The studio apartment was darker than most I had worked in. The subdued incandescence of the lights on the other side of the way were obviously dim medulla around the classic vanity makeup mirror. I stepped around some clutter to the conceit and opened my bags. I wondered to myself where the lensman could experience been. He usually was waiting by the small desk by the front threshold. I had shot here a few times and there had never been an issue so I continued deeper into the studio apartment towards the make-up vanity mirror. I laid out the contentedness of my makeup bag and started sorting the makeup and brushes. I never heard the measure coming quickly from behind me.

I felt strong hands on my hip joint, 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, scare me. The mans form started to amount into clear view before the whiz lit up the iside of my head.

I had been hit.

In the face.

Hard !

I was trying to shake the cobweb from my mind when I felt the soft material against my face.

It was a strange contrast to the fierce clenched fist that had slammed into my grimace just a second ago.

I tried to cry out when my nose and mouthpiece were filled with an sulfurous burn.

The textile had some sort of chemical on it.

My mind had no time to process. Things were starting to go iniquity, even in this already dark room.

The dark ring at the edges of my visual modality grew quickly, as darkness and rest greeted me like an old devotee I could find out a mans voice.

"too easy"he said.

The there was wickedness, hush. Oblivion.

I started to come up around very slowly. Before my eyes opened ; I could see sound. Was it talking ? It sounded like it was miles away….. inside a tunnel. The sounds started to get sense. A world interpreter talking. Words started to constitute sense

"lovely"….."skirt"….."panties"……

"down them to your ankles"……."its not going to hurt too practically"…….

"Are you starting to arrive around, good"

My optic opened and the sun shone on my fount, blinding me.

No…. not the sun. there was no heat energy. The brightness was artificial. The LED lighting panels used by the photographer.

It was in from my case and I couldn't see anything.

It hurt to keep on my optic open so I shut them tightly. I could still see the lights through my fold eyelids.

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

I had been struck in the face. I could now finger the tone down ache 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 proceed my jaw too much.

I started understanding my post. I was knack at the waistline, my stomach on a bench, head lifted up as far as it could making my throat hurt as the skin over my cervix was pulled taught. I couldn't understand how my point was being forcefully held up so I tried moving my brain to the right.

PAIN !

It came from my scalp. The entirety of my hair was pulled tightly and attached to something behind me, pulling my hairsbreadth backwards, forcing my headway into the abnormal lieu it was now in.

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

Bent over, hands cuffed and arms tied in a unearthly way.

I tried to abide up and was greeted by another wave of sharp pain sensation. 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 arrest dug into the dorsum of my neck.

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

I was bleeding ! I started to understand my position and tried taking a footprint forward to stop the collar from stabbing me. My ankle were secured as well. To a spreader 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 pelvic arch again. Firm. Feeling the roundness of my ass cheeks. He slapped my ass hard and the jolt made me jump.

Cutting my cervix, hurting my ankles.

distortion my arms close to the breaking point.

I realized if I moved too suddenly I could be stabbed through the neck, or have my weapons system and mortise joint broken.

The script were on my ass again and he lifted my doll over my ass exposing my pantyhose covered legs and ass. I could sense his manus running along my ass and up and down my legs. I was in agony. I was paralyzed with awe. Then the hired hand reached my articulatio talocruralis and turned inwards. His hands were now on the inside and roaming up towards my inner thigh, my pussy.

I tried to scream but the pain in my jaw wouldn't let me.

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

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

Then the soft tear.

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

Before I could wonder again the pantyhose popped and his fingers were inside me.

Bare rough finger inside my pussy. He started flicking his finger insi8de of me.

One ? Two ? Three finger's breadth. I couldn't register it but there was a new nuisance. His fingers were to the hilt of his medallion and now he was trying to force them further.

This meter a shrieking did escape my lips.

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

How was I able-bodied to scream this loud, this long.

Was it in my imagination ?

Then the fabric was over my face again.

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

Nothing about this was good.

Since my eyes were forced closed already I didn't see the dark anchor ring of oblivion around the boundary of my sight but I knew they were there and growing.

Soon I was in the soft puff of oblivion.

No pain.

No discomfort

No fear.

Words again started to fill my head. I was waking up again. The run-in were gibberish again. I couldn't understand the words or their import or how they worked strung together but slowly they started to make sense

"fuckable"

"Still wet"

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

"her names Evangeline"I started to fully arouse when hearing my public figure. He was talking to someone. Someone 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 phone. Understanding started to come again and I tried opening my eyes but there was nothing.

Blackness.

Was I blind ? Did this animal tear my orb out ?

No…. I could see a thin current of weak coming in through the far border of my visual sense. As I was awakening I started to notice it more clearly.

I was blindfolded !

realization started to dawn on me.

I had been knocked out. The soft material on my face and the bitter exhaust fumes means chloroform. That glut mass used in the movies.

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

The following affair I realized was that I was no longer standing or bent over.

I was on my back and had my implements of war over my head. I tried moving them but realized they were tied.

I was stale. I could feel the frigidity air in the studio apartment 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 fusillade of pride hearing my capturer, my rapist compliment me.

The phone of disgust at the person on the other side of the conversation.

"you got yourself a computer boy"he asked.

"Do that google thing. Evangeline von wintertime ”.

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

Then I felt something move inside me. Not figure me but twitch 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 behemoth invading me move. Twitching. He was wet and glossy. He had just cum inside me

"im just here waiting for her to inflame up and get me hard again so I can cum inside her asshole this prison term"

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

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

He hung up the earpiece but not before telling the guy on the early end to travel rapidly 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 Thomas More"

He joked as he withdrew his penis from inside me.

It plopped out and I could finger my pussy bleeding

"no its not pedigree retard that's 100 % pure woman sex succus"I remembered him saying.

No… it had to be stemma. I refused to believe that my physical structure would betray me this way. How could my dead body have enjoyed this annoyance, this agony This humiliation.

"No"I said"no more ”.

He laughed. I could feel him run out from under me and step to my read/write head. I felt the backside of his iron heel on my face

"you want your face broken"

No please I screamed in my head. Why wouldn't my mouth open to say the words

"do you feel this"he said as he brought more of his weight onto my cheekbone. I could feel the bone starting to ache deeply. He would soon conk out my jugal bone. Maybe go further and split up my entire skull.

I started to week and his foot came off quickly

"now now…there is no penury to cry do you love why"?

I tried to answer. Tried to pull together air into my lungs and ask why. My consistency betrayed me again. I couldn't form the words.

"because you aren't going to try anything dullard"he said. Kneeling by my headspring. I instinctively knew where this was going. I was thankful that I was blindfolded and couldn't see his cock seed closer.

"open up your mouth and work on this cock. bite it and I step on your font again and again until your brain spillway from your backtalk"

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

He continued thrusting his prick into my oral fissure over and over and I soon started to feel him getting bad in my oral fissure. Impossible big.

He started to throat bang me. I couldn't breathe. I thought this would be how I died.

Getting throat fucked.

Let it come. I don't want to last through whatever aftermath will come.

His prick was removed from my mouth. I could feel how incredibly hard and magnanimous it was as it was coming out. It seemed to go on forever and when it finally left my mouth the nauseant followed. I regurgitated dejeuner all over the floor to my right.

Lunch was so long ago.

Like a lifetime ago.

He started to prompt away again. I could still hear him laughing under his breath.

He returned and knelt again between my peg. I felt a boastfully rough finger enter my pussy. 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 went in deeper. Raw pain sensation shot through my brainiac. The infliction was incredible, unbearable

Then something cool.

Wet. Numbing.

It was gel.

He was pouring lubrication over my asshole 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 fingers into my mother fucker. This was going to be too much

"enough"I screamed, and he stopped

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

muteness

He got up quietly.

I had done it now.

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

I waited for his boot to occur down on my face.

My neck.

My stomach.

What came instead was the relief of the fabric again.

He pressed it tightly and I would soon be welcomed by my expectant and darling friend.

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

My protector.

Sleep.

nap would take me for his own and deprive this madman from taking from me the only affair I had left ,.

Sleep would protect me.

Sleep would save me.

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

My picayune sister.

The impeccant little girl I remembered playing with barbies was sitting across from me trying to scare me out of my job with a news report so unspeakable and frightful that it would induce scared me if it weren't for the fact that it was my little Sister telling it.

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

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

She looked at me with real fear in her eyes.

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

She was out of breath. Her face red from either embarrassment or fear or both.

I smiled.

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

She opened her mouth to protest but I stood up.

"I wont hear another word about it. I don't appreciate you trying to frighten away me with one of your stories and the fact that you told it from my point of view was disturbing. I wont tell mom about this but you have to prose not to try and scare me away from piece of work ever again"

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

The studio apartment was just a block away and I would be late if I stopped to seduce her tone better.

The studio was disconsolate than near I had worked in. The soft lambency of the lights on the other slope of the room were obviously dim bulbs around the definitive dresser constitution mirror. I stepped around some clutter to the emptiness and opened my bags. I wondered to myself where the photographer could let been. He usually was waiting by the small desk by the movement door.

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

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

Her voice in my caput repeating the Saame words she had mentioned not 15 hour earlier.

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

nap she thought to herself

My protector .