin and her nose buried in his flesh. He came one last time, filling her with his jizz for the second time.
Spent, he pulled himself free of her, letting her fall to the floor.
Her gag reflex triggered as his cock left her mouth and a stream of burning acid came forth, burning her abused throat. She started coughing violently in an effort to clear her throat of the burning acid, but it was too late to avoid the damage it had done.
He started cleaning his cock with the remains of her dress, as he watched her. She was laying in a pool of vomit, she was bleeding from her chest and her face where she had hit the floor, a steady stream of cum was leaving her abused cunt and her breathing sounded like a broken diesel truck.
Once clean, he threw it in a corner and dressed himself again. He picked the knife from the bed and looking at the ball gag, he finally picked it up as a memento. He grabbed the bag before leaving the room as she laid on the floor, broken and discarded.
He had never said a word to her.
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