This is a work of fiction, the author does not condone rape and believes it to be a heinous crime and deserving of being punished by the full extent of the law. this is a fantasy, if you can't distinguish between fantasy and reality, you lack the maturity to read the following story.
Tilt the kilt
they grabbed her after her shift at The Kilt, she was walking tiredly to her beat up Toyota. Despite it being a summer shivered a bit in the cool night air. Her Uniform consisting of the short tartan skirt, tied white blouse and tartan bra, was far too flimsy to adequately protect against the cool night air in Beaverton, OH. But then again it wasn’t protecting from a lot at all,it didn’t protect from lecherous stares or wandering hands during her working hours. It had always frustrated her to no end that she had to wear this ridiculous outfit, it was as her boss had explained entirely up to her how much cleavage she showed, but he had also pointed out that tips by customers were entirely voluntary as well. And without the tips, she would make more money flipping burgers at any fast food place. And she couldn’t afford to live on that kind of money.
But all of this became immaterial as she felt a pair of strong hands grabbing her by the shoulders and effortlessly lifting her off her feet, just to throw her unceremoniously through the open door of a delivery van. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs, and as she tried to scream for help another hand was closing around her throat muffling any sound coming out of her mouth. She started to struggle, only to feel multiple hands closing around her wrists and ankles, before pulling them away from her body. She fought like a wildcat but, no matter how much resistance she was willing to give, the hand shutting of her air supply limited the time she could do something availing her nothing, before she passed out.
Moonlit shone gently on the small growth of pine trees, giving the scenery a lovely silvery look. The trees belonged to a Christmas tree farm and the next inhabited building was miles away. Overall it would be the perfect spot for a romantic getaway. But nothing could be further form Deanna’s mind as she slow regained consciousness. She found herself leaning against a tree with her hands tied above her head to a young tree. Each of her ankles were tied to other young trees which had been bend over and fixed to the ground. At the moment Deanna was sitting quite normally, despite the fact that she had to keep her legs slightly splayed. To her immense relief she was still wearing her uniform, but as her eyes grew more accustomed to dim light, she saw that she was not alone, there were three more men standing around.
From her low perspective on they ground they all seemed to tower over her, broad shoulders, the hair shaved to a short stubble.
“Ah the lass is finally awake” a man with a very heavy Scottish brogue proclaimed.
Deanna twisted her head and turned to the speaker, a man in his early fifties, powerfully built but not as brutish as the other two. He wore jeans and a sports jacket over a casual shirt.
“Please sir, what do you want from me?” she asked pleadingly
“You are going to bring a message to your boss, my wee lass. I have told him multiple times to stop using the honorable colors of clan MacEachan, but he refuses to listen to reason. Now I will send the message in a way he will understand.” The man turned to his goons and said “lads get the tartan of the slut, now!”
With an ominous snick sound two switch blades appeared in the hand of the two brutes. One grabbed the short checkered shirt and ripped it off completely, not needing his blade at all. Revealing a pair of shocking pink bikini panties.
The other man, completely ignored Deanna’s struggling and pleading and began untying the knot of her white blouse, after which he inserted the sharp blade between the quivering globes of her breasts, and severed the fabric of the checkered bra. Relieved from the hold of the garment Deanna’s breasts plummeted into visibility. The dark aerolae well visible in the moon light against the pale flesh of her breasts. Two quick cuts took care of the shoulder straps and the man stepped back observing the results of his handiwork.
“Look at those tits” the Scot said “ perhaps our wee lass isn’t so wee after all.” He began to grope them unashamed.
“Why me?” Deanna asked trying to look human to them.
“Do you think we targeted you especially? Don’t kid yourself, you were the last to leave, you were alone on the parking lot and you have the necessary qualifications I’m just glad it’s you, since I like gingers.”
“What qualifications?” stammered Deanna.
“Two actually, you work at The Kilt and you have a cunt. Speaking of which, let’s see it.”
Deanna was shocked by what she was hearing, but she became scared stiff, as she felt the knife blade slide between the fabric of her panties and her skin. A quick flick and the garment hung down ruined, revealing the view on two luscious lips surrounding the moist, coral flesh inside her.
“Ach god lass, I know this Beaverton, but you could do a bit more for yourself.” The Scot roughly grabbed her by the thick red curls, forming a dense triangle on her pubic mound. Deanna whimperd with fear.
“Lass, I run whores in Glasgow, and let me tell you they are all in better shape than you down there. I run a tight ship, and don’t shy away from personal inspection. Now this muff has to go.”
“No please ...” she couldn’t say more before she was cut off.
“Shut up. I don’t want to heat another word out of your mouth. Jevgeni take care of that nest please.”
The next 5 minutes were among the most humiliating in Deanna’s young life, as the man, Jevgeni, squatted between her legs, and started to scrape of her pubes with his switch blade until there was only some stubble and a lot of irritated skin left.
“I think it’s time for the next stage” the Scot proclaimed and started counting
“One”
“two”
“three”
At three both brutes cut the straps that held the 2 young trees down, and they rapidly sprang back into their original position. Deanna screamed as her ankles followed the movement, and stretched her legs obscenely wide.
Deanna tried desperately to regain her modesty and close her legs, but the trees always snapped back, and forced them apart again. With tears streaming down her face she pleaded with her abductors to please let her go. Instead of replying to her pleas, the Scot rifled through her purse, until he found her phone. She was glad that it was locked and she certainly wouldn’t help him getting into it.
“This is a night to make memories, and I think it would be fun to have some visual reminders. You don’t mind me using your phone for it.”
“Fuck you, shit head.” was her only response.
“Oh my lass, you are wrong on so many counts here. For example you believe I can’t do anything with your phone. But this seems to be one of those new models with face recognition, and you are too much of an air head not to use the feature. Let me show you why this makes a phone less safe not more so.”
Kneeling down next to her he lined the camera lens up with her face and pressed the start button. The light went on illuminating her face and with a cheerful chime the phone unlocked. Deanna’s face turned into a mask of despair.
“Smile my dear you are going to be in the movies.” And with that the Scot activated the camera, and pointed the light onto her face. Illuminating the pretty oval face framed with light red shoulder length hair. The light reflected from her glasses, so he took them off and threw them careless over his shoulder, having now a much better view off her blue tear filled eyes. He prodded her full lips and cupped her chin.
Despite her limited capability to see, Deanna was able to follow his progress based on were the light was pointing. And at the moment it was pointed right at her naked breasts. No amount of pleading could stop him groping them, twisting her nipples and having in general a good time recording her tits in format filling video.
When he grew bored with that he moved down, not stopping until her reached the stubbly area of her mons, that used to be hidden under her red pelt. He extended his finger and traced down the line to her sex. While he had been afraid of her teeth when playing with her upper lips, he didn’t hesitate for a second here. Without the slightest concern for her he plunged a finger all the why into the dryness of her folds, being rewarded with a scream of discomfort. He felt that was worth a further treat for her and forced a second finger into her, squirming and struggling to no avail.
With two fingers firmly lodged into her pussy he began to move them apart spreading the outer lips, and getting a great view inside her. A view so far had been reserved for her gynecologist, was captured on video, labia spread far, her clitoral hood fully on display, and he started to rub that little bud vigorously. Until it stiffened and became much more visible, after a few minutes of fingerfucking Deanna’s body began to react in its natural way. At this point the Scot withdrew his fingers, now liberally coated in her juices. Bringing up the finger and camera up to her face and smearing the liquid under her nose.
“I think you should smell your cunt as much as possible my dear. It’s all you are good for, creaming yur cunt for whoever sticks something inside.”
Deanna refused to be goaded, but the tears streamed down her face.
“Not in the mood for conversation? No? The let’s have a look what’s behind door no 2.”
And with that he focused his interest as well as the light between her legs, using his shoulders to support her knees and push them upward until her cute ass lifted off the ground.
As he began to prod between her cheeks, for the little puckered opening, Deanna became frantic.
“No please, don’t touch me there. This is wrong please don’t touch me there.”
“Where? Here?” with those words he pushed his index finger inside her feeling her sphincter clutching around his second knuckle. In his opinion this was not satisfactorty and despite the howl of pain from her he pushed further until the whole finger was inside her rectum.
“Why dear, do you want to tell me nobody has put anything up there before?” he said mockingly.
“No never, this is dirty I never let anybody touch me there.”
“I can understand that, but I think it’s time fore a new experience for you. “ He handed the phone to his henchman and said “You are now the cameraman, I recommend focusing on her face for the big moment, later you can film as you like.”
With the light shining right into her eyes Deanna couldn’t see anything that was happening, but she felt the movement between her legs and heard a zipper being pulled down. Suddenly feeling something warm and rigid pressing against the folds of her pussy, did she misunderstand the man, but being just raped would be so much preferable to the alluded sodomy. The Scott didn’t waste any more time with foreplay and just drove into her pussy with uncaring force. The little lubrication from his earlier manipulation helped but wasn’t enough to maker her feel torn up. After 2 quick strokes he proclaimed himself lubed up and ready for the main attraction. He rapidly withdrew and pressed his rigid cock against her virginal anus.
For the next minute Deanna screamed without interruption, the Scott actually eased his cock fairly slowly into her, but without proper lubrication, preparation and relaxation it felt to her like being impaled on a tree stump.
Once he was settled inside her he began to move, and her fearful clenching of her muscles only enhanced his pleasure. Even fucking a virgin cunt had never felt so good to him. Completely unsurprising he only lasted a few minutes before spraying the inside of her bowels with his hot seed.
With a grunt of satisfaction he withdrew from her and got up enough to reach her breast and wiped his cock on it, leaving a reddish brown streak on it.
After he got dressed again, he told his goons that they could now use her as they pleased. And it pleased them a lot. They mainly concentrated on fucking her pussy, but per an unspoken agreement between them they didn’t cum inside her, not wanting to give the other sloppy seconds. They found creative ways to decorate her stomach and breasts with more stains, and each of them wiped his dick clean on her face.
Finally Jevgeni broke the routine and shot his last load inside her, knowing this was the last fuck after all. He grabbed her discarded panties and pushed them partly into her dripping sex, so they hung down like a banner between her splayed thighs.
It was a pitiful view, and they took another picture. The Scott started to type on the phone and when he was finished he showed her the results. It was that last picture of her, cum stained naked and tied to the trees, bearing the caption “hanging out at Addam’s Christmas trees, having the fun of my life, cum, join me!”. Deanna was terrified as she saw that he had posted it with her facebook account. Her 1000+ friends would see her like this. After a short pause, he told her he would include the video as well, and she would surely have many more friends by tomorrow.
“And now listen closely my wee little lass. Tell your boss to stop using the Colors of the MacEachan clan or we will take care of his wife and daughters next.” He then turned to Jevgeni “She still looks to haughty, cut off the remaining hair.”
With absolute terror, but past any screaming, Deanna saw her lovely red hair being cut of close to the scalp and falling to the ground. Except for the lock that stuck to the cum on her chest.
And then they left her alone, and broken.
The End
