Sally’s two weeks

So this is an actual non-consensual sex story. With non-consensual sex that stays that way. In my fantasy mind I love rape and torture and I hate fucking stories that say they have rape and toruture but, come up short. So here is a story that has pain, torture, and non-consensual sex. And as long as I am writing it, it will stay that way.


Sally’s two weeks

She was so hot. And she knew it too. Thought the high school janitor as he watched the stupid little twat prancing down the hall. But, not for long. He knew the plan, they always had a plan. Every year all of the male teachers and some of the female ones at the school, even the administration, would choose a young cunt and make her their new slut. Holding daily torture sessions for even the smallest mistakes and using her as a peice of meat only to be fucked and tortured

They had already put their plan into action for this years slave. They had sent her a letter at the end of the summer telling her lies of a wonderful two week trip out of state to visit some of the most prestigious institutions in the nation. It was a completely free trip that she had won from previous academic achievements and recommendations from her teachers and administration. Little did she know that it was all a lie.

She would really be spending the two weeks locked up in a dungeon hidden down in the basement of the school being fucked, tormented, degraded, tortured, and ultimately transformed. He licked his lips. What a fun two weeks they will be.

Sally entered room 204. She looked around the room; it was empty. Hmmm she thought, holding the information sheet in the light more tryin to read the instructions, I thought the other people would have been here before me. It said 6:00 AM Saturday, August 9th. To meet-up for depature at the airport. She looked at her watch 6:10. It was strange, but she shrugged it off and sat down in the desk to wait. She wasn’t the only student going on the trip, was she? The letter didn’t make it out to be that big of an honor to go. She sat back and hummed to the music buzzing in her ear from the iPod.

A few minutes later a teacher briskly walked into the room. “Hello there I’m Mr. Taylor, you must be sally.” He said conspicuously eying her body. “You ready for the weeks of a lifetime?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Sally Responds, “Sounds like, it will be fun…”

Mr. Taylor smiled moving closer to the girl, “More ‘fun’ then you could ever imagine.” Another teacher was sneaking up behind her, not that it mattered how sneakily they did it, the moment she had opened that letter she had no chance of escape. Suddenly the other teacher pulled a bag over the girls head, she screamed in suprise. Mr. Taylor quickly kicked her viciously hard in the head, “Shut the fuck up, no one can hear you and your damn scream is so annoying.” He yelled. Hitting her again and again with his foot until she fell silent. Certain she had passed out from the blows the man picked her lifeless body up and carried it towards the dungeon.

The basement was incredibly high-tech. To any person walking in it would look like a very small unorganized storage area. But, the teachers of course knew what was hidden behind the mess. Dragging the girl along the floor the men moved to the back of the room. Pushing aside few boxes and finding a button hidden behind a shelf they opened the door to the dungeon.

The room was lit up brightly. It was made completely out of hard concrete from the ceiling to the floors and had no natural light from the sun. On the far wall were iron straps to hold a prisoner securely and tightly. A well as a cold metal table with similar straps to bond the victim. Aligning the walls were tools shelfs covered in different torture instruments. And several high-tech fucking, exercising, and torture machines were placed about the room. They lifted the girl and carried her to the cold metal table and once placed on top the table the iron straps snapped tight on her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. The teachers proceeded by ripping off all of her clothes. “She won’t need these anymore,” One of the men laughed viciously pulling the blouse off of her torso.

Sally awoke only a few hours later. Chilled from her bare skin on the cold metal table, blinded from a piece of fabric tied around her head, and silenced from a large rubber gag in her mouth; she was helpless. She began struggling and muffles escaped around the gag. “I see our little fuck girl is awake.” Mr. Taylors voice said. “Welcome to your two week trip of fun and education.” He laughed. Pulling off his trousers and moving towards the girl with his pulsating cock at hand. All of the teachers and administration had extremely large fuck tools.