One Year Later
Kaisa struggled fiercely against the man holding her, flexing her arms against the much stronger and harder man as she tried to break away. It wasn’t very fruitful… she was being held across her stomach and the man’s big, strong hand was around her waist, her back pressed to her attacker’s chest. She gritted her teeth as she forced herself to relax for a moment and even out her breath… She knew exactly what she had to do.
When the popstar moved again it was explosive. She moved her hand forward before snapping it back, her elbow pressing hard back against her attacker’s abdomen. She heard the hard exhale of breath as he grunted out, and she didn’t stop… she felt his hold on her get weaker so she dropped and twisted as hard as she could and ripped her way out of his grip. A quick series of blows to his chin and he was stagging back and she turned to run… before she saw the man rubbing the bruise on his chin with a pained expression.
“You ok, Nick?” Kaisa said with a concerned little chuckle as she looked at her partner.
“Oof. Yeah, I’m fine. Good jab…” he muttered with a sheepish little smile.
Kaisa graced him with a short, brief smile of her own before she turned back to the side, her attention returning to the crowd of women nearby… her student. “As you can see, it doesn’t require a lot of advanced moves. What matters is being sudden and powerful, then getting away before your attacker knows what’s happening.” Kaisa gave them a knowing nod. “So that’s what you’ll practice. Wait. Fight. Then run… those are the best tactics you could ask for. I know all of you are eager to fight, but you should remember that nothing that we rehearse here can compare to a real situation… Get away in the only goal.” Kaisa could see that all of the women standing in front of her were listening carefully. She looked across their knowing faces. Every single one of them knew what had happened to her… how could they not? The whole world knew. Yet they were here to learn from her anyway. She couldn’t let them down… their safety was her responsibility now.
“It’s frightening. The panic won’t go away… but all that is going to do for you is get you hurt. The single most important thing, hard as it is, is to try to be brave. As long as you’re afraid, your fears can be used against you. You’ll be afraid… but control your fear. You can’t let it control you. Be brave, and survive… then there’s nothing in this world that can stop you from living with no regrets. And kick their asses while you’re at it. She heard laughter from her students and used it to fight down the tiny panic attack that clawed at the back of her mind. For a long time, Kaisa had forgotten how it felt to stand in front of the public. Now that she was doing it again it was almost shocking how… exposed… she felt.
She took a deep breath and smiled to hide the discomfort. After this long it wasn’t bad anymore… but it was always there. It didn’t matter, though. She would win. “Alright. Get yourself a partner and practice the moves I showed you. Remember… it’s not about strength, it’s about concentrating that strength in a small place, and a short time.”
Kaisa stepped away from them, watching her students and only occasionally stepping in to correct them. The whole time her mind lingered on how far she had come. When she just got free she was afraid of everything, including coming out of her apartment. She would have a panic attack even if someone simply knocked on the door. Even out of captivity, her life had been miserable… it had taken her months to finally get angry enough at herself to realize that she was still a captive after all. The only difference now was that she was the only one keeping herself captive… she was the only one keeping herself locked up now, the one holding her back.
And she forced herself to change that.
Of course, one of the first things she had done was go to classes for self-defense. Learning things that would help her to stand up for herself was a must in a situation like hers. It hadn’t been too bad that the instructor was cute, either. A few months later, the former famous dancer was volunteering once a week to teach classes in self-defense… something she found far more fulfilling than she could have imagined a year ago.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Nick asked, walking closer to her. He couldn’t help but notice a slight frown on Kaisa’s face.
“It’s just…” she took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of her emotions. “I never thought I would go this far. That I will be free, that I will have all that I have now. It still feels like I could lose everything at any second.”
“Any one of us could. But you won’t,” he assured her, gripping one of her shoulders and giving her a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve come such a long way.”
Kaisa smiled and leaned against her teacher and friend for just a moment. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. And she was going to do everything in her power to keep it from happening to any of these women, either.
The speaker settled heavily onto the ground as Akali put it down, and she switched on the music. Around her on the street, people were already turning their heads in her direction, looking to see what was going on. Most had a disinterested look on their faces as if she were just another annoying kid playing music too loud. She smiled back at them, knowing that that would change soon.
She still felt nervous after not having been out of practice at this for so long… but she had to start from somewhere. The streets of the city she grew up in were a perfect stage for her performance. It was where she had started singing. Where she had made it big. And it was where she was going to start again. Akali closed her eyes, trying not to care, trying to forget there were spectators. It wasn’t easy. Nothing about being in public was easy anymore… but she’d faced these demons before. She would face them again. And again. And again.
As many times as it took.
She took a long breath and started rapping when the bass kicked in.
The words were easy. She’d never had a problem with expressing herself in the past and it was good to see that that hadn’t changed… verse after verse came easily to her lips as she got into her flow on the street. When Akali finally felt brave enough to open her eyes, she had already gathered a small crowd around her, listening to the words. She’d been recognized, obviously… but their excitement at seeing her, at hearing her, was uplifting. She smiled, feeding off of the energy they were giving her, using it to put more and more into the song herself. She was really getting into it.
That’s when she saw him.
He wasn’t part of the crowd itself, but he was lurking nearby… standing against one of the buildings, leering at her with a filthy smile on his face as he obviously undressed her with his eyes. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what was in his head… not when, to this day, people passed around videos of her on the dark web daily.
Akali refused to think about it, cutting the man out of her mind and keeping her attention on the music. This was who she was. This was always who she was. She wasn’t going to let some pervert stop that.
When the music finally stopped, she basked in the applause and excitement of the people who had stopped to hear her. Their compliments, their energy, made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t for years now. It was definitely worth it to forget about her fears and start to perform again. She gave the crowd a bow and signed a few quick autographs before she picked up the speaker again, taking the leash of the dog that had been loyally and patiently waiting right next to her.
“Good girl,” she said to the lab, petting her head and rubbing behind her ears. “You were so good. You deserve a treat, yes you do.” When she stood up to leave, however, that man was standing right in front of her now… the same dirty smile plastered across his face.
“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” he started slowly. Akali wanted to roll her eyes – an idiot would know where this was headed – but she if could avoid a confrontation she wanted to so the rapper remained silent. “Can’t quite put my finger on where… oh, right!” He leered. “You looked awfully cute with your mouth full of cock.”
Akali sighed. After Evelynn stopped… whatever… she had been doing to interfere with the process, the authorities had done their best to remove copies of those videos from the internet. They couldn’t be hosted on any legitimate site anymore, most peer-to-peer services had blacklisted them, and no forum off the deep web wouldn’t ban people for even asking for them… but nothing ever really went away on the internet, and even if it could be no one could erase the clips right out of someone’s memory. “I’m very proud of you!” Akali said with a smile.
His face twisted in confusion, and the start of anger. He was the sort of man for which one was almost always the other, she could tell. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“It’s a good thing you’re doing!” she insisted, looking him right in the eyes. “The first step in becoming a better person is admitting you have a problem. It’s a sign of your good progress that admitting you have an addiction to illegal porn isn’t something you’re too ashamed to do.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “How expensive of a whore are you these days?” he asked, baring his teeth. “How much would it cost me to fuck that tight ass of yours? Better not be more than a couple bucks… there’s no way it’s still that tight after all those men.”
Akali sneered at him, her eyes flicking down before they returned to her face. “I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t matter who you were with… with what you’re working with, it’s never going to feel like much more than throwing hotdogs down a hallway.”
He snarled. “You little bitch!” he snapped, stepping forward…
And her dog stepped into his way.
A rippling snarl cut the air as the lab bared all of its teeth a second before darting forward and snapping her mouth just inches away from the man’s knee, sending him stumbling backward in unexpected panic as her guardian interposed herself between the two of them. “Get her off me!” he said in fear when he saw that Akali wasn’t pulling the dog away. “Crazy bitches! The both of you are nothing but crazy bitches!” He scrambled away from her, all but tripping over himself in his eagerness to get away from Akali.
The rapper laughed, leaning down to stroke her dog’s head as she – as both of them – slowly calmed down and untensed from the potential fight. “Two crazy bitches, aren’t we, Soomin?” she said softly with a small smile… pulling out a dog treat out of her pocket and giving it to her. Her tail wagged happily, and Akali felt… safe. “Let’s go home, girl. It’s been a stressful day… and we’re going to do it again tomorrow.”
“Are you sure about this?” Ahri asked, looking over at Sera. “I really don’t want to waste my time on another useless meeting…”
Seraphine looked at the ceiling, trying to keep her cool. She knew why Ahri was nervous and agitated, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. Yes, reciting all their pain and trauma to endless lawyers wasn’t something she enjoyed but it was something that needed to be done. Funny thing: Even after you break free from being in captivity for years it wasn’t exactly a simple thing to get back to life as usual. There were a hundred things you had to handle to keep your life together. For starters, you should prove that you aren’t dead, even while you stand right in front of the clerk. That it’s you who owns your property. That you were indisposed for your taxes. Then, after you’ve done all of that, then maybe you can deal with someone who will help you take down the videos of you being raped as they repeatedly popped up on the internet.
“Yes, I’m sure. He promised it would be an easy case,” Seraphine said to her… then gave Ahri a soft kiss on the Korean girl’s her naked shoulder. “Don’t you trust me?”
Ahri rolled her eyes, a smile appearing on her face despite herself. “You know I do.”
It had been a long way for the two of them, and some parts of Ahri still couldn’t believe that she was here… in a warm bed, with a woman she barely knew just a year ago who meant more than anything for her now. She didn’t think she was ever going to escape… she didn’t think she was ever going to be able to trust anyone ever again. But instead of being alone and in misery, instead, she was… here.
Ever since they had escaped Evelynn the two of them had both been aware that there was… something… between them, some connection that she couldn’t describe with words, but was too afraid to look too far into. Ahri had her share of romance in the past, but after Evelynn, well… if anything could ever prove to her that she had awful taste in women then that was it. The first woman she had truly loved had put her and everyone she cared about through hell on Earth, and even if Seraphine had helped her to get out, even if she wasn’t a monster like Evelynn had been, Ahri was still wary. What if it would’ve turned into another round of pain and misery for her? What if she was wrong and Seraphine would turn out just like her ex if not worse?
She had tried to stay away for a while, but it wasn’t easy since they were meeting all the time to solve the new problems that were the consequence of their disappearance. The more Ahri saw of her the more she realized how deep in it she was for Seraphine. She was seeing nothing but kindness from her and yet something was holding her back, something that didn’t allow her to make the first step.
Thankfully, the other woman had taken care of that for her. Seraphine asked her out on a date, then another, and one more, until their relationship naturally morphed into something more. A few months later they were living together and Ahri had no idea how that happened.
“I don’t like you being this tense,” Seraphine said, nuzzling Ahri’s neck as her hands slowly moved down her body, over her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs. Ahri made a small sound of pleasure as she felt her fingers running over her soft slickness. “Let me help you…” It only took her a moment to have pulled the blanket off of both of them, pushing it to the side as the blue-haired woman settled between Ahri’s legs and leaned forward. “Let me take another taste, see if you’re as sweet as always…”
Ahri closed her eyes, feeling her girlfriend’s insistent tongue running through her folds. She put her hands in her blue hair, arching her back as the pleasure intensified. She didn’t hold back moans as she felt the same touch right against her clit, making her whole body burn.
“Yuuuuup,” Seraphine whispered right against Ahri’s wet entrance. “Just as sweet as ever.” She purred happily, a sensation that did interesting things with her lips against Ahri’s sensitive spots. “I want to feel you cum for me…”
Ahri smiled, knowing it wouldn’t be too long until Seraphine would accomplish exactly what she wanted with her tongue and her fingers. She was too damn good at it and it seemed almost unfair what kind of power she had over the blonde singer. It was… really something. Ahri didn’t know what benefits the succubus’s nature gave her here, but it didn’t really matter… what mattered was that she used it to awesome effect to overwhelm Ahri’s ability to hold herself back.
Later, when at last her hunger was finally satisfied, Seraphine came back up to give her lover a deep kiss and give Ahri a taste of her juices. Ahri, for her part, relaxed into the kiss in comfort. A year ago she wouldn’t have imagined that this could ever be her life again. That she would ever feel safe and loved by someone ever again, but here she was… in her own happy ending.
But on the darkest nights, Ahri still couldn’t help but wonder if Evelynn was going to come after them.
The sound of cracking bones filled the dismal basement as Evelynn’s hip broke, her legs spread far more open than they should naturally go. Her scream, however, was less than impressive… unsurprising, given how raw her throat was and how she’d already been screaming nonstop for hours. She still was, even if the sound was so ragged and croaking and soft that no one would have noticed. The attempt to scream still sent cum flowing out of her throat and over her chapped lips, dripping from her mouth onto her chest. The softness of the scream didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, of course – it burned like fire on the inside, just like her jaw that was broken a few hours before, and the arm that they broke this morning. Her arms were bound tight high above her head and were hooked to the ceiling, making sure that the only way she could stand was on her tiptoes… an agonizing position at the best of times.
And right now, as she was lifted into the air by two brutal men, was not the best of times.
“Fuck, her holes have been used hard,” one of them said, pushing two fingers inside Evelynn’s cunt and using it to scrape some of the cum violently out of her. She was red, burning, and aching from pain, and the worst part of him pressing into her was that despite the truth of his words and how much filth he was raking out of her she was still tight enough that being violently stretched out with each new cock was still a source of pain. She’d lost count of how many people had raped her today… let alone how many had used her since she was taken. The man spread her hole with his fingers, making her moan in pain and drop more of the cum from her mouth onto her chest even as his nails continued clawing against her sensitive, inflamed insides in a savage attempt to “clean” her.
“Maybe you should give her a break? Let those get nice and tight for us?” one of the men suggested.
Evelynn desperately nodded in agreement, no longer too proud to beg for it. That was the worst part to her: The utter and complete lack of the pride they had fucked right out of her over the last…
She didn’t even know.
It was hard for her to tell when one day ended and the next began. For that matter, while she knew she’d need to serve dozens more men before the sun went down, she would only have the vaguest idea of when that was – she hadn’t been out of this one basement room in the entire time since she had been taken. She didn’t get to see the outside. The sun was only a distant memory – In the same way that she still knew there had once been a time when her rare sleep wasn’t interrupted by waking up with a cock in her every hole and feeling grateful that there weren’t more of them, with each passing trauma it was harder and harder to remember such simple things, or that she had even had a past life. Once, she had been something proud. She remembered that. Now, though, she was downgraded to nothing but a piece of fuckmeat, used by those who had once served her and the men they sold her to.
Evelynn couldn’t move in her bondage. Couldn’t resist. She had been naked besides whatever bondage they put her in since she had been taken, always naked, always vulnerable. Every part of her showed signs of hard use… her skin was covered in bruises and discoloration from where they had broken things beneath the skin, and she had plenty of scratches and welts across the surface. Her big tits were glazed with sticky white cumshots and her rich white hair was matted and stuck down to her head by almost invisible sticky spunk against the white background. It had been at least a hundred rapes since the last time she had been hosed down. At least. It might have been twice as many for all she knew… The men had been raping her for hours her body was slick and sticky and shiny with sweat and jizz and blood and piss and tears as she hung slack and useless in her restraints.
“Slut doesn’t need a break,” the other man laughed. “She needs more cum inside to lube her up. Isn’t that right, whore?”
Evelynn whimpered. In her darkest nightmares, the succubus never would have thought that she could be enslaved like this. The sheer process of being kept like this, lusted after like this, should have inevitably resulted in her freedom. The men holding her captive, however, had figured her out… or someone had told them what to do. If she spent all of her time healing from injuries, if she wasn’t allowed to sleep, if she constantly had to recover from their brutality, then she would be using up that lustful energy as quickly as she accumulated it. Her lashers had grown back since the first time they had been cut from her body, but the blades never had been allowed to form again… any time there was even a hint of sharpness they cut the ends off again. Her sharp nails had gone the same way… like a declawed cat her fingers were shorter now, cut off just above the last knuckle. Her bones were routinely broken, and a string of men used her twenty-four hours a day… she had been taken to be the star of some dark, underground brothel where her captors found men happy to vent any of their darkest fantasies on a woman who could survive it. A famous woman from the most popular piece of porn ever made. A dominant, uppity bitch they could break on their fists and knives and whips and cocks.
Not that there was much of that woman left, now. Evelynn had cum all over her face, thicker than she had ever had makeup. She had swallowed enough cum in the last few days that she looked almost pregnant, her belly actually bulging… and that was actually a relief to the woman. At least it wasn’t empty like they sometimes kept it for days on end… sickeningly, she was grateful to get at least some nutrition, even if it was in such a filthy form.
“Mercy…” she whispered, weakly. “Just please… be gentle with me…”
Her words weren’t heard. She knew that. Or maybe they were and were just ignored, like many times before. They didn’t even prepare her, didn’t give her a moment to take a breath before both men penetrated her at the same time from the front and the back.
“I think I took too much out… slut is dry as hell,” said the one raping her cunt. “What’s the matter whore? Don’t you like getting your pussy fucked all day long?”
“Just push harder,” the other one said. His sock was already buried deep inside Evelynn’s ass, making everything inside her burn from the unwanted intrusion. He was big, too… She could well imagine from dismal experience how much he was going to hurt once he started pounding her.
“You right,” the man laughed. “And if her cunt rips for me, then I can always pretend I’m raping a virgin, can’t I?”
Both men laughed, and Evelynn started whimpering and moaning in pain. The sounds she made were only helping her rapists, making them turn on even more and she at the very least hoped that they would finish fast.
It didn’t happen.
Evelynn sobbed out broken tears as her holes were pillaged. Behind her, her rapist’s hands came down hard on her ass cheeks, smacking both her reddening cheeks harder and harder and timing each spank to coincide with the thrust of their cock up her ruined ass… like he was on a mission to make sure the brutalized little rapedoll hanging from the dark room knew how little he thought of her. “I still can’t believe how much better this place has gotten since they found this perfect little spunk sponge to stick down here.”
The degraded former Popstar Queen panted and shuddered in her misery as the hard cocks of her rapists thundered in and out of her body, the sounds of their hips smacking against her and their balls swinging and hitting her sweating, suffering body filled the room with vulgar and wet noises. She screamed occasionally as their brutal actions ground against her broken hip, but once again her raw throat made it a pathetic little croak. “You’ll speak when we let you, cumrag!” one of the men mocked.
“Is the set of holes too loud for you? We need to shut her up?” the other man asked.
“Nah. She’s hot when she’s trying to scream,” he answered with a smile.
He was true to his word too. He clearly enjoyed the weak sobbing, suffering noises she made near him as the two men raped her. Each time he forced a grunt or a sob of pain from the bound succubus he seemed to thrill in it and use it to fuck her harder, and the only thing Evelynn could do was hang there between them in her restraints and take the brutal pounding like a cheap whore.
Evelynn was exhausted and in pain and didn’t feel like she could take anymore… but that was normal for her now. It would have felt almost wrong if she wasn’t like that. Once a long time ago, when she had only been here for a few days… or weeks… months maybe?… Evelynn had wondered if it was possible to be raped to death. Not to be deliberately killed… just to be fucked so much she just fell to pieces. By now, however, she had found out the hard way that, for her, it was not. She took thrust after body-shaking thrust up her ruined holes, thick sticky cum pooling beneath her as it leaked out of her around their cocks, and the whole time their lust for her, their brutal desires, feed her just enough energy to keep healing the damage they did. Keep her tight for them. Stop them from shattering her hip further. Every brutalization, every slap and punch of thrust that jerked her body around and forced another pathetic sound from her lips made it harder to remember that the cum-glazed rape toy in the basement had ever been anything else, had ever been something worth fearing. That all she had ever needed was to be treated like the worthless whore she really was to put her in her place. That became harder and harder for Evelynn to deny in her head with every passing second.
“Come on, bitch,” the man in front of her growled before he drew his fist back and punched her in the face. They loved doing that. Her teeth, like her other injuries, kept growing back over time but she had long lost count of how many she had been made to swallow. Some other men enjoyed knocking one out and keeping it as a trophy on each of their visits to this brutality-whore. “Wake up! Put some effort in! Show us how much you like it!”
Evelynn, her legs so obscenely stretched that her hips were broken, couldn’t really do anything. All she could do was try to squeeze her holes, and her spasming body was already doing that. Instead, she just blubbered a never-ending stream of self-deprecating invective, about what a whore she was, about how she was only good for raping. The words encouraged them to own her pussy and asshole even harder, and seeing her so helpless and weak was everything the men needed to finish. She would have actually cried in relief when they came and their hot loads gushed inside of her, torching her sensitive, torn walls…
Except it didn’t mean a break. It didn’t mean anything was over. It just meant it was the next man’s turn.
Evelynn whimpered softly as the man slowly pulled his cock out of her gaped-wide ass and gave her another hard slap on her behind. “That was a nice fuck,” he said with a grin. His buddy pulled out the same way, and cum once again began to drip out of her holes and only her suddenly limp bare feet beneath her as she was released to swing from her bonds, drooling from all 3 of her holes and making soft, weak little broken noises. “You want another turn with the whore?”
The other man took a good look at her. “Nah, man. I think we broke this bitch. I’ll come back tomorrow, and see if her holes have gotten any tighter again.”
His friend laughs. “Sounds like a plan, man.” They stepped back, opened the door, and Evelynn got a brief glimpse of a never-ending line outside her door… there to abuse her around the clock. A few more men stepped forward before the door closed behind them, already circling her, trying to position themselves to get better access to her holes. To use her like the living fleshlight she was.
The door clicked shut.
The men smiled.
And another round of the rest of Evelynn’s life began.
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