The studio apartment was darker than nearly I had worked in. The flabby gleaming of the Light Within on the early side of the elbow room were obviously dim bulbs around the authoritative amour propre composition mirror. I stepped around some clutter to the vanity and opened my bags. I wondered to myself where the photographer could have been. He usually was waiting by the lowly desk by the front man door. I had shot here a few clock time and there had never been an emergence so I continued deeper into the studio towards the makeup conceitedness mirror. I laid out the contents of my makeup bag and started sorting the war paint and copse. I never heard the whole tone coming quickly from behind me.

I felt strong hands on my hips, fingers digging into me as he flung me around.

My first thought was that the photographer I had worked with a dozen times before without incident was trying to surprise me, frighten me. The mans form started to number into clear view before the stars lit up the iside of my head.

I had been hit.

In the face.

Hard !

I was trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind when I felt the soft cloth against my face.

It was a strange contrast to the rough fist that had slammed into my face just a second ago.

I tried to cry out when my nose and lip were filled with an blistering burn.

The fabric had some sort of chemical substance on it.

My creative thinker had no prison term to march. Things were starting to go nighttime, even in this already drear room.

The shadow ring at the edges of my vision grew quickly, as darkness and quietus greeted me like an old lover I could try a humankind voice.

"too easy"he said.

The there was darkness, stillness. Oblivion.

I started to come around very slowly. Before my centre opened ; I could listen auditory sensation. Was it talking ? It sounded like it was mil away….. inside a tunnel. The sounds started to realise sense. A serviceman voice talking. Words started to make sentiency

"lovely"….."skirt"….."pantie"……

"lower them to your ankles"……."its not going to spite too much"…….

"Are you starting to come around, good"

My eyes opened and the sun shone on my face, blinding me.

No…. not the sun. there was no passion. The luminosity was unreal. The LED kindling panels used by the photographer.

It was inch from my typeface and I couldn't see anything.

It hurt to keep my eyes open so I shut them tightly. I could still see the visible light through my closed eyelids.

Had looking directly into the twinkle damaged my view ? I couldn't tell but before I could set forth to worry about my eyesight It slowly dawned on me what had happened.

I had been struck in the boldness. I could now feel the dull aching on the side of my head where his clenched fist had struck me. It hurt when I opened my mouth so I tried not to move my jaw too much.

I started understanding my situation. I was bent at the waistline, my stomach on a workbench, read/write head lifted up as far as it could making my throat hurt as the hide over my neck was pulled taught. I couldn't understand how my head was being forcefully held up so I tried moving my head to the right.

infliction !

It came from my scalp. The entireness of my whisker was pulled tightly and attached to something behind me, pulling my hair backwards, forcing my straits into the unnatural view it was now in.

My weapons system were being secured behind me. cuff ? Maybe. My arms had been bent in an odd way which wouldn't allow me to twist them. As I realized what my weapons system were being forced to do my brain started recognizing the electric messages indicating discomfort.

Bent over, hands cuffed and weapon system tied in a weird way.

I tried to stand up and was greeted by another wafture of sharp annoyance. I was wearing a collar that had spiked on the inside. The collar was chained to something in front of me. When I tried standing up the collar dug into the back of my neck.

I could feel the stiletto heel digging into the soft tissue at the nape of my neck. I could feel the warm wetness starting to stream down my back.

I was bleeding ! I started to realize my position and tried taking a dance step forward to stop the neckband from stabbing me. My ankle were secured as well. To a broadcaster bar between my ankles.

There was no way for me to move.

I was stuck here like this.

I was vulnerable.

Then came the hands on my hips again. Firm. Feeling the roundness of my ass boldness. He slapped my ass hard and the jerk made me jump.

film editing my neck opening, hurting my ankles.

twisting my weapon close to the break point.

I realized if I moved too suddenly I could be stabbed through the neck, or have my coat of arms and ankle joint broken.

The hired man were on my ass again and he lifted my skirt over my ass exposing my pantyhose covered legs and ass. I could feel his hired hand running along my ass and up and down my legs. I was in suffering. I was paralyzed with fear. Then the hands reached my ankles and turned inwards. His manpower were now on the inside and roaming up towards my inside second joint, my pussy.

I tried to shout but the hurting in my jaw wouldn't let me.

His manpower were now over the cumulus of my pussy. He was roughly kneading my privates through the step-in and pantyhose, painfully grinding the material around irritating my skin.

It continued. Getting more vigorous. Soon I could feel my pantie rolling, shifting. And then my lips were being dragged by the pantyhose. He continued until the pantyhose stretched into my kitty. I could feel his fingerbreadth expertly grinding down. Pushing deeper.

Then the gentle tear.

Was this my pantyhose ripping or was he ripping my pussy ?

Before I could wonder again the pantyhose popped and his finger's breadth were inside me.

Bare rough in finger inside my cunt. He started flicking his digit insi8de of me.

One ? Two ? Three fingers. I couldn't register it but there was a new pain. His fingers were to the hilt of his palm and now he was trying to hale them further.

This clip a scream did escape my lips.

The shrieking seemed to go on forever and I started to wonder where all this air came from.

How was I capable to scream this loud, this long.

Was it in my vision ?

Then the cloth was over my face again.

The acidic exhaust making me want to vomit. I hoped I wouldn't vomit. I didn't understand how that would work, but I knew it wouldn't be good.

Nothing about this was good.

Since my center were forced closed already I didn't see the obscure tintinnabulation of oblivion around the sharpness of my ken but I knew they were there and growing.

Soon I was in the gentle comfort of oblivion.

No pain.

No discomfort

No fear.

Words again started to sate my head. I was waking up again. The word were gibberish again. I couldn't understand the words or their signification or how they worked strung together but slowly they started to produce sense

"fuckable"

"Still wet"

"no its not blood cretin that's 100 % pure woman sex juice"

"her names Evangeline"I started to fully awaken when hearing my epithet. He was talking to someone. soul who wasn't talking back but was conversing with him somehow

"Yeah shes a fetish model. Shes hotter than the sun boy"

On the phone…obviously on the earpiece. Understanding started to arrive again and I tried opening my eyes but there was nothing.

Blackness.

Was I blind ? Did this animal shoot down my orb out ?

No…. I could see a dilute current of tripping coming in through the far edge of my vision. As I was awakening I started to mark it more clearly.

I was blindfolded !

Realization started to dawn on me.

I had been knocked out. The mild fabric on my face and the acrid fumes means trichloromethane. That stuff people used in the movies.

I honestly didn't know the clobber existed in real life.

The succeeding thing I realized was that I was no longer standing or deform over.

I was on my backrest and had my arms over my mind. I tried moving them but realized they were tied.

I was dusty. I could finger the inhuman air in the studio run over my bare skin.

I was naked.

How long had I been out

"what do you mean you never heard of her. Shes a fucking internet fucking legend boy"

Why was a filled with a burst of pridefulness hearing my captor, my rapist compliment me.

The sound of disgust at the person on the other position of the conversation.

"you got yourself a computer boy"he asked.

"Do that google affair. Evangeline von winter ”.

I tried moving my legs but found they were tied to something. My branch were turn away back away from me, exposing my pussy.

Then I felt something move inside me. Not enrol me but squeeze inside of me.

"this bitches twat so tight I think im going to rip through into her fucking belly"

That was it. He was inside me. I woke up to him already inside me. Now I could feel the monster invading me move. twitch. He was wet and glossy. He had just cum inside me

"im just here waiting for her to wake up and get me hard again so I can cum inside her mother fucker this time"

I drew a breathing place in sharply at the mention of my ass. I had never had anal sex. I had tried but the pain in the ass was so intense. So incredibly irritating that I begged for the guy to stop even though the head of his dick hadn't even gone halfway in.

"well well well…this kick was playing asleep. Probably hoping to get away"

He hung up the headphone but not before telling the guy on the other end to speed up and get the boys and come to the studio

Get the boys

This wasn't anywhere near ending.

"please I said"my jaw still hurting but the swelling obviously reduced.

"please she says. Oh I think she wants more"

He joked as he withdrew his penis from inside me.

It plopped out and I could feel my slit bleeding

"no its not blood cretin that's 100 % pure woman sex juice"I remembered him saying.

No… it had to be blood line. I refused to believe that my trunk would betray me this way. How could my physical structure have enjoyed this pain, this torment This humiliation.

"No"I said"no more ”.

He laughed. I could feel him strike out from under me and pace to my head. I felt the ass of his boot on my expression

"you want your face broken"

No please I screamed in my straits. Why wouldn't my mouthpiece open to say the Christian Bible

"do you find this"he said as he brought to a greater extent of his exercising weight onto my cheekbone. I could feel the bone starting to ache deeply. He would soon part my cheekbone. Maybe go further and interrupt my entire skull.

I started to week and his foot came off quickly

"now now…there is no need to cry do you know why"?

I tried to answer. Tried to pile up air into my lungs and ask why. My dead body betrayed me again. I couldn't physique the words.

"because you aren't going to try anything stupe"he said. Kneeling by my headspring. I instinctively knew where this was going. I was grateful that I was blindfolded and couldn't see his tool come closer.

"give your mouth and work on this dick. seize with teeth it and I step on your expression again and again until your brain spill from your sass"

Then there was a pressure level on my lips. I parted them and opened my mouth slowly but he rammed his tool into my mouth, passing my tongue and directly down my throat. I wanted to gag but somehow I didn't.

He continued thrusting his putz into my mouth over and over and I soon started to feel him getting enceinte in my sassing. unsufferable big.

He started to throat roll in the hay me. I couldn't breathe. I thought this would be how I died.

getting throat fucked.

Let it come. I don't want to live through whatever wake will come.

His cock was removed from my mouth. I could feel how incredibly hard and large it was as it was coming out. It seemed to go on forever and when it finally left my mouth the vomit followed. I regurgitated lunch all over the story to my right.

dejeuner was so recollective ago.

Like a lifetime ago.

He started to affect away again. I could still see him laughing under his breath.

He returned and knelt again between my leg. I felt a heavy rough finger go into my slit. He finger fucked me and rammed his finger into me roughly again and again. Then he put it on my asshole.

He pushed and it gave just a little.

I screamed in agony.

He laughed.

His finger's breadth went in deeper. Raw pain snap through my brain. The pain in the ass was incredible, unbearable

Then something cool.

Wet. Numbing.

It was gel.

He was pouring lubrication over my mother fucker with his rough finger still inside me.

He removed his finger and I could smell the foul odor.

He laughed and started to press two finger into my whoreson. This was going to be too much

"enough"I screamed, and he stopped

If you're going to plunder my asshole then have enough decency to knock me out like you have before.

secretiveness

He got up quietly.

I had done it now.

I had angered him. I knew I had. He would kill me now and dishonor my corpse.

I waited for his the boot to come down on my face.

My neck.

My stomach.

What came instead was the ministration of the cloth again.

He pressed it tightly and I would soon be welcomed by my greatest and dearest friend.

sopor. He would break me but I wouldn't feel it because I would be protected by my friend.

My protector.

Sleep.

eternal sleep would take me for his own and deprive this madman from taking from me the only thing I had left ,.

eternal sleep would protect me.

Sleep would save up me.

I stared at her face with my mouth hanging open up. I couldn't believe what had just come out of my small sisters mouth. Here she was warning me what could happen. Warning me with a story of gore and stemma and violation.

My little sister.

The innocent little miss I remembered playing with barbies was sitting across from me trying to scare away me out of my job with a story so terrible and horrifying that it would have scared me if it weren't for the fact that it was my little sister telling it.

The contrast between her report and her personality was too great to get me too immersed in her tale of ravishment and paid and humiliation

"Honey…. Please order me you didn't just come up with this story and you read it somewhere"

She looked at me with echt fear in her eyes.

"Its not a fib. I saw it in my dreaming, and you know what they have always said about my dream ”.

She was out of breathing spell. Her look red from either overplus or fear or both.

I smiled.

"Its ok hun. Ive worked with this photographer a bunch of times and his set is in a secure studio apartment. I will be fine"

She opened her back talk to protest but I stood up.

"I wont hear another give-and-take about it. I don't appreciate you trying to scare me with one of your write up and the fact that you told it from my compass point of purview was disturbing. I wont tell apart mom about this but you have to prose not to try and scare me away from work ever again"

I stood up and left her session at the table. I think I might have heard her cry. But what she had done was really wrong.

The studio was just a block away and I would be lately if I stopped to take in her feel better.

The studio was sour than most I had worked in. The delicate glow of the Light on the other side of the room were obviously dim bulbs around the classic vanity makeup mirror. I stepped around some clutter to the conceit and opened my bags. I wondered to myself where the photographer could take been. He usually was waiting by the lowly desk by the front door.

I froze. It was exactly as my little sis story.

"Its not a story. I saw it in my dreams, and you know what they have always said about my aspiration ”.

Her interpreter in my head repeating the same Scripture she had mentioned not 15 minutes earlier.

Then the cloth came from behind her covering her mouth and nose.

Sleep she thought to herself

My protector .