This is a work of fantasy. The author doesn't condone real rape and believes it to be a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you feel incapable to distinguish reality from Fantasy, this is not suitable for you.
Masquerade
Angela smoothed down her dress and fixed her face mask. It was so strange wearing this again, but five years after the pandemic, the hottest club in town the puzzle palace was throwing a "masquerade". There would be no admittance without wearing a face mask at all times. And while Angela usually hadn't had a problem getting admitted to clubs, her face matched her name quite well, the mask would make that harder. So to save herself some embarrassment at the entrance, she had chosen her dress, to display her other attributes to full advantage. After all what did it matter if this dress had such a plunging neckline, or that the hem barely covered her but, nobody was going to recognize her wearing the mask anyhow. And her long slender legs were in her own opinion one of her finer assets. A quick glance to her text messages confirmed that her best friend Jessica would meet her at the club in about 15 minutes.
Angela got out of her cab and shivved to the doorman, ignoring the line of waiting guests entirely. It was her experience that people lining up like sheep for entrance, rarely got in. After all most clubs still followed the practice of trying to get as many attractive women inside as possible, believing that would attract more paying male customers. It was the same logic that told Angela, that if she had to actually pay for more than one drink tonight she was slipping.
The door manager smiled at her in obvious approval, apparently the theme of the night was not including the staff. "Good evening, I assume you are familiar with the procedure?"
Angela nodded and moved to a little table. In an effort to keep drunk or stoned guests out of the club, the owner had made it mandatory that each guest completed a quick 9 part puzzle. Something so childishly simple, that really only somebody under the influence or complete imbecile wouldn't manage. There was a debate among guests, if they had come up with this test or the name puzzle palace first. Dealing quickly with the obstacle, she accepted the offered coupon for a free cocktail and walked right into the palace.
The beat of the music enveloped her, and as always she was amazed by the visual opulence of the place. The interior designer had created a huge cavernous hall around the central dance floor, surrounding it by a multitude of cozy booths looking as if they had been snatched out of an oriental palace. Seating was offered on two levels, with the upper level being something of a VIP area. Angela had been invited up there only once. The main bar was shaped like a gigantic jigsaw puzzle piece, making use of the very advantageous ratio of space occupied and circumference of the bar. Knowing that this was likely the best place to find Jessica, this was were she directed her step towards. She made good progress due tot he fact that the place was only beginning to fill, in an hour she would have to shove her way through the crowd.
Arriving at the bar she saw Jessica, even with the face mask in place this couldn't be anybody else, the long shoulder-length red tresses, the very slim almost boyish figure, in the long sleeved green party dress. It didn't matter how hot it was, Jessica always wore long sleeves. Jessica was in conversation with a broad shouldered man wearing a white linen suite with a black shirt, which was unbuttoned just far enough to still be classy. His complexion was swarthy, and he clearly cultivated the image of the latin lover to the extreme. She approached Jessica unseen from behind, tipping on her shoulder. "Hey Pixie!"
Jessica whirled around, eyes wide with a manic glee, throwing her arms around her in a tight embrace.
"So good to see you bean stalk."
Angela was of perfectly average height, but Jessica stood only up to five foot two, and that in 5 inch heels. The height disparage had always been good for some friendly banter.
With the greeting out of the way, Jessica proceeded to introduce Angela to her friend Ramon. Ramon was extremely charming, and full of polite courtesy towards Angela. Being extremely attentive towards her. Angela wondered if Jessica had warned him, that he wasn't her type, or if she had conveniently forgotten to mention it. It wasn't past Jessica to have a nice evening on somebody else's cost. What men dind't get was that, with Jessica they had a fifty-fifty chance, and with Angela exactly zero. She generally preferred the company of women, but she didn't begrudge Jessica that she was much more open on that topic.
"Shall we go?"
Angela looked at Ramon, noticing that she hadn't really listened to what he had talked about.
Seeing her questioning gaze, he repeated "I have a booth reserved. Upstairs. I'm afraid if we don;t go there now the champagne is going to turn warm." She thought he was smiling, but the mask covering his face hid that, and the smile never reached his eyes.
Angela and Jessica nodded and followed Ramon, up the broad stair case to the upper floor. Where they found the assigned booth already occupied by to more men. Ramon introduced them as his nephew Esteban and a business associate Carlos. The men had waited here to ensure that nobody was squatting in their booth. Both were well dressed, and looked to be in very good shape.
The five settled down and began drinking the iced champagne, talking about trivial things. At one point Esteban asked Angela if she wanted to dance and Jessica gave her a push telling that she knew she wanted to.
They moved to the dance floor where they joined the crowd contorting themselves to the rhythm of the music. She loved dancing, loved how the beat of the music, went straight into her body. Angela never did things by half, so there was very soon a very thin sheen of sweet coating her skin.
Angela was mentally giving Esteban some plus points as being a pretty good dancer, especially since his eyes wandered only half of the time to her cleavage or ass. When his hand found her ass, a quick slap on the wrist discouraged him from further attempts. Trying once wasn't a foul in her book, but trying again would see him in trouble. After a few more songs Angela stopped and told Esteban, that she would be back in a few more minutes.
She quickly moved back to their table and signaled to Jessica that it was time for a bath room break.
"I thought it was a cliche that women only go in groups to the bathroom" Ramon joked
"As in any good cliche, there is some truth to it. We'll be right back." Angela replied laughing.
They made their way to the bath rooms, which for some reason only existed on the ground floor, some VIP section this was. Angela finished fist and was waiting for Jessica outside wondering why the hallway in front of rest rooms always had to be so dimly lit. Suddenly she felt a strong arm grabbing her from behind around the waist. While another was pressing on her mouth, dragging her deeper into the dark hallway, to a steel door on the outside wall. The door was pushed open by another man and cold night air engulfed her as they dragged her outside. As the door fell shut all she could hear any longer were the noises of the nearby highway.
Angela fought with all her strength against her attacker, who had changed his hold on her mouth for a hold on her breast, ripping at the neckline, until he held her naked breast in his hand. Apparently not satisfied with that, he worked at it until she was entirely bare chested. He entirely ignored her protests, and invectives. The curses she threw at him, had about the same effect has her punches.
The second man grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her along until she was draped over a metal trash can, her naked breasts pressing against the cold and filthy metal. She felt her legs being kicked apart roughly, a hand held her down by the neck, while the other hand moved the hem of her dress up, revealing the black thong panties. the man grabs them and rips them of her body. She hears a zip being pulled down, and she starts pleading. Begs them not to rape her. Tears already streaming down her face.
The only answer she gets is, the hardness of his erection, poking at her entrance. Then the head being positioned, between her labia, before being driven home with great force. The hard metal of the trash can hurt her stomach, as he speared her unprepared vagina. The howl of pain, is equally unheard as her earlier calls for help.
It's not the fist time she had sex with a man, but this isn't sex, this isn't about both of the feeling good about it. No this is rape, they don't need her to feel good, all this man wants is satisfaction for his own lust. He doesn't care about warm, witty and smart Angela, he doesn't even care about the sexy, curvy, mischievous Angela. No for him all Angela is good for is as life support for her cunt. His cunt, the hole he can use for his own pleasure, no need or concern for Angela. She screams, he doesn't care. All he cares for is the warmth and tightness around his cock. He fucks her raw, he doesn't care, all he cares for is enjoying every stroke inside that tight orifice. With each stroke Angela dies a bit more inside, until she feels the dreaded moment when he comes inside her. Coating her insides with his sticky seed.
He withdrew, and Angela could feel his cum leaking out of her battered sex. Sudden;y she feels some cloth gently wiping along her vagina, wiping away all the cum. The man steps away, she hears a blast of music, somebody must have opened the steel door again, another man arrived on the scene, and she hears her former attacker leave. But the man holding her arms, doesn't let go of her and she hears another zipper coming down.
Ramon had a last look at the scene, Ernesto was going to enjoy this, he was sure of that, it might be sloppy second, but with such a tight pussy, he would appreciate the lubrication. He returned to the booth where a dejected Jessica waited.
"Are we even?" she asked in a very quiet voice.
"Almost."
Ramon stepped towards her, and pulled down her face mask. "Open up!"
Jessica obeyed shivering. Ramon reached into his pocket and produced a small ball of black cloth, which he stuffed into her mouth. "Just so that you remember how you paid your debts tonight." Then he moved the mask back into place.
"What you are tasting here is the combined flavor of your friends cunt juices and my cum. I want you to go down on the dance floor for ten songs, and dance your ass off. After that you can go looking for her. I'm pretty sure Esteban will be done with her by then. Most likely Carlos as well, with some luck he doesn't care for her, after all they are both queer. Now go!"
Tears of shame and desperation ran down Jessica's face. She had a drug problem, and Ramon was her supplier, last month he had demanded the money she had owed him. Money she didn't have, she had pleaded with him, to allow her more time, she had offered her body to him, but he had laughed in her face telling her, they all had fucked her before, there was no value to her offer. They had told her the way she looked they couldn't make up what she owed them, by whoring her out either. It was Esteban who had remembered Angela. Or as he had called her that hot bitch, thinking herself to good for men. They had struck a deal with her, she delivered Angela to them, and the would forget about her debt.
Tonight she had payed, or more precisely her best friend was paying. The bitter taste in her mouth were not the foul panties alone.
the End.
