Bad End

While writing stories at CHYOO.com, I realized that I enjoyed writing the 'bad' endings to my bondage stories more than the other parts. So, I'm writing a new Bad End short story series, with each chapter relaying the sad fate of a new heroine. Subject matter includes rape, bondage, slavery, lesbianism, and some incest. Not very cheerful stuff.

Bad End
Ending #1
The True Valedictorian
By Razor7826

So this is how life as I know it ends.

I haven’t truly slept in what feels like weeks, the men here constantly interrupting the brief moments of shut-eye to rape and violate my body. I spend every moment of every day collared and chained to the wall of a stone and metal dungeon, arms bound behind my back with leather wrist cuffs. I’ve long since been trained away from trying to bite down on any stray penises, since the one attempt led to a severe beating that I dare not repeat. While I may be filled with malice for my assailants, my behavior is still tempered by dread that things could be worse.

I, Natalie Tweed, should have known better than to mess with Sarah Sloan. A total shark, we battled it out for over three years to see who would be the valedictorian. More than once she pulled ahead with an extra A+ on her report card, trumping my traditional A’s. None if it made sense, though. Her work was no better than mine, nor were her test scores, by both my judgment and that of everyone else in my class.

Sarah Sloan was the stereotypical prim and proper upper-class temptress, the sole heir to the vast fortune of her elderly father and deceased mother. While clearly devoted to her school work, nobody respected her intelligence. I, on the other hand, was the nerdy genius type. Rarely a class period went by that I didn’t have my nose in an extracurricular book, knowing that even if I didn’t pay attention I could get the grades I needed. The honest truth was, that, until I started applying to colleges, I didn’t really care about my GPA, my minimal effort existing only to appease my parents. I wasn’t even particularly social. While I had a nice white complexion and lithe body, I always hid it behind comfortably sweat shirts and the such, valuing comfort over style.

My academic outlook changed as a stared down the huge financial burden of higher education. The beginning of my senior year was marked by obsessive compulsive tendencies on everything that pertained to school work. Frequent all-nighters, a shunned social life, and a total disregard for the things I used to love were the prices I had to pay to cover those last few grade points.

Yet still Sarah Sloan bested my GPA. How was that possible? I was way smarter than her, and far more capable of producing great work, something that was proven over and over and over. Something was not adding up.

So, I began to pry, a mistake that would cost me both my freedom and my innocence. I followed her, asked around. Nobody thought anything was suspicious about her achievements but me.

Eventually the following paid off. One night in February I was at the school library late, finishing up research for an English paper. On the way out to my car, I noticed that Sarah’s car was still there. What could this mean? She had no reason to be here this late, so I decided to look around.

A few minutes into my search, I saw Sarah walking down the deserted hallway, heading for the main office. Her back was turned to me, but I could recognize her meticulous hair from a mile away. I followed her, making sure she never noticed me. Looking around, she entered the main office and knocked on the Principal Sola’s door. The door unlocked and opened up, and Sarah disappeared behind the door before it locked shut. Things were starting to get interesting.

I quickly made my way to the door, where I crouched down and put cupped my ear against the wood. On the other side, I could hear slurping noises, and as I began to understood the secret to Sarah’s success, I let out an audible gasp. Realizing my mistake, I covered my mouth, but it was too late- the mistake had sealed my fate. The slurping noises stopped at the door opened. In front of me stood the principal, hastily dressed, his shirt untucked.

“Ms. Tweed, what do you think we are doing? Are you trying to spy on us?” Principal Eric Sola was an intimidating man. Tall, dark well-kept hair, and in his early thirties, he rose through the administrative system on the strength of his no bull-shit attitude. I looked down and saw Sarah peeking up from the other side of the principal’s desk, her bare shoulders telling her tale. “Why don’t you come in. We need to have a little talk.” He then grabbed my arm and helped me up, though he showed no aversion to being a little rough with me.

Inside the office, Sarah was busy redressing, trying her best to stay out of sight. Fumbling around out of site, she eventually realized that there was no use attempting to hide what they were doing. As was my usual approach, I decided to just be up front about what I knew and what I was going to do with that information. “I know you two were having sex, and I’m not going to keep it a secret. Now I know how her grades ended up higher than mine.” I turned to the door and started to leave, but the principal grabbed me by my collar and yanked me back into his office.

“Shit! Why the hell did you have to go and say all that? Sarah, what should we do?”

The pampered princess finished putting her clothes back on and smiled at her illicit lover. “Some business associates of my father would love to work with a girl like her. Let me place a few phone calls while I organize things.” She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed one of the numbers in her phonebook. Meanwhile, the principal held each of my wrists so hard they hurt.

“What are you doing, Dr. Sola? Don’t make things worse than they already are!” I yelled, sounding like a shameless do-gooder. He merely smiled back at me.

“I believe you are the one that should be worrying about how bad things can get.” What he said started to get me worried. What were they planning to do with me? Obviously they were none too happy with my honesty. I tried screaming for help, but Dr. Sola merely removed my right shoe, took off my sock, and then crammed it into my mouth. I continued to struggle, but the futility quickly became apparent and I gave up, instead waiting for a more opportune moment to attempt escape.

Within fifteen minutes, Sarah’s friends showed up, a group of men all in their twenties. Their leader, a bald Italian man, asked Sarah what they wanted to do with me. “Take her to the factory. Use her as a cum dump for all eternity, as far as I care. As long as she spends the rest of her life in misery and can never relay what she saw her today, I don’t give a damn.” The men smiled as they took me away. As I was tossed into the men’s van, I saw one of them take the keys out of my now stolen purse and drive away in my car, probably to be cubed at some shady junkyard. My long term prospects were not looking good.

When we reached the destination, the men took Sarah’s request literally, which is how I ended up in the horrible situation with which I began my story.

I have no freedom to speak of. Just a few feet of slack between my chain and the wall, my entire body always resting in what amount to just a giant toilet. A handle on the wall flushes my little pen with water, sweeping away all cum, waste, and tears, leaving me clean and ready for further assault.

They don’t let me sleep, and I’m starting to lose my mind because of it. Who knows how much time has passed. Days? Weeks? Months?

The life I once had is over. I was the smartest girl in my school, destined to a life of success, but because I poked my nose where it didn’t belong I’ve lost everything. My entire life now consists of nothing but endless rape, a stream of men using me for both their physical pleasure and for the fulfillment of their mental sadism.



What felt like years later, the initiator of the crimes against me paid a visit. Sarah Sloan wore an expensive black dress, with a fur coat over it. Her hair was still as elaborate as usual, her skin completely without blemishes, and body fine and trimmed. She walked over towards and deg her high heel into my stomach, until she was certain that I was paying attention. “Hello, you dumb bitch. Don’t you feel kind of stupid for trying to spy on me? For all the kinds of genius you thought you were, couldn’t you tell that crossing the daughter of a mob family would be a bad idea?” I really had no idea she was mob connected, but I guess I should have seen the signs. “You tried ruining everything, you fucking cunt. Fortunately, everything got packaged away nicely. We made it look like your car went into the ocean while you took a scenic route home, and your body was never recovered.” I could hear what she was saying, but I was unable to comprehend it all in my exhausted state.

“My dear father passed away last week, leaving all of this under my control. Perhaps someday I’ll let you go, but for now I think your presence is required to keep my employees happy. Farewell, Natalie. I guess you weren’t nearly as smart as you thought you were.” Sarah watched in glee as one of her subordinates mounted me and began fucking my ass.

Every moment, I hope and pray that these men will get bored of me and just let me rest, but there are just too many different men for such a thing to be a possibility. I know that for the rest of my life, I’ll be kept like this.

The events leading up to my capture run through my mind constantly. If I had done any number of things differently, I could have escaped this fate, but I failed.

This is the price of my error.


BAD END #1

Bad End
Ending #2
Corin’s Dream
By Razor 7826

(Note: This chapter is taken from one of the many possible outcomes in my story “The End of the World As We Know It” at CHYOO.com)


I know that I'm not the most liked girl in school, but I only want to help the teacher so everybody gets the most out of their education. In this spirit, I appointed myself Miss Smith's assistant during this time of crisis. Several days ago, we believe full-scale nuclear war broke out, isolating our small private college at a time when the school was mostly deserted, just a few days before the end of Christmas break.

I had just witnessed the gang of boys leave the school without Teacher's permission, and reported their horrible behavior to her. She didn't seem to think there was anything she could do at this point, so she let their disobedience slide. Still wanting to help out the teacher, I stayed close to her in case she needed anything. After about an hour, I offered my help.

"Teacher, do you need any help." I perkily said.

"Um... Sure, Corin, help keep an eye on the other girls." I happily agreed.

For the next few hours, I kept track of where all the girls were. Rachel went up to the bathroom, but thirty minutes later she still hadn't returned. I ran up to tell Miss Smith about the missing student. "Teacher, Rachel's been gone for a half an hour!" Miss Smith seemed to be contemplating what to do.

Miss Smith thought for a few moments before deciding what to do. "Kim, would you be willing to go check on Rachel? She went to the women' bathroom on the first floor."

"Uh, sure Miss Smith" responded the tiny Asian girl. She walked up the stairs with a confused look on her face.

Fifteen minutes passed without Kim returning. I started to shake in fear. What on Earth could they be doing? I could see Miss Smith starting to worry as well. She turned to me and said "Corin, could you please go upstairs to look for them?"

I was still shaking, but I wanted to be strong for Miss Smith. But honestly, was I strong enough to investigate the disappearance of two of my classmates? It didn’t matter, I would do anything to impress Teacher.

"Sh... Sure thing, Teacher." I really wanted to impress Miss Smith, so I went against my better judgment and headed up the stairs to find Rachel and Kim.

I was incredibly scared as I wandered into the bathroom. There were no signs of the girls. I walked back into the first floor hallway. "Rachel? Kim? Are either of you there?" Still no response. I decided to check the second floor. There was no sign of them either, but I thought I heard a noise from one of the classrooms down the hall. I went to investigate and saw one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. Near the center of the classroom, Frank and Micheal were fucking both little Kim's mouth and vagina.

"Hmmpph. mmmmm!!!!" The muffled screams of protest from Kim filled the room, obviously unhappy with her current situation. Her face was covered in tears and man juice.

It was then that I finally noticed the events in the other corner. Cain was shoving his penis back and forth into a girl's mouth, and I assumed that girl was Rachel. I could see her arms with cuffs on her wrists, and chains holding her thick arms up and to the sides. The long blond hair flowing to the sides of her head assured me it was her.

What did Miss Smith send me into?

I felt a quick shove from behind and stumbled into the room. I turned around to see Tony pull the door shut, then leapt on top of me.

"Get off of me, you fat bastard!", but Tony continued with his work. The ogre started tearing off my school uniform. Both the over vest and skirt were torn off easily, leaving me in just my panties and bra. Those didn't last much longer. I was naked underneath him, bawling my eyes out, fearing my inevitable rape. Was this the way my virginity would go?

"Please... don't rape me" I uttered. Cain stopped ramming Rachel's mouth and walked over to me, his penis still erect.

"Oh, you don't want us to rape you? Well, then, I have a better idea. Tony, chain her to the teacher's desk." Tony complied with Cain's orders and fastened wrist cuffs to each appendage of mine. He slammed me down on the desk, knocking the wind of out of me, just before he fastened a ball gag around my mouth. I was now chained to the desk, as Tony exited the room and Cain joined Frank and Michael in raping Kim. It wasn't long before Kim passed out in pain.

About half an hour later, Miss Smith peeked into the room and saw the horror show. Shocked, she looked around, and I started screaming to get her attention. By the time her eyes reached me, Tony was sneaking up behind her. I tried to warn her, but my attempts failed as the brute incapacitated her with a stun gun. I started to cry, realizing that my only hope had just been taken down.

For the next ten minutes or so, Cain guided them in dressing the limp body of Miss Smith knee-high leather boots, a large ball gag, ankle and wrist cuffs, a leather corset, and long leather gloves. Lastly, they put on a pair of panties that had a gigantic dildo sticking out the front. While Cain was putting on the finishing touches, the others moved me to the center of the floor, and chained my arms and legs tightly in four different directions. Once Teacher's legs were chained together and her arms were linked behind her back, Cain started slapping Miss Smith's face. She eventually came to see the monsters standing above her, grinning. Miss Smith tried to stand up, but realized how she was dressed.

"Oh dear Teacher, it looks like we have you in quite the predicament" gloated Frank. "We always knew you and little Corin were particularly close to each other, but now we're giving you the perfect opportunity to show your love. Make love to little Corin here, or we're going to have to kill these two over there." Cain pulled out a knife and walked towards Rachel and Kim, who were now chained together, back to back. I started to cry, begging Miss Smith not to rape me, but I knew she couldn't hear me.

Miss Smith started to cry as well. She is really a beautiful woman. Her hair is pulled back behind her hair and held with a scrunchy. Her glasses sit on her perfect nose, and the ball gag barely interfered with her beautiful mouth. Seeing her cry at her dilemma hurt me deeply, but I didn't want her to rape me. I was scared. I could hear the muffled screams off my bound classmates, and I could understand why they wanted to see me get raped, but I'm a virgin!

"So, Teacher, are we going to have to get violent?" taunted Cain.

Miss Smith closed her eyes, then stumbled towards me. She knelt between my legs with that monstrous dildo sitting just outside of my virginity. At that point, I lost it. I started screaming and flailing around madly.

The truth is I love Miss Smith with all my heart. I'm a lesbian, but up until now, I've been suppressing it. My parents are fundamentalist Christians, and they would disown me if they knew I was a lesbian.

I love Miss Smith, but I don't want it to be like this.

With a pained look on her face, Teacher finally shoved the dildo in to me.

"MMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Back and forth, she thrust into me, while the boys grinned and laughed. This was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I felt my mind just breaking away, no longer able to deal with my horrible reality. The dildo tore into me, repeatedly and rhythmically, filling my body with a pain I never imagined could exist. The woman I loved was raping me.

Why did my life have to end up like this?

Why?

Why?

Why?


BAD END #2

Bad End
Ending #3
A Mother’s Life Lessons
By Razor7826

“I do.” With those words, Christine Ono married her second husband, Snow Inoue, with only her two daughters as witnesses.

Sarah, the twenty year-old luscious blond, and Maya, the nine-teen year old brunette, looked at each other, sadness and worry in their perfect green eyes. Unbeknownst to Christine, Sarah and Maya had been blackmailed into horrible sex acts by Snow, using the double leverage of Sarah’s illicit relationship with a professor and Maya’s latent incestuous lesbian fantasies for her older sister.

The last month of summer break had been hell for the girls. Many nights were spent in room 309 of a local love hotel, where the girls would be violated in unimaginable ways by Snow’s friends. Strangely absent during the nightly assaults was Snow, who later proved to be whining and dining the widowed mother.

The assaults had ended since the engagement announcement one week ago. Now the sisters watched their mother make a terrible mistake, both wanting to scream the truth of his horrible but actions, but both also fearing the power held in Snow’s blackmail. The uneasy glances continued between the sisters all throughout the ceremony and the celebratory dinner at a fancy restaurant. All Christine saw on Snow’s face were smiles, but to the girls he gave gloating grins, indicating his sense of triumph.

That night began like all the nights since the couples wedding announcement, with the buxom Christine making no attempts to muffle her moans of pleasure. Her screams echoed through the house as her two daughters gathered in Sarah’s room, which shared a wall with her mother’s bedroom. Sarah and Maya sat in each other’s warm embrace, fondling each other through their pajamas as Maya gently sucked on Sarah’s lips. While the blackmail and rapes of the previous month had been truly horrific, the experience brought the two sisters closer. The taboo against incest had been shattered and removed through the horrible games their tormentors made them play with each other. Now, their love for each other was all that kept them going. In each other’s embrace, they felt safe from the monster in the next room.

The girls would soon learn that Snow was not the only monster in the house.

As their arousal increased, the girls leaned onto their bed and pulled out the same type of U-shaped double dildo that was used so effectively in their torments. Now they Sarah rested on top of her younger sister, her vibrations pleasuring them both as they wrestled with their tongues. They had no idea how loud their moans were, nor did notice when the moaning stopped from the other room. It was several more minutes before they noticed Snow looming over them in his boxer shorts. When Maya realized their incestuous love was being watched, she let loose a yelp. “Aiiii!”
The sisters scrambled to cover their naked bodies with Sarah’s bed sheets. They stared at the ground, unable to hide what they were doing.

At that point, Chrstine came in, wearing fine red lingerie and a see through nighty, and let loose a shocked gasp as she realized what her daughters were doing together. “Sarah! Maya! I can’t believe you two! Do you have an explanation for this.. this… abomination?” Their mother, an American, was born a Christian and had difficulty deciding which to be more appalled by- the rampant lesbianism, or the incest.

Sarah quickly jumped on the defensive. “Mom… we need to tell you something about what Snow did to us.” Snow was noticeably getting afraid, knowing that his secret was about to get blown. “He raped both of us before he ever even met you. He was just using you to get closer to us. Mom… he’s a monster!” Sarah started to cry. “Don’t listen to what he says… mom… please…” Looking at her crying daughter, Christine began to feel like she had made a terrible mistake.

“Snow… is it true?” asked Christine, staring at her husband.

Snow looked down at the floor and smiled. “I guess all good things must pass.” For reasons then unknown, he walked to the bedroom window and rotated the vertical blinds open and shut a few times. The dumb little girls don’t know what the hell they are talking about, Snow thought to himself. No huge loss, though. The things would just have to move a little bit ahead of schedule.

“Christine, I think these girls misunderstand my true intentions. I truly do love you, and the other accusations aren’t quite true, but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, either.”

“What does that mean?” asked Christine, not hearing the front door open and a pair of footsteps walk up the stairs. She stared at her daughters and husband struggling to figure out what to do.

Snow made up her mind for her. Two large men snuck up behind her. The larger of the two gave her a shove, forcing her to stumble to the ground. Maya and Sarah recognized as the men that had helped Snow rape them so many times over the last month. Before any of the women realized what was going on, Snow and his friends had the three women handcuffed. They struggled with the men to no avail as they were dragged down the hall into the master bedroom. The three women were thrown onto the kind sized bed, face down and in a row, the mother flanked by her grown daughters.

Sarah and Maya both cried, fearing that their lives would once again be consumed and defined by the sex forced upon them. Between them, Christine was a more complex mix of emotions. She was certainly sad that her daughters were so miserable at having the sex forced upon them, but there was more going on. Deep inside, Christine could feel her dormant lust revive. As her daughters screamed in pain beside her, she began to remember the wild orgies of her youth.

Those days, so long ago, were happy and care free times. Even if she was known as a slut, she was free, doing whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. As she neared thirty, those days slowed down and she had children, but she always longed for those care free days.

How could her daughters not love it as well? The warmth inside of her drover her mad, but it seemed to be bring nothing but pain to Sarah and Maya. Christine felt more sympathy over their aversion to sex than she did over their painful rape.

“Aiiii! Please.. stop it….” Cried Maya to Christine’s right.

“Mother… sister... I can’t take it anymore…” screamed Sarah from Christine’s other side.

Christine, on the other hand, enjoyed the way she was being handled. During all previous sexual encounters, Snow had been nothing but gentle to here. Now, Snow slapped her ass and pulled her long blonde hair, and Christine loved it.

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me harder! Ah.. ah….”

“Mom… what… are you doing?” cried Sarah, startled at her mother’s behavior. How could she possibly like what was being done to them?

As Christine orgasmed, a change came over her. It may be impossible to state the cause for the change. Perhaps it was dread and fear of the power Snow now held over the lives, or perhaps it was the reason that she told herself. Either way, Christine Ono had resolved to fully devote herself to making sure her daughters made the most of their youth in the same way Christine herself had.

Even if they didn’t want to.


-Two days later-

Christine walked into her bedroom, phone and phonebook in hand. She quickly found the number of her daughters’ community college and dialed the enrollment office.

“Hello, this is mother of Sarah and Maya Ono. Yes, we’ve decided that they should enroll in a different program somewhere else.”

“MMMMmmfffffff!’

“No, there wasn’t anything your school did incorrectly. Just a change in life goals, that’s all.”

“Ngggggg!”

“Ah, yes, their Social Security numbers are…”

“Mmmmmm…. Mmmmm…”

“No, we won’t require any transcripts at this time. Thank you very much.” Christine turned off the phone and smiled at her two daughters. Sarah and Maya laid on Christine’s bed, side by side, their arms pulled above their head and handcuffed to the brass headboard. Duct tape covered their mouths and muffled their moans as Snow’s two friends worked their lower bodies.

Part of Christine knew the discomfort her girls must be going through, but it was a small price to pay for the fulfillment of her dream. Sarah and Maya would grow to love the fulfillment that could be found in a man’s cock, even if the road to pleasure traversed weeks, or even months, of pain. Their lesbianism and sexual reticence would be plucked away- the gift of a caring mother to her grown daughters.

Snow stood in the entrance of the bedroom and gazed at his wife, shocked and amazed at how cold she could be. Sarah was right; the marriage was originally just a sham, but instead he found an accomplice to his sexual perversions. In his eyes, Christine was the perfect wife and mother.

BAD ENDING #3

Bad End
Ending #4
Or Else

Be at the men’s bathroom tonight at 5PM… or else.

Alice reread the note on her ‘special’ pager. A sinking feeling filled her stomach as the soles of her feet carried her towards Central Park. How had she gotten into this mess?

Three weeks ago, Alice found a mysterious envelope in her school locker. It contained discreet photographs detailing Alice’s frequent masturbation in inappropriate situations, including one her obviously fingering herself during Senior Math. Along with the incriminating photos was an unsigned note, with the cryptic warning, “Come alone to the men’s bathroom in Central Park, 10PM tonight.” In those juvenile and innocent days, nothing seemed worse than those photos being made public.

Now her problems went far beyond simple photographs.

That first night in the bathroom, Alice had been subject to near uncountable violations by her Japanese classmate Tomoko and her friends. As she laid in a stall, dripping cum into the toilet, Tomoko threw a pager to Alice’s feet. “You’ll come when we call for you, or else…”

Alice always thought the “or else…” pertained to the photographs, but she would eventually learn that the punishment for defiance was far worse.

For a month, Alice followed all of her tormentor’s demands. She went from an innocent 19-year old virgin to having done nearly everything in the book. Even worse, she dragged her friends into the mess as well, all to save herself. Corin thought her friend Alice was brining her to cool club, but instead she was traded into slavery. Alice knew what she was doing was horrible, but she also knew that every time they fucked Corin would amount to one less assault against Alice.

Corin’s disappearance raised lots of questions around school, but fortunately for Alice and the nerdy girl’s captors, she was classified as a runaway. Alice knew the truth, though; Corin was chained to a bed in some low-grade brothel, violated in every orifice for the profit of her owners.

Sadly, with Corin out of the way, the gang returned their attentions to Alice, their rapes becoming ever the more brutal as they grew tired of their traditional perversions.

Alice looked back at the pager and, for the first time since her trials began, truly contemplated her actions.

There was just no way she could go through with it anymore. In a fit of rage, she took the pager and threw it into the street. Alice watched in glee as the cursed pager crunched under tire after tire. Then, with a false sense of security, Alice turned away from the park, never to return.

For hours, Alice wandered the city, a false sense of triumph pervading her thoughts. She thought the solution to her problems was so simple, though she was unaware of the dire price she would pay for denying her responsibilities.

At 9pm, Alice returned home. That’s strange, she thought, noting that the front light was off. Normally her mother turned it on when she was waiting for her daughters to come back. Stranger still was the locked front door. Alice fumbled around in the dark with her key and entered her home.

The horrors she saw made her regret ever defying her blackmailers.

In the middle of the room was her older, prudish sister Gertrude, forcibly mounted on one of the men that Alice had so painfully become familiar with over the last few weeks. One of the rapist’s cohorts pushed down on Gertrude’s shoulders, keeping impaled on the man’s cock. Alice could see that her sister was crying, covered in cum, and completely unable to defend herself against the sexual attacks, her mouth and arms bound with reams of packing tape. Alice gasped in shock, immediately realizing that this was the outcome of her defiance. She stumbled closer and closer to her sister, not realizing that another one of the men closed the door behind her and bolted it shut.

Alice kneeled on the ground and reached for her sister, her blue pleated skirt pulling and revealing part of her smooth thighs. “Big sis… what have they done to you?” Alice’s mourning over the fate of her sister was interrupted by a garish scream from upstairs. Realizing there the voice belonged to her mother, Alice sprinted up the stairs, losing one of her shoes along the way.

Alice found her mother in the master bedroom, her screams now muffled with a blue ball gag fastened tightly around her head. Her Japanese style Kimono was open, revealing the leather straps that bound her arms to her torso. A large dildo was crammed painfully into the mother’s cunt, causing the black-haired forty-five year old to writhe around on the floor as she tried to shake it loose. Tomoko stood above the woman, wearing her trademark fur coat.

“Alice, I thought we had an agreement?”

“How… how could you do this? My mother and sister did nothing to deserve this?”

Tomoko laughed at Alice. “Haha, the men are going to get their release, one way or another. If you aren’t there to help them, I guess your mother and sister will have to suffice.” Tomoko walked closer to Alice as two of her men flanked her. With Alice’s newfound defiance, she and her family would have to be sold to the same traders that had bought that brat Corin. The two girls would certainly be sold to a brothel or private owner, and perhaps even the mother, though her advancing age made it increasingly likely that she would just be sold for parts.

The grim fates of her captives didn’t concern Tomoko, though. She would be getting paid either way, and until then…

It was going to be a fun night.

BAD END #4

Bad End
Ending #5
Equal Trade

“So I take it you understand the terms of our business?”

“Yes, I believe so. You guys make it look like we’ve been a horrible accident where it is likely there would be unrecoverable body, and you get to keep her in trade.” Eric Johnson

“That sums it up quite nicely. Does anyone know that you both came here?”

“Not at all. I just told her I had a job interview downtown, and since I don’t have my driver’s license yet, she had to drive me. I memorized the directions from the email, then deleted it, so there’s no paper trail.”

“Excellent.” The businessman smiled at another transaction well on the way to being finalized. “Now, I just want to make one thing clear. After today, you will never be able to see your mother again, and I assure you her fate will be most unpleasant. What makes you hate her so?” The businessman always asked a question like this, to ensure that the justification for the trade was strong. Any weak answers would reveal great risk that the client could reveal the deal to police. Not like that mattered, though; the firm had a ‘one location, one trade’ policy. The client’s mother sat at what appeared to be the reception desk of “Wentler and Sons Law Associates”, it was actually just a rented two room office, hastily decorated to allay suspicions.

Eric Johnson looked the businessman in the eye and showed his burning hatred for the woman that raised him. “That overprotective bitch has done nothing but cripple my life. I’m 19 years old and she still won’t let me get my driver’s license. Crushing curfews, strict rules, and she’s never even home to cook a goddamn meal. I know her law firm has a huge insurance policy set up for her family, so she is honestly worth more to me ‘dead’ than she is alive.”

The businessman could tell that Eric’s hatred was true. “Would you like to say goodbye to your mother?”

Eric thought for a moment. “No. Just give that bitch my worst regards and make sure she knows that everything you do to her is because she was such an overprotective cunt.” Harsh words from a supposed love one. The businessman liked that.

“Now, let us just take care of the product and we can get you on your way.”



Rachel Johnson sat in reception area with her slender legs crossed below the knee. She had worn her usual business attire of a tight knee-high skirt and fine silk blouse, one size too small to accentuate her bust. For a moment, Rachel lamented the difficulties of single motherhood. Six years ago, her husband Jacob died in a car accident, leaving Rachel to raise their son alone. Now, Eric was nearly a grown man, but the forty-year old mother was still unable to let her son be a true individual. The very thought of him driving a car horrified her, bringing back painful memories of the accident that claimed her husbands life.

Her fear had led her into the current situation. The desire to see her only child succeed but the inability to accept her son’s independence left Rachel Johnson with only one real option. Rachel was too caught up in her own fear to see that her son was slowly starting to reach the breaking point.

Today was the day Rachel Johnson paid for her sins.

Eric watched his mother in the reception area via a small TV in the backroom. The agreement was finalized with nothing more than a handshake; any paper trail here could prove to be disastrous. The plan was rather simple; the businessman would arrange for a car accident off of Pacific Coast Highway. Eric would walk away from the accident unscathed in any severe manner, while his mother’s body would be presumed washed to sea, never to be seen again.

The reality, though, was much more pleasing for the business. Rachel Johnson would be removed from her son’s life, permanently, while the business would receive the rights to her body for years to come. Both parties were thrilled with the transaction, making it a truly equal trade.

The two men nodded at each other, and the businessman entered a code into his laptop. Through the monitor, Eric could see a wispy gas filling the reception area. His mother noticed the pervading and began to cough, not yet realizing the resultant dulling of her senses. She stood up and dropped her magazine and purse as she made a made dash for the front door, but it was remotely locked. She banged on the door, but her physical strength was already sapped. Weaker and weaker she grew, until finally she slumped against the door and passed out. With their victim subdued, the businessman pressed another button, and the toxic gas cloud retreated from the room.

“Thank you for your business, Eric. An associate will be with you shortly to set up the accident. I’ll be taking the woman off your hand now.” Eric smiled back at the businessman, knowing that, between his mother’s life insurance and their accumulated wealth, he would never have to work another day in his life. As far as he was concerned, he got the much better end of the trade.

The businessman, on the other hand, thought he had received the better end of the deal. Attractive women aren’t cheap, and car accidents are easy to fake. A quick glance over the defenseless woman gave the businessman a good idea of her type. She was clearly a traditional tease, wearing tight shirts and short skirts, but never putting out. At the very least, she would need to be broken of her sexually conservative nature, and the businessman knew exactly where to start.


Several hours later, the effects of the gas started to clear from Rachel Johnson’s mind. She could tell she was somewhere she had never been before, the combination of sounds and smells entirely unique in her mind. As she returned further and further into full consciousness, she began to realize the horrors of her situation. To either side and across the room, she could see naked women bound and ball gagged, hanging above and against wall-mounted urinals. The chill wind Rachel felt across her flesh made her realize that she too was bound in such a position. A closer look at the other women made Rachel realize what that smell was; human cum, which caked each and every one of the women in the room. It dripped from their mouths, tits, and cunts. It encrusted their thighs, and puddle on the floor. These women were clearly used for nothing but sex.

“Nrrrrgggfffff” moaned Rachel as she tried to free herself, but her bindings held. As she struggled futilely, a man in a business suit walked up to her.

“Rachel Johnson, I have a message from your son.” Rachel perked up and paid attention. What were these monsters doing to her son? “He just wanted to let you know that he is the one that did this to you, as payback for your insane overprotective nature.”

Rachel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Eric… set her up? How was that possible? Her sense of betrayal was interrupted by the now stripped man. With one swift motion, he shoved his erect penis into Rachel Johnson, former wife, former mother, and former power lawyer. She winced in pain as she forcefully began her new life as a sexual toilet.

BAD END #5

Great work and imagination.
Keep it up enjoyed the stories.

I read all of these yesterday/last night and didn't have the energy to leave you a comment till now.

These are wonderful! Thank you so very much for sharing. I truly hope that you continue to make your contribution here :)

I'm almost done with Chapter Six, and I've started Chapter seven as well. Considering I have a bit of time off before I move, I'll probably be finishing many many more chapters. (Honestly, Bad Endings are what I do best. Look at my BDSM stories at CHYOO.com. Bad End #2 was based taken from one of my stories there, but a few more endings spring to mind as workable for this series.)

I enjoyed reading your short stories.
Sbbe

The remind me of a concert I went to as a child, the conductor started by saying they were going to play the great pieces of music with all the boring bits left out.

cariad

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The remind me of a concert I went to as a child, the conductor started by saying they were going to play the great pieces of music with all the boring bits left out.

cariad

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Yup, that pretty much summarizes why I think this is going to be a looooong series of stories from me.

This chapter is quite a bit longer than the others, but I think it is worth it. Please feel free to leave feedback on the stories. It will help determine the future of the series, and it will also allow me to fix things before I fully submit them.

Bad End
Ending #6
Women of God
By Razor7826

“Mr. Wilson, this is the last straw. With Father Crick on sabbatical, I finally have to chance to rid this academy of your blight.” Sister Mariana stared at the problem student from across the head master’s desk, flanked to her right by Loraine Klaut, senior girl’s prefect. The two women turned to each other and smiled, deeply satisfied that they had finally nailed their nemesis.

One hour ago, Loraine ran into the head master’s office with a huge grin on her face, digital camera in hand. She was unusually excited as she relayed her story to the temporary Head Mistress Mariana, who had been placed in charge of the Righteous Hand Academy while Father Crick was visiting a mission in Brazil. Sister Mariana had long wanted to kick Tom Wilson’s pampered ass from the academy, but Father Crick practiced a far more forgiving brand of Christianity than the fire and brimstone style that Mariana and Loraine followed. No matter how severe Tom’s transgressions and no matter how much Mariana pleaded with Father Crick, Tom was always given another chance.

But now Father Crick was gone, and Loraine finally had truly damning evidence.

The photos on Loraine’s digital camera clearly showed Tom Wilson smoking a large blunt in the men’s bathroom on the second floor. Only the back of his accomplice’s heads were shown, but it was obvious that they belonged to Alex Wygriff and Zacharias Brown. Loraine knew that the photos would not be enough to reprimand those two, but Tom was as good as gone. Getting the leader of heathen’s would be enough; without him, Alex and Zach would be completely harmless.

The Righteous Hand Academy, despite being a Christian high school, was known as one of the best schools in the region. As a result, the school halls were filled with an interesting blend of Christian faith seekers and heathen brats. Tom’s gang was the worst of them all, but now, three weeks before graduation, she finally had the leverage to purge the troublesome non-believers.

Tom Wilson was ignoring pretty much everything the women said, instead using his vast mental powers to imagine the prudish women naked. Both the eighteen year old prefect and the twenty-seven year old nun were religious hardliners to the extreme, quite uncommon among women their ages, but Tom loved imaging that they loved the cock. He knew that wasn’t true, though; both were undoubtedly virgins, a huge loss to mankind. Loraine was actually pretty damn hot in her school uniform. The tight grey coat and ankle length skirt were designed to be very modest clothing, but the tight fit made it clear that Loraine Klaut was packing a hot body. Finishing the image of the pristine and haughty bitch was her sculpted blond hair and thick rimmed glasses.

Sister Mariana was potentially even hotter, but her red habit hid her beauty. Regardless, Tom never failed to notice the moments when the robes pressed back against her skin, revealing the curves of her unfortunately unused body.

“Mr. Wilson, are you even listening to us?” Tom snapped back into reality. “This is it, you’re being expelled.”

“But my father will kill me!” Tom’s father was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, and allowed little room for failure.

Sister Mariana and Loraine smiled at each other. “You should have thought of that before you brought the devil’s weed into this academy.” Sister Mariana looked absolutely gleeful at her chance to get rid of time, spurring a newfound burning hatred deep inside of him. Tom watched as Sister Mariana updated his computer file with the transgression and punishment. “Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have a previous appointment I must attend to.” It was nearing 6pm on Friday night.

Tom and Loraine left the head master’s office, with Sister Mariana following close behind. Down the hall, Tom could see Zach and Alex waiting for him, barely in view. Mariana grabbed Tom’s arm and gave him a final warning, one that would prove to be the impetus for the events which would destroy her life. “Tell your little friends over there that they are next. None of you will graduate as long as I am head mistress.” Tom shook away and gave the nun a gaze of pure loathing. She smiled and turned away, returning to a discussion of religious importance with her prized prefect.

The gang was shocked to hear of Tom’s expulsion and the imminent threat facing his friends.

“I think your dad is going to honestly kill you,” responded Zach.

“We have to do something,” stated Alex, fearful of his friends’ fate as much as his own. “Perhaps we can encourage Sister Mariana to change her mind.”

Alex turned to him and said, “How the hell do you expect us to do that? She seems pretty intent on fucking us over.”

“Hmm…” Tom was lost in thought. “Alex, your father is out of the country for four more months, right? We could bring that cunt there for a while to see if we can convince her otherwise.”

Alex contemplated the offer. “But what about Loraine? If Mariana goes missing, that fucking bitch will suspect us first!”

“Well, that is why we take her, as well.” Tom was starting to fantasize about what sort of persuasive techniques they could use against the sister.

“What happens if we don’t change their minds?” Alex just seemed to be raining on all the good ideas.

Tom looked at his friends sternly and said, “Then we can come up with a more permanent solution, whatever that may be.”

Alex started to freak out. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying. You mean…” He finished the sentence by mouthing the ultimate sin.

“No, not necessarily that. That is just one of several ways to silence people, but we don’t have to make that decision for quite a while, as long as we can use your mansion.”

Zach hopped on board with the idea, but Alex did so reluctantly. After a few more minutes of prodding in those deserted school halls, Alex saw the light of the plan, knowing full well that unless the problem was dealt with now, he would be next to fall against Sister Mariana’s unchecked vengeance.

Tom laid out the plan, and stated a final note “We have to do this NOW, tonight, before either of them formalize the expulsion or tell anyone of their intent.” The first step would be to find out where the two women were at, a task which was not particularly difficult.



On the outskirts of the Righteous Hand Academy, near the woods, rested a small chapel. At this hour on a Friday night, and with Father Crick away, the school was deserted sans those previously mentioned. In the front pew of that small, secluded chapel knelt Sister Mariana and Loraine Klaut, her star pupil. If Loraine could continue to forego the vulgar sins of modern life, she too could grow up to be a woman of God. Together, the women prayed- for family, for friends, for sinners, and for their own weaknesses. Neither woman thought they were perfect, and God knew the sins that they had committed, but through faith they believed absolution was possible.

The focus of Mariana’s prayers was the absolution of her lust. For her entire life, she had never fulfilled her sexual desires, but lustful thoughts, too, were a sin. Despite Father Crick recently having turned forty years old, something about his presence made Mariana’s heart sing. The highlight of her days, weeks, and months were all the brief moments where she had light hearted discussions with Orson Crick. Sister Mariana was in love with Father Crick, a simple fact that Mariana tried to deny her spirit. Nuns were married to God, and were not allowed to love another man. Mariana prayed for her sins and for the strength to overcome them.

Next to her, Loraine prayed for her own sins. Three months ago, Loraine began exploring her body in ways forbidden by the Christian faith. For so long, she had denied her sexual awakening, so the slightest stimulation to her erogenous zones felt like the greatest thing in the world. Every day in the shower, she would play with herself, making her enjoy life, but every night she hated herself for her weakness. Loraine prayed for her sins and the strength to overcome them.

Unfortunately, God’s favor would do them no good.

Tom Wilson discreetly peeked into the windows on the front doors and spied the sister and prefect performing rosaries as they sat in the front pew. The men knew that, as long as the women were in the chapel, their plans could wait. Crimes always leave less evidence when performed outside. By the looks of it, the women had quite a few beads left on the rosaries, and Tom was certain neither would quit before the entire task was through. That gave them quite a bit of time to get set up.

By the time the girls finished, there were only two cars left in the parking lot- Alex’s van and Sister Marian’s Volvo, parked near the rectory. As usual, the nun intended on giving Loraine a ride home to her waiting parents, but Tom knew if he allowed that to happen, it would all be over. The men parked the van out of sight around a corner, to give the appearance that they had left the school.

Around 8pm, the two women left the chapel and headed for the Volvo, though they did not make it into the car. Tom and Alex grabbed them from behind, one arm around their torso and one hand across their mouths. Zach pulled up and slid the side door of the van open, and the two women disappeared into the side, never to see the outside world again.

Neither of the women offered fruitful resistance, succumbing to the groping hands and rolls of packing tape within minutes. Both were scared for what was to happen to them, but their faith in God reassured them that things would turn out to be okay, even as Tom took Mariana’s car keys to hide the one sign that would reveal their abduction.

Fifteen minutes later, the Volvo and the van parked next to each other in the garage of Alex’s secluded mansion. The malicious nun and the bitchy snob were dragged into the basement, where they were immediately taped and bound to two chairs in the center of the private theater. Tom then started the persuasion.

“I need both of you to listen to me, and I need you to listen well. We won’t allow you to expel me or my friends, and we WILL do whatever is necessary to ensure that we graduate. Now, before we resort to more drastic measures, I’ll give you one last chance. Do you still plan on expelling me?” He stared at the captives with a look of shear determination.

Sister Mariana stared back, every bit as determined as he was. “I am a woman of
God, and I cannot ignore the sins that you have committed, nor can I bear false witness and pretend that it never happened. Do what you must, but nothing can overcome my beliefs.”

Beside Mariana, Loraine was not as resolute in her faith, fearful of what these mere boys would do to her. She began to pray for protection.

Tom tried to pretend to be displeased with the women’s defiance, but it was clear that he anticipated what he would have to do. “I guess you’ve left us with no choice. Zach, I think we’re going to have to keep them here for a while. Want to run some errands for their stay with us?”

“What do you mean?” Tom whispered a few items to Zach, who was clearly shaken with the strange requests, but also a little turned on. “Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t wait up for me.” Zach left the garage in the van, leaving his two friends to begin the problem solving process. Both men agreed that Loraine should learn here lesson first.

Tom quickly undid the tape that kept Loraine in her chair while she continued to pray for divine intervention. Her quiet prays were interrupted with heavy sighs and gasps as Tom and Alex fondled her underneath her tight school uniform. Her body met all of Tom’s expectations and more, the tight coat and long grey skirt clearly hiding a fantastic, and sadly unused, body. But God’s gift to men would not go ignored for much longer.

Alex gently pushed Loraine to the ground, her arms still taped together behind her back. Tom rested on her thighs and took another look at the snotty prefect. She was starting to cry now, tears flowing from beneath her black-rimmed glasses, down her flawless white cheeks. Even in their sexual innocence, Loraine and Sister Mariana knew what was going to happen next. While the fear froze Loraine, Mariana went on the defensive, attempting to free herself of her binds. “I will not allow you to rape one of my students. Let us go, this instant, or the consequences of your actions will be far worse than they already will be.”

“You’ve already said you were going to expel us, so we have nothing to lose.”

“Then you will never receive forgiveness in the eyes of God.” Tom ignored Mariana’s rationalist warnings and returned his attention to Loraine. He grabbed each side of her button down coat and tugged, spraying the buttons across the basement, revealing Loraine’s clear white and slightly-transparent undershirt. Her nice tits were covered with a black lace bra, a surprisingly risqué for a girl that wanted to be so pure. Another tug destroyed the undershirt. Her bra was now exposed. Tom grabbed each of her tits in one of her hands and squeezed them, her only response being louder sobs.

Alex stood off to the side. Until this moment, he was unsure if he would be able to go through with the plan, but seeing Loraine partially naked and in tears caused something to awaken inside of him. While Tom worked over Loraine, Alex sat behind Mariana and began groping his teacher and nun.

The nun continued to protest as Alex fondled here, slowly beginning to remove her clothing. Meanwhile, Tom was slowly eliciting the biological response from Loraine that he had hoped, despite her resistance. He curled up her long grey skirt and tore off her black panties.

“Please God, Please God, Please God…” Loraine begged. No salvation came, and Tom quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed each of her white thighs beneath his arms. She feared and loathed the prospect of being raped, but Tom’s thorough manipulation of her body left her ready to accept him, and accept his cock she did, losing the virginity that she intended to hold onto her whole life. She continued to cry and pray for salvation as Tom pounded away at her.

Nearby, Alex had torn the Sister Mariana’s robes to shred, leaving her wearing nothing but bulky white undergarments. On the verge of being raped, Mariana reflected on her life of repressed sexuality.

With the death of her mother on the eve of her fourteenth birthday, the formerly cheerful Mariana began a long and brooding phase of her life that until well after high school. During those dark years, religion consumed an increasingly large portion of Mariana’s life, part of coping with the loss of her mother. She wanted to believe that her mother was still out there, regardless of the form.

Along with religion came chastity and a disdain for all things sexual. Once popular, the young Mariana became a social outsider, staring at the culture of lust with contempt. As religion became more important and her social life became less so, Mariana knew that she wanted to be a nun, just like the ones that had consoled her during her time of loss. The belief in her righteous path never faltered, until she accepted her position at the Righteous Hand Academy and met Father Crick. The path that once seemed so clear began to muddle as she grew closer and closer to the first important man in her life.

Now, none of it mattered. The defiant Mariana finally broke down and began to cry as Alex entered her, stealing the purity that had defined her life. Both Mariana and Loraine experience a pain unlike anything they had felt before, and it was far from the last time they would experience it. Soon, Zach returned, and the violations continued well into the night.

When the men were too exhausted to continue using the nun and prefect’s bodies, they got the ‘supplies’ out of the van. The many items included months worth of birth control pills, freakish and bizarre sex toys and bondage gear, and two padded dog cages. The final symbolic act of capture was when Tom locked dog collars around the necks of the two women and led their cum-encrusted bodies into the dog cages. The nun and the prefect were left alone in the darkness.

The two women sat in silence for half an hour before Loraine broke it with painful screams. “What did we do to deserve this, God? Why? Why? We were so faithful, but we were both raped so horribly… why have we been forsaken?”

Mariana tried to think of an answer, but could not, her own faith being tested by the horrors. “God has a plan for us all, Loraine. We will be free of this pain someday.” She was wrong.

Over the next several months, the women had plenty of time to rest in their cages and contemplate the causes for why such atrocities were being visited upon them. Each of them blamed their own sexual and lustful indiscretions for their fate, Loraine believing this was all God’s punishment for masturbation, and Mariana thinking that it was divine retribution for sexual thoughts of a priest.

Over and over, for months and for years, the nun and the prefect were used in formerly unimaginable ways. Their insistence on the expulsion of Tom Wilson ensured that they could never go free, and so, Sister Mariana and Loraine Klaut were forced onto decidedly different career paths. Instead of chaste servants of faith, they would spend the rest of their lives as unwilling sex toys, the forsaken women of God.

BAD END #6

Now for a shorter chapter. For those of you that have read all of the stories, would it be possible to rank the stories as to which ones you like most and least, or just which ones stand out? It would be of a great help in planning future chapters.


Bad End
Ending #7
A Lover Scorned
By Razor7826

Kelly Hill knocked on the door of apartment 318B of the Shaded Meadows apartment complex. As usual for these special days, the twenty-three year old lawyer wore a shawl to cover her bobbed black hair, as well as sunglasses to cover her large green eyes. Specializing in family law required that she keep much of her social life hidden from the public, most of all her deviant sex life.

The door opened, and a beautiful woman in her thirties led Kelly into the apartment. The older woman, Rachel Edwards, grabbed Kelly in a strong hug against her sleek red dress and gave her a long and deep kiss. Kelly returned the affection.

For the last three months, Kelly and Rachel were in a secret relationship. While Kelly was out to her family and friends, her professional life required secrecy with regards to her sexuality, for word of her lesbianism could destroy her practice.

Rachel Edwards was the perfect woman for Kelly Hill, and the two women were quickly growing close to each other. She understood Kelly’s professional situation, and was willing to keep their relationship quiet, as long as she knew that Kelly’s heart belonged to her. Not only were they growing more intimate, but they both had a completely trusting giving sex life, each woman willing to do whatever was necessary to please the other.

Their recent encounters took a turn to BDSM, with their current interests falling on sexual bindings. Both women found it incredibly hot and satisfying to bind the other woman’s limbs with bandages, then fuck them with a strap on dildo.

Rachel reached her hand out to Kelly’s chin and grinned. “Today is my turn to tie you up, hehe.” She was playful, as usual, and Kelly would be happy to oblige. Both women grinned with anticipation as Rachel led Kelly into her bedroom.

That’s strange, Kelly thought, as she noticed Kelly’s the room to Rachel’s other bedroom was closed. She dismissed the thought as unimportant, and in the master bedroom she began the foreplay. For today, Kelly took on a more submissive roll, letting Rachel slowly disrobe her. Once she was fully naked, Rachel pushed her down onto the bed and began the binding. She bent each of her limbs at the elbows and ankles, where Rachel was ready to encase them in layer upon layer of cloth bandages. By the time the bindings were complete, Kelly looked like she had no hands or feet, the bandages giving the impression that she was a quadruple amputee. Rachel could see that Kelly was hot and ready, but instead of pulling a dildo from her nightstand, she pulled out a manila envelope.

“Kelly, before we continue, I have something important to ask you.”

“What do you need, honey?”

Rachel pulled photographs from the envelope and held them in front of her girlfriend’s face. The photographs clearly showed Kelly fucking a man, and she looked like she was having the time of her life. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out.”

“I can explain... please… it was a one time thing.”

“That is also a lie. I have photos of two separate occasions.” The lie was exposed. Kelly had been seeing Mark, one of her superiors at her law firm. While there were the career incentives the activities, Rachel was right- she did enjoy the sex.

“I… I love you, Rachel. Mark doesn’t change that.”

“Fuck you, you lying bitch! Whatever the hell you are, you’re not a lesbian, and you’ll fucking pay for leading me on like this.” Rachel was furious, but she also began to cry, the pain of Kelly’s infidelities clearly tearing at her soul. The older woman reached into her night stand and pulled out a ball gag, which she quickly fastened around Kelly’s head. Kelly tried to resist, but it was no use, the bindings leaving her completely helpless against a woman that just moments ago she had placed her complete trust in.

With her former girlfriend bound and gagged, Rachel left the room and Kelly’s line of sight. Kelly could hear voices outside, and a few moments later Rachel returned with two unfamiliar, naked, men behind her. “Alex, Zach... do whatever you want with her, I don’t care.” Rachel left the room, and the two white men approached the defenseless captive. She tried to bat them off were her stub limbs, but her attempts proved useless as each of the men grabbed two of her stumps and held her in the air. The positioning of her legs gave no defenses as the men shoved their stiff penises into her asshole and pussy. Never before had she been double penetrated, and the pain was almost unbearable. She screamed and screamed into the gag as the men raped her repeatedly, but her muffled moans drew no saviors.

Later that night, the two men finally tired of the prone, cum covered sex toy. Rachel returned to the room and looked over her former girlfriend, still unsatisfied with the punishment visited upon her. “Get that fucking bitch out of my sight. You guys can keep her.”

Alex turned to Rachel, “You know what we’ll end up doing to her… right?”

Rachel knew exactly what they would do. “Yes, I am aware. I want that bitch to suffer for a long, long time. Take her car, too.” Alex got dressed and went out to his van, and returned with a large tote bag. With some help from Rachel and Zach, he managed to fit Kelly into the bag, which he zipped up almost all the way, showing some concern for her breathing. Rachel barely gave it a thought as the men carried Kelly Hill out of her life, the anger over her infidelity still tearing at her mind.

Over the following weeks and months, Rachel Edwards had brief moments where she regretted giving Kelly away to be sold as a sex slave. Finally, she approached her friends, asking if she could do anything to get her friend and lover back, realizing that Kelly truly was special to her. Unfortunately, her friends told her it was too late, that no records of any kind were kept beyond the first buyer.

For years to come, Rachel would regret her mistake, but not nearly as much as Kelly Hill.

BAD END #7

thank you for these shorts, and if i remember rightly there did use to be a thread for short pieces started by Mad Lews and actually called - shorts- BUT that aside, i am enjoying these pieces.
this made me laugh out loud though :
Strangely absent during the nightly assaults was Snow, who later proved to be whining and dining the widowed mother.
i can just hear it!
keep writing,
yours blu

I hope to submit these stories to the stories section of BDSMLibrary. Are the chapters too short to be posted? I had planned on submitting them as different 'chapters' of one story, which I believe I've seen done before.

Razor -- Sorry to be so late in saying it, but thank you grandly for posting this here. Particularly with the delay in our beloved updates, it's great to read new stuff!

As for the library, I don't believe there's any unbreakable rule in length; the suggested word count is basically to ensure a post is worth the time to post, and lengthy enough to read. I've seen some entire works shorter than your chapters, so there shouldn't be any worries.

In the meanwhile, would you mind posting the story codes you'd use for this?

I tried updating the original title of the post, but I no longer have editing privelages for it, it seems. The story codes I'd use are M+/f, F/f, Slavery, nc, rough, lesbian, if I were able to edit the thread title.

Bad End
Ending #8
Sister of Two
By Razor7826

With tears in her eyes, Juliette Cummings pled with Dr. Klaut. “Is there any alternative? Please, you have to help us out, doctor. Please…” Juliette trailed off and began to cry. Klaut shrugged in dismay, at a total loss with how to console the sobbing twenty-two year old woman.

“I’m sorry, I truly am, but Terrance’s cancer is too far advanced for chemotherapy to work. This surgery is the best option, and it needs to be done soon.” It wasn’t that the doctor enjoyed telling her that her little brother was as good as dead, but he did have a bit of a thing for crying women. Phillip Klaut felt himself starting to smile, but suppressed his sadistic glee before Juliette noticed, her vision still muddled with tears.

“Suzie’s condition has already wiped out our inheritance! There’s no way we can afford the surgery…” How could things have gone so wrong for us? Six months ago, the parents of Juliette, Susan, and Terrance Cummings were killed in a bus bombing during a trip to Israel, leaving Juliette in charge of the twin siblings, ten years her junior. Juliette sacrificed everything for her family, both dropping out of medical school and breaking up with her boyfriend, Tony. Tony did everything he could to help the Cummings, but Juliette was simply too damaged by the loss of her family and her newfound role as guardian.

Then came the double blows of Suzie’s weak heart and Terrance’s cancer. Before Juliette realized how dire things were, the money was gone, leaving the college drop-out struggling against mounting bills.

Now, after a month of chemotherapy, Terrance’s cancer had only spread further, his only hope an expensive and risky surgery.

The risk didn’t even matter; without a quick flow of cash, Terrance and Suzie would be dead with in months. Juliette continued to cry as Dr. Klaut suppressed his smiles.

“I’m sorry Juliette, but Terrance needs the surgery. I’d recommend you do whatever you can to gather the funds, quickly.” That’s it, Phillip, salt the wounds, exaggerate the problem. This girl would be a perfect candidate for the club. All I have to do is bait her along, and we can con her into giving us a show. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Juliette, I have other patients waiting.” Phillip walked out of the examination room and into his office, making sure that the door was locked behind him. From his lower right hand drawer, he pulled out a slim black disposable cellphone and called the number he was told to commit to memory. “I think I have another girl we can use...”



One hour later, Juliette waved goodbye to her little brother in front of Parker Brown Elementary School. “Bye, big sis!” Terrance was all smiles, unaware that he would be dead within months. Juliette waved back at him, turned away, and renewed her sobbing. She had told him that everything would be good after the chemo, and she couldn’t bear to tell him that he was going to die.

There’s still hope. Maybe I can get a loan.

An afternoon full of bank visits crushed that glimmer of hope. Two bounced checks was enough to seal the fate of her and her siblings. Crushed and dispirited, Juliette wandered around the financial district, pleading with every bank imaginable, the answer always a no. Little did she know, there was still somebody out that would tell her everything she wanted to hear.

Exhausted, Juliette made her way through the parking garage to her beater of a car, her long red hair standing out in the darkness. Her hair was everything Jon needed to identify her from his Lexus. That’s her, all right. Time to lay the bait. The thirty-seven year old lawyer opened his car door and silently stalked the club’s unknowing prey. As the red-head fumbled with her car keys, Jon finally laid the trap.

“Juliette Cummings, I have a way for you to get the money that you need.” Juliette froze for a moment, then began to think about what the man was saying. She slowly turned around, leaving her keys in the door.

“What do I have to do to save my brother and sister? I’ll do anything you ask. Please, tell me!”

Jon knew that Phillips judgment was spot on; this naïve young woman was the perfect candidate for the games. “My name is Edward Kingsley, and I represent a certain… entertainment venue… that we need to keep underground for legal purposes. Now, I don’t mean to offend your suburban sensibilities, but the games we play there involve a little bit of wrestling, a little bit of gambling, and a little bit of nudity. I need to be sure you are a woman of your word before we discuss these things any further.”

Juliette gave but a moment of consideration before responding with an enthusiastic “Yes, I can keep quiet about this.” She knew where this was heading- naked lesbian wresting- but it didn’t bother her.

“You’ll be playing a little bit of strip-wrestling against women just like you. Ten thousand dollars per match, and five times that if you manage to win. If you are still interested, come to this address alone tomorrow night at ten, and somebody will arrive to pick you up.” Jon handed Juliette a business card, which listed a small club on the outskirts of town. “Don’t tell anyone where you are going. We need to keep this little operation under wraps, and if we even suspect that you’ve told anyone, the deals off.” Jon left out a few important details, but as long as Juliette kept quiet, none of it mattered.
Juliette put the business card in her purse, but before she could thank ‘Edward’ for the opportunity, he was gone.


The next night, Juliette tucked her siblings in at nine o’clock, the went to her bedroom to change. Anticipating a simple wrestling match, she dressed in clothes that would put her at the least disadvantage. A simple tube-top and tight denim jeans would give her opponent little to grasp, and the lack of jewelry would ensure that there were no dirty tricks. On her way out, Juliette looked at her siblings and smiled, then quietly slipped out the front door. I’ll be back before they even know I’m gone, she thought to herself. I’m young and in the best condition of my life. A few nights of winning and everything will be taken care of. She drove to the given location, still with a smile on her face, a sign of the newfound hope that fueled her body. Things were finally starting to look up for the first time since she dropped out of medical school.

The parking lot at the address was empty. Strange. Juliette opened her car door, climbed out, then looked around. No more than ten seconds later, a black limo pulled up right next to her. One of the tinted windows rolled down and a gray haired gentleman in a tailored suit looked Juliette over. “I take it you are Miss Juliette Cummings? Come on in, we have quite the crowd waiting for your match.” The man opened the door, and Juliette stepped into the limo. “May I ask that you turn off your cellphone? We prefer that nobody be able to track our location.”

“Sure thing.” Juliette turned off her cellphone, not thinking about the absurdity of the request.

So naïve... I’m going to love the look on her face when she realizes what she’s gotten herself into. Wonderful body… I hear she’s smart, too. Makes things much hotter.

Juliette paid no attention to the car’s surroundings as it wove it’s way through the outskirts of town, expecting her to just be safely dropped off at her car once the match was over. Her expectations blinded her to the suspicious designs and décor of the venue. An elevator warehouse brought her down twenty floors to a long hallway. Doors lined the sides, and at the end of hallway she could see thick double doors. Men and woman of all ages and races walked in and out of the doors, and, based on their clothing, Juliette could see that they were all rather wealthy.

“You’ll be going straight into the ring, as we’re a bit behind schedule.”

“What are the rules, exactly?”

“You’ll hear those in the ring.” You’ll also be quite surprised by them. “Now just hurry through those double doors up ahead and the MC will start the match.

By now, Juliette was at least starting to get slightly suspicious. Her handler was being exceptionally vague about everything, but she was willing to put up with far more for the money she was getting paid. The doors opened up as she approached them, and the twenty-four year old walked through into the arena. All around her were darkened panels of a geodesic dome enclosing a small wrestling arena. Near the door opposite Juliette was another woman about the same age, wearing a long dinner dress and short, bobbed black hair. She looked worried about something.

Once Juliette was completely through the door, it slammed shut and locked. Why do they need to lock the door? The raspy voice of the announcer came through the speakers and answered her question.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event is about to begin. Tonight, we have two sweet and innocent first timers, each fighting for money and freedom! In the blue corner, Misses Kim Lane, twenty-three year old law school student, hoping to repay all those student loans. In the red corner, Misses Juliette Cummings, fighting for the survival of her two younger siblings. Both of these women have their eye on the fifty thousand dollar prize, though neither has been told what happens if they lose. To ensure the brutality that you all love, we have to let these two hot young ladies the truth. Not only is money on the line, but so is their freedom!”

Juliette looked up, as did her opponent. What does he mean our freedom?

The announcer continued, sadistic glee evident in his voice. “Only the winner will leave this arena, while the loser gets to spend the rest of her life servicing our perverted clientele! So go at it, our little sweeties! The loser is the first to go limp, no other rules, at all!”

Both combatants turned back towards their respective doors and tried with all their might to break free, but to no avail. Juliette continued to pound and the door and scream for help. “Let me go! You lied to me! I don’t want to do this anymore?” Her pleas were met with silence from all around.

On the other end of the ring, Kim had realized that she didn’t have a choice. Even if this Juliette woman had a better reason to fight for the money, the punishment for losing was too great to accept. She would kill Juliette if she had to, and the longer the red-head spent pounding on the door, the better the chances of Kim surprising her. The lawyer removed her high-heels and began to run towards Juliette, who was still clawing against the door, trying to break free.

“Please! My brother and sister need me or they’ll die! I can’t stay her… no… no…” Juliette slid down onto her knees and burst into tears. All she wanted to do was save her family, but now she was participating the sadistic games of wealthy perverts. Why is this happening to me?

Her sorrows were interrupted as Kim tackled her to the floor and began slapping her in the face. The fight for freedom had begun.

“You bitch!” Juliettte began to fight back with her tiny clenched fists, landing one good blow to the side of Kim’s head, causing her to loosen her grip in Juliette’s arms. Juliette pounced on the opportunity and pulled a reversal, now on top of Kim pinning her arms to her sides. Juliette was a bit meatier than the lithe Kim, so the she had Kim immobilized. Now the problem was how to actually win the fight. All of Juliette’s limbs were in use restraining Kim, but there was no way to knock her out.

“UNrrggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Kim tried to free herself, but her skinny arms and legs were too weak to break Juliette’s hold. There was only way way for her to free herself. Surging her head upwards, she landed a crushing headbutt to Juliette’s nose, forcing the red-head to stumble backwards, clenching her nose in pain.

“Ahhh, my nose! I think it’s broken!” screamed Juliette, forgetting the higher stakes that were on the line in this game for one fatal moment. Kim pounced on the moment of Juliette’s distraction to force her into a choke hold from behind, one arm around her forehead, the other around her neck. Before Juliette even understoodd the predicament, the pressure that would lose her the fight was being applied to her carotid artery. Her vision started to blur, fields of black interceding her vision. She knew the end was near, but memories of her family gave her a second wind in a last ditch effort to triumph over Kim and save her young brother and sister.

It was too late, however, the strength already robbed from her limbs as she weakly pounded on Kim’s heid with her flailing arms.

She failed her family, and she failed herself. For who knows how long, Juliette flickered through states of being barely conscious. She could barely make out the sounds of the announcer, then felt Kim loosen the chokehold. Juliette could see Kim exit from a side door, and a group of men wearing leather masks entered the arena in her place. A wave of terror overcame her as she could see that each man was naked except for small loincloths that were doing very poor jobs of constraining their stiffening cocks.

Oh my god oh my god, they’re going to rape me! You can get out of this if you try hard enough. Now, move! Juliette flopped around and tried to crawl away, but her strength was still robbed by the long choke hold. As the men stumbled closer and closer, more and more of Juliette’s strength returned, until, at last, she stumbled up onto her feet and ran forward, making only a few steps before she was finally overtaken. The burly men took no time at all to snap and lock leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and a spider-gag into her mouth.

“eeeehhe ettt eeee gooooooooo! Eeee….” Juliette plead for her salvation, but her gagged mumblings brought nothing but laughter from her assailants. Four pairs of grasping handss began to firmly fondle her body, slowly weaseling their way down her tubetop and tight pants. The groping hands probed her body, pinched her nipples, and squeezed her tits, all while she flailed around in their grasp, knowing that the end was near but struggling for freedom no matter how slight the odds.

A new wave of fear overcame her as the masked men tore free her tubetop and wrestled off her pants, leaving her only in her plain white panties, which lasted no more than three seconds and quick tug from even the scrawniest of her rapists-to-be. In one swift motion, the largest of the man rammed his cock into Juliette, her round tits swaying with the impact.

Juliette’s cries echoed through the domed arena, and in a moment of clarity amid her horror, she realized the nature of the arena. Behind each of those black panels of glass that comprised the dome was some wealthy spectator in a private booth, so amorally twisted that they would pay untold sums of cash to watch the kidnap and rape of pure innocent women, just like Juliette. In all likelihood, the kidnappings had been going on for years, and would continue to do so until a victor like Kim told the truth to the world.

Unfortunately, that was not meant to be. Behind the arena door, Kim consulted with the same man that had approached her on the way home from work three days ago. She collected her cash and began to make her way out of the arena, thrilled that she would be able to repay her loans.

Sadly for her, the announcers promise of freedom had been but a carrot on a stick, mere bait to ensure the woman gave the brutal fights the clientele loved paid for. Out of site from the main audience but recorded by hidden cameras from many angles, Kim Lane befell the same terrible fate that Juliette was suffering outside, her screams muffled by the thick metal doors.

Back in the arena, Juliette was experiencing a new world of pain that she had hardly imagined. Echoes of flesh slapping across her ass and face filled the arena as the masked men pounded all of her holes. Long drained of energy, Juliette merely let her arms and legs hang to her sides limply, the men triple teaming her as she laid down, impaled on one of their members. For hours, her assault never ended, the men clearly fueled by drugs to keep them going and going after they dumped their wretched seed into her.

Oh God, why is this happening to me? Why? Please… watch out for my brother and sister. The rancid taste in her mouth and the splitting pain in her ass and cunt damaged not only her body, but her mind, slowly twisting her into accepting that this was her life now; she would never see her dear siblings again, leaving them all alone in the world.

Finally, the men stopped raping Juliette and dumped her onto the ground with a thud. “Ughhh…” Juliette writhed on the floor in agony, her entire body sore and overflowing with cum. Once again, she broke down into tears from both the pain and sorrow. Her stomach began to rumble, uneasily filled with the seed of her rapists. “*cough* *cough*” It was starting to come up, and finally, Juliette spat forth a mouthful of cum which oozed off the sides of her face, down her cheeks, and into her red hair. The men returned a few minutes later with a hose and began to rinse Juliette down, making sure to shove the head into each of her holes to fully clean her out. At least I won’t get pregnant, though these monsters probably already had a plan for that.

Once the new slave was rinsed clean, one of the men snapped her wrist and ankle cuffs together behind her back, leaving her virtually hogtied. He then picked up the dripping Juliette over his shoulder and carried her out of the arena, where a serving cart was waiting. The man slammed Juliette down onto the metallic cart and walked away, knowing that their newest fucktoy was in no position to escape.

Within a minute, an Asian woman in a red dress took control of the metallic cart and led it towards an elevator. Once the two were alone in the elevator, the woman addressed Juliette. “Things are just getting started for you. I’ve helped hundreds of women into their new role, and I can tell that you are going to be quiet popular here, especially once people start hearing your little sob story. Our clients love despair, and they are sure to get a nice kick out of the fact that your failure here tonight will lead to the deaths of your sweet little brother and sister.”

“ooo cunt!” Juliette began thrashing around on top of the serving cart, but in her bound state, the woman easily got her under control.

“We have a little gift for you. A little memento so your clients will know who you are how you failed.” The woman attached a thick leather collar around Juliette’s neck and padlocked it shut in the back. A small dog tag hung from the front, and the Asian woman bent over and read the inscription to Juliette.

Juliette
Sister of Two
Fought for their lives, and failed.


The doors of the elevator opened up, and the woman pushed the cart down the hall with a smile on her face as Juliette continued to cry. Through her tear blurred vision, she could see a row of doors on her right side, guessing that the doors led to the private rooms for those sick and twisted clients that watched her fight and rape. At the third door, the woman knocked and said “Room service!”

The door opened up, and three women answered the door. The asian woman pushed the cart into the room and left Juliette to her fate.

In the darkness, she could see the three young women, no older than twenty, put on strap on dildos. She let loose a yelp as she was brutally yanked from the cart, and her assault began over again.

Bad End #8

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