#gang-raped

[rightnewshindi]

रीवा में नवविवाहिता के साथ 8 लोगों ने पति के सामने किया गैंगरेप, वीडियो किया वायरल; पढ़ें दहला देने वाली कहानी

MP Gangrape News: रीवा में पर्यटक स्थल पर नवविवाहित महिला से गैंगरेप के मामले ने लोगों तो हिला कर रख दिया है. यहां नवयुवा दंपति को बंधक बनाकर बदमाशों ने घिनौनी वारदात को अंजाम दिया. महिला के साथ गैंगरेप के इस मामले में गिरफ्तारियां हुई हैं. गैंगरेप और वीडियो वायरल करने की धमकी मालूम हुआ कि इस वारदात में कुल 8 आरोपी शामिल थे जिसमें 7 आरोपियों को पुलिस ने गिरफ्तार कर लिया है जबकि 1 आरोपी फरार है.…

[freepressjournals]

16-year-old girl critical after being kidnapped, gang-raped in Sohna

A 16-year-old minor girl was allegedly kidnapped and gang-raped by five youths in a village near Sohna town in the early hours on Wednesday.

GURUGRAM: A 16-year-old minor girl was allegedly kidnapped and gang-raped by five youths in a village near Sohna town in the early hours of Wednesday. All five accused are absconding and an FIR has been registered at Sohna City Police Station, they said. The girl has been hospitalised and is under treatment, they added.

According to the complainant, the girl’s parents were not at home when the incident happened. The minor, a student of class 8, and her younger brother and sister were at home when it happened, said the complainant who is also the victim’s uncle.

The complainant said that around 4 a.m. on Wednesday, he reached his brother’s house and found the girl missing. The uncle later saw five youths coming out from the house opposite to the victim’s house. “Even after searching a lot, when no clue was found, I returned home and saw that the gate of the house in front of my brother’s house was open and some of the boys came out running,” he said.

“At the same time, my brother’s daughter also came out of that house crying. My niece told me that five youths forcibly took her to the house opposite her own house, and gang-raped her,” the uncle further added in his complaint. The accused also stuffed a cloth in her mouth and threatened to kill her, the uncle said. On receiving information about the incident, a police team reached the scene.

The girl was taken to a hospital and her condition is still critical, police said. An FIR was subsequently registered against the five individuals, including three named accused, under Section 363 (abduction) of the IPC and Section 6 of the Protection of Children from Sexual Offences (POCSO)Act at Sohna City Police Station on Wednesday, police said.

“An FIR has been registered and the matter is under investigation. Allegations are yet to be proved and we are verifying the facts. Action will be taken as per law,” said Siddhant Jain, Deputy Commissioner of Police, South.

[ashcovenews]

Kerala teen gang-raped multiple times by boyfriend, friends in 7 months; 5 arrested

A 17-year-old girl in Kerala was gang-raped several times by her boyfriend and his friends since 2022.

Five people have been arrested for their alleged involvement in the gangrape of a 17-year-old girl multiple times since December 2022. The incident occurred in Kerala’s Pathanamthitta district.

Those arrested include the victim’s boyfriend, Sumesh, her friend, Shakti and three of his friends, Anoop, Abhijith and Aravind.

According to the police, Shakti initially befriended the girl in December 2022. Shakti called the girl out of her residence at night and subjected her to sexual assault. Later, Shakti, along with Anoop and his friends Abhijith and Aravind, arrived at the girl’s residence. In the presence of Aravind, the three accused gang-raped the minor girl.

The recent assault was done by her boyfriend Sumesh in June. Medical examination confirmed that the girl was the victim of a brutal sexual assault.

The incident came to light during a counselling session at the Child Welfare Committee.

It was then reported to police and a case was registered after recording of victim’s detailed statement. The girl then underwent a medical examination. The police have filed four cases under the Protection of Children from Sexual Offences (POCSO) Act, including charges of gang rape.

[thebharatexpress]

Woman gang-raped: महिला से गैंगरेप, एक नाबालिग समेत 3 आरोपियों ने की वारदात

Woman gang-raped : बिलासपुर। छत्तीसगढ़ की न्यायधानी बिलासपुर में एक महिला के साथ सामूहिक दुष्कर्म की खबर आ रही है। मिली जानकार के अनुसार महिला के साथ एक नाबालिग सहित 3 आरोपीयों ने दुष्कर्म की वारदात को अंजाम दिया है। सभी आरोपियों को पुलिस ने गिरफ्तार कर लिया है। इनके खिलाफ धारा 365,376 और 323 के तहत केस दर्ज किया है। यह मामला तखतपुर थाना क्षेत्र का बताया जा रहा है। Woman gang-raped : महिला से…

[internationalnewz]

Drugged, abducted: Myanmar woman gang-raped in Delhi

A refugee woman, who is a native of Myanmar, was allegedly gangraped by four people in the national capital, official sources said on Tuesday.

NEW DELHI: A refugee woman, who is a native of Myanmar, was allegedly gang-raped by four people in the national capital, official sources said on Tuesday.

According to sources, the heinous crime was reported from the Kalindi Kunj area of southeast Delhi. The victim woman, in her complaint to the police, alleged that she had come to visit someone in south-east Delhi area and that an unidentified auto driver allegedly drugged and abducted her and then took her to some secluded place.

Four people, including the auto-driver, then raped the victim woman. Accordingly, based on the complaint of the woman, the police have registered a case under sections 365 (kidnapping or abducting with intent secretly and wrongfully to confine person), 368 (wrongfully concealing or keeping in confinement, kidnapped or abducted person), 376 (rape), 323 (voluntarily causing hurt), and 506 (criminal intimidation) of the Indian Penal Code and began probing the matter.

Meanwhile, Delhi Commission for Women chairperson Swati Maliwal, taking suo-motu cognizance of the media reports, issued a notice to the Delhi Police seeking a detailed action report. The police must now respond to the women's commission by Wednesday, March 1.

[wordexpress]

Myanmar Woman Gang-Raped By 4 Men In Delhi: Cops

The Myanmar woman alleged that she was made unconscious and abducted by an auto-rickshaw driver in the Kalindi Kunj area before being gang raped.

New Delhi: A Myanmarese woman was allegedly gang-raped by four people in the national capital, informed Delhi Police today.

The Myanmar woman alleged that she was made unconscious and abducted by an auto-rickshaw driver in the Kalindi Kunj area before being gang raped.

According to Delhi Police officials, the woman is a registered refugee.

"A case has been registered by the police following her complaint," a police officer said.

According to the complaint, she was visiting somewhere in Southeast Delhi, along with her husband, for the treatment of their daughter, when the auto driver abducted her and took her to an isolated location.

"We registered a case on February 25 under IPC sections 365, 368, 376d,323, and 506," said a police official.

An investigation is underway, police informed further.

Earlier, on February 3, a three-year-old was allegedly gang-raped by two persons in Delhi's Fatehpur Beri area.

A woman reached Delhi's Fatehpur Beri Police Station along with her daughter aged about three years, stating that her daughter had gone missing.

She said she was looking for her daughter when her neighbour, Rani, informed her that she had seen her daughter walking near the jungle area.

The neighbour claimed further that she had also seen two persons going in the same direction, towards the Jungle area.

According to the mother, they searched the area and found the child crying and bleeding from her private part. When the mother enquired about what had happened, the child kept crying.

The child was taken for her medical examination to a hospital.

Following the complaint, the police swung into action and apprehended the accused.

The accused were iidentified as Ramniwas Panika (27) and Shaktiman Singh (22). Both belong to Sidhi district in Madhya Pradesh, officers said, adding that they were booked.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Can you talk more about the fandom's ableism with Ink and Killer??im quite curious!/gen (reference to your reblog tags)

I can try, but know im not an expert and also bigger knowledgeable inks fans are welcome to chime in.

So we all know how Ink is soulless, yes? It is because of this that people take it as an excuse to demonize them and make them evil, fake, manipulative, abusive, a bad parent, a rapist—everything under the sun simply because he’s soulless, lacks empathy.

Some people claim he doesn’t feel emotions because of his soullessness all the time and the paint vials he takes are just “fake emotions,” but in actuality Ink needs those paints to function (because without them Ink becomes an unmoving husk and this makes him extremely vulnerable to being used and taken advantage of), and to feel. It’s basically medication that he needs.

Not to mention; Ink is clearly a neurodivergent character, having hyperfixations and everything. This breeds depictions of “Ink is so stupid,” “Ink is a child,” “Ink needs to be leashed and treated like an animal,” “everyone is tired of and hates ink because ink is annoying.”

You see this type of thing with Killer a lot too in his fanon depictions, and this is because it’s a pretty agreed upon headcanon that Killer has ADHD; it’s just that most people clearly don’t do any research into how Ink and Killer’s ADHD/Autism are disorders, how they actually impact them as characters and their lives rather then how they annoy and inconvenience everyone else around them, infantilize and dehumanize them by treating them like hyperactive idiotic children or animals that need to be kept on a leash—is stereotypical depictions of ADHD with the typical “hyperactive talking a lot so annoying oh my god can you just shut up?” and “can’t ever stop moving or talking” and just generally have other characters be ableist and abusive as fuck towards them both and play it off as if it’s supposed to be funny to be talked to like that just because something they have no control over was a little annoying today.

there’s no discussions or depictions how this stuff effects either of them. Killer already has a dissociative disorder and CPTSD and can’t trust his own memory, and Ink has short term memory loss so bad he needs to write things down on their scarf just to keep track of it, and yet Killer’s memory issues are completely ignored because he has to be the silly haha comedy relief that all the characters use as their punching bag and Ink’s is only ever brought up in any serious capacity to paint them as a bad parent who would forget that his children even exists.

Killer and Ink are both characters with little to no empathy for others; and this is used to demonize them, or is completely ignored by giving Ink a soul or and forcing Killer into Stage 1 as their quick fixes.

Their lack of empathy and emotionlessness is only ever brought up to use them as villains in another character’s story; which is extra fucked up when people refuse to acknowledge that Killer is a canonical victim of literal conditioning, abuse, torture, kidnapping, and literal fucking trafficking.

People are demonizing someone who is literally trapped in a trafficking ring and being sent out as weapon of terrorism by Nightmare under threat of torture, death, and replacement all because, oh. He’s emotionless. He’s sadistic. He doesn’t act like a perfect victim curling up in a ball crying from guilt every single day and why doesn’t he just say no?

Killer isn’t perfect but people like to pretend he has more control and power than he does and like he actually wants this when the man doesn’t even know what he wants because he became who he needed to be to survive. People seem dumbfounded by the concept that victims will mirror their abusers to survive and that obviously won’t make them good people, but killer doesn’t consider himself people.

It’s never brought up how Ink’s memory loss and his lack of paints making him a husk would make him very easily to abuse and use and lie to and manipulate and take advantage. It’s never brought up how Ink thinks and feels about upsetting or losing friends because he forgot their names, or their birthdays, or when they were meeting up and where, and no matter how hard he tries things just keep slipping from his mind.

It’s never brought up how Stage 2’s indifference and overwhelming apathy and dehumanizing view of himself (and others, just like Ink, who sees others as characters in a story whereas Killer sees people more like codes programmed to follow specific scripts and roles in a long series of games and tests and just not real), means he is a lot more likely to be used and abused and taken advantage of—and yes, raped, because for some reason people really really love making Killer a sexual predator as if he’s not the one most likely to be abused in that manner—means he’d likely just accept whatever someone does to him (especially if he believes they’re stronger than him) because why should he care? Nothing matters anyway. There’s no point in resisting, why bother. This is how it was always supposed to end, and nothing is real anyway. This doesn’t affect me, i don’t have emotions, im not real. I’m not a person.

The only form of control Killer would have is playing along. Acting, pretending he enjoys it and is having fun—but ultimately, he doesn’t know if he does or not. Where does he begin and the act end. He doesn’t know, but if everyone around him is telling him one thing, then it must be true.

Stage 2 wouldn’t see himself as a victim or anything that happened to him as anything particularly significant. Nightmare asks him to do something and he does it because why not is what he thinks—it’s just how it works, Nightmares stronger. He ignores what would happen if he drug his feet or attempted to refuse because to him it’s just logical that he’d be punished for that, and he likes pain anyway, so enjoying means he must’ve wanted it.

(Does this justify the people he hurts when commanded to, triggered to, provoked, or when his dehumanization of others and conditioning leads him to do pretty awful abusive shit to them out of sadism or curiosity or just needing to feel in control? No, of course not. Any of his victims are allowed to hate him or feel however they want about him.

Doesn’t mean we have to ignore that he’s also a victim and has even less control than he allows others to see or know about, and that he himself likely refuses to acknowledge or look at too deeply.)

Which is another thing a lot of people use to justify Nightmare’s abuse of Killer. That he’s masochistic and sometimes pushes and provokes Nightmare into hurting him—the idea that it’s not actually abuse because he “wanted it” and “liked it” or that he’s somehow as bad as Nightmare because “he provoked him.”

He cannot access the emotions and trauma and fear and moral concerns and safety concerns of his other Stages because that is the entire point of his dissociative disorder and his conditioning. This makes him easy to control and this how he’s survived and remained even somewhat functioning.

Not to mention. The idea that Ink and Killer need to “learn empathy” or “learn emotions” to be better or good people, and not because being in touch with emotions is an important thing everyone should learn especially victims of abuse and those with trauma and that having little to no empathy is not some moral failing on their end or says something about the type of people they are. It just means they struggle to relate to others, understand their emotions, or feel others emotions as if it were their own.

There’s also the matter of some people trying to say that because Ink is soulless he is AroAce. That is not true, is both aro/aphobic and ableist. Ink is both soulless and AroAce and these are two completely separate things—they’d still be AroAce even if they had a soul.

There’s probably a whole lot more that can be said about this, but I’ll end it right here. Others can add on or correct me.

[slimewares]

thinking more about like the trans guy and his cis dude bros...

imagine being at a party with all your guy friends and the one guy you showed your dick to tells you that you should show the others (he only remembers that but "conveniently" doesn't remember fucking and cumming inside of you while he thought you were sleeping), so being crossfaded and feeling kinda slutty, you do, secretly hoping the evening ends up the way it did before. while there is some of the same curiosity that your one friend showed last time, it soon devolves as they begin pulling your legs apart and spreading you open to get a better look. innocent prodding quickly turns into them hungrily groping you. not just your pussy, they also start kneading your chest, tweaking your nipples, and one of your friends even starts tracing your scars with his tongue. before you can push him off, you're caught off guard as you feel two thick fingers slide into your wet cunt. one pair of hands pushes down your hips and another pushes down your shoulders, whether this is meant to ground you and make you feel secure as your friends start taking turns fingering you or meant to stop you from trying to leave, you have no way of knowing. as you open your mouth to protest, your head is leaned back and a cock is shoved into your mouth. your friend starts to fuck your throat and you have no choice to moan around it as you feel a warm, wet mouth begin sucking on your own tdick. you involuntarily writhe and buck your hips as you feel your orgasm approaching from all the stimulation to your gspot and dick. you hear the chorus of laughs and jeers of your friends.

"yo, look at him! he's so fucking wet"

"fuck, he must really be getting off on this"

"his throat feels so fucking good"

"oh yeah, take it!"

"he's getting super tight, I think he's gonna cum"

you whimper and whine around the dick in your mouth as you feel yourself teeter on the brink of your orgasm before the fingers inside you and the mouth on your cock suddenly pull away. the cock in your mouth also pulls out, allowing you to catch your breath. he seems to be talking to the others. the tip still rubs against your lips though, and you begin licking and kissing at his cock in a desperate attempt to get them to allow you to cum. you hear a noise like someone opening a wrapper mixed in with the sounds of shocked laughter before something hard begins to slip into your cunt. you look between your legs and see that one of your friends is sliding his cock into you. you suppose that its good that he's at least wearing a condom. he begins fucking into you at a slow pace, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch of his cock as he pushes all the way to the back. he nods to the guy standing by your head and suddenly your head is tilted back again and your mouth once again filled with cock. they fuck you in sync, slowly matching the other's thrusts as he pushes into you slow and deep. but soon the one in your pussy, no doubt effected by how tight and close you are, begins fucking you quickly and desperately.

"fuck, his pussy's so perfect, I'm not gonna last"

he pants and whines and you feel his cock start to throb inside of you. he starts rubbing your cock and you can faintly hear him whimpering to himself.

"please cum with me, please please cum with me!"

without thinking, you lock your legs around his hips and pull him closer to you as you cum around his cock. you feel him twitch and pulse inside of you, filling the condom. he gives a small kiss to your collar before pulling out of you. the cock in your throat continues to fuck you and you think you feel another cock line up with your hole as you begin to lose consciousness.

when you wake up, all of your clothes are back on, but your cunt feels so loose and wet. you wonder just how many of them fucked you and as you feel a large amount of cum begin to seep out of you, you realize that not all of them were as considerate as the first guy who used a condom. when you see your friends again, everything seems normal and they all say that you passed out at the party so just let you sleep on the couch. but they ask if you wanna come to another party that they're thinking of holding with a bunch of guys you don't know. of course you accept.

[rightnewshindi]

रामायण सीरियल देखकर घर जा रही युवती के साथ चार लड़कों ने बेहोश होने तक किया गैंगरेप; एक गिरफ्तार

#Gangrape #Ramayan रामायण सीरियल देखकर घर जा रही युवती के साथ चार लड़कों ने बेहोश होने तक किया गैंगरेप; एक गिरफ्तार

Jharkhand News: झारखंड में गढ़वा जिले के भंडरिया थाना क्षेत्र में दुर्गा मंडप से रामायण सीरियल देख कर वापस घर जा रही एक 19 वर्षीय युवती के साथ चार युवकों के द्वारा सामूहिक दुष्कर्म किए जाने का मामला प्रकाश में आया है। इस घटना में शामिले एक युवक को पुलिस ने हिरासत में लिया है। जबकि अन्य आरोपियों की गिरफ्तारी के लिए पुलिस छापेमारी कर रही है। यह घटना उस समय हुई, जब युवती ने अपने गांव में नवरात्र के…

[ephemerasnape]

I couldn't sleep, so have a dark, smutty one-shot.

Dawn of Regret 🔞

Poacher Executioner x You/MC

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!” RAPE

Rape / Seduction / Teasing / Age Difference / Size Difference / First Time / Loss of Virginity / Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Read below the cut or on ao3.

Ends up the great ancient magic-wielding Hogwarts student ain’t so hot without her wand.

Your mind races with regrets as you ponder the situation you find yourself in. How could I have been so stupid? In the end, a simple Expelliarmus was all it took to have you groveling in the dirt before the dark wizards in the poacher camp you’d been raiding.

You’d been readily captured, your wand snapped in front of your horrified eyes, and taken, well, to bed with one of them. The very thought sends shudders through your body. 

You haven't gotten a wink of sleep the entire night, and can already see the sun begin to creep into the tent where you are being held. Being held very closely, one might add. As you'd laid on the uncomfortable cot for the past many hours, your wrists secured tightly behind your back, and your torso further secured around that of a massive Executioner, you’d done little but think of ways you might escape.

Finally, the Executioner shifts in his sleep, giving you the opportunity you’ve been waiting for - his warm body wrapping even more fully around yours. What is on-its-face repulsive gives you a fleeting hope - you are aware that getting out of this situation will involve trickery more than stealth given the nature of the predicament you’re in – and thus your brilliant plan is hatched.

One of the Executioner’s hands is laid on the cot right in front of your nose. You look at it, wondering how dirty it is. It looks surprisingly clean but the guy overall strongly resembles a caveman. Half beast himself.. And you can’t imagine his hygiene is the best. It certainly doesn’t smell the best, although his muskiness does hold a certain masculine appeal, you are loathe to admit.

With a slight grimace, you crane your head forward slightly, tentatively sticking your tongue out and pressing it against his pointer finger. There’s no response. Screwing your eyes shut, you move your tongue slowly up over the length of the finger. It takes several swipes of your tongue to elicit any reaction, but you do feel the Executioner – you believe his name is Mortimus – twitch slightly in his sleep.

Gaining confidence, you move your head a fraction of an inch forward, so that you’re able to engulf his entire finger in your mouth. The massive wizard grunts behind you, and you become even bolder, beginning to suck diligently on his digits.

He begins to stir, and you wonder whether he’s waking up. You can certainly feel something waking up right against your buttocks.

This could actually work…

You swirl your soft pink tongue around his finger, up and down, and alternate with suction, getting so lost in your task you don’t even really notice when the Executioner begins to wake. He gradually pulls you more tightly against him, his breathing raspy behind your ear. You keep sucking on his finger until he decisively drags your hips back towards him, bringing you into direct contact with what feels like an absolute battering-ram of an erection.

“Crupmite,” he growls, fully-awake now, he props himself up a bit on one elbow so that he can watch as he begins to gently thrust his finger in and out your pouted lips.

“Tryin’ to get a wizard all worked up, eh?”

You flush furiously but don’t otherwise react as he finger-fucks your mouth – feeling a bit paralyzed in fear or anticipation.

“Certainly givin’ me... ideas…”

You’d thought, well – you’d hoped that if you could distract him, get him to untie you.. Maybe let his guard down… You might have a chance of making it past the apparition wards around the tent.

But now, in the moment, with him gazing down at you, you wish ardently that you’d waited for another opportunity. You can literally feel the lust emanating off of the wizard – his eyes seemingly boring into your skin as your face burns with humiliation.

Until now, he’d just seen you as a pesky little brat that he had to deal with. Now he sees you as a pesky little witch who is in his bed.

And you see him – sort of. From what you can see from the corner of your eye, he’s apparently taken off his mask at some point, and a ruggedly-handsome face is exposed. Masculine for sure. Not young, not old. Relatively normal-looking for a professional killer. You struggle to make out the details and nervously your eyes dart up towards him just in time to watch a grin spread across his face.

“Seems ye might be good fer somethin’ after all, crupmite,” he gloats, withdrawing his finger from your mouth – a trail of saliva following it. He runs his wet finger gently across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine which settles between your legs. 

When he begins to untie the ropes around your waist, your heart is pounding so furiously that you nearly forget your plan, but the man seemingly has you figured. “Thought ye could trick me, eh?” he teases, his broad hands never leaving your body for even a moment. “I might look like a lumbering oaf, but I’m not actually daft.”

He keeps a firm grip on your robes as he maneuvers himself so that he’s facing you on the cot. Even seated he towers over your small form.

“I’m sorry, crupmite. Ye don’t get to suck my cock today. Nuffink personal, it’s just that it’s too risky. But that doesn’t mean we can’t ‘ave our fun.”

Your face goes white. “What do you…”

Suddenly, you’re pushed onto your back, the man pinning your upper arms down to the cot as he leans over you, leering at you with a menacing expression on his face.

“Ah! Please.. my wrists!” you cry, struggling in vain to get the pressure off of them.

“Thought I’d untie ye so ye could escape, did ya?” he chuckles darkly. “Not likely.”

And so he doesn’t untie you, but even Mortimus has to admit that having your hands behind you, contorting your chest upwards in that position, is not ideal, and so instead he wraps some ropes – not by magic, but, surprisingly, by hand – around your middle, securing your arms to your sides instead before he releases them from behind your back.

You sigh in relief at the removal of the crushing weight from your delicate wrists, only to realize moments later you are still in immediate danger.

What have I gotten myself into?

The enormous man moves forward then, licking your cheek with a broad tongue. You turn away, your face scrunched up in disgust, only to have it forcibly turned back towards him.

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!”

He’s fully on you then – his tongue down your throat, causing you to squeal and squirm as he thrusts the organ in and out of your mouth possessively, and you know that it’s a promise of things to come.

Your mouth occupied, Mortimus reaches down to effortlessly part your thighs despite your pathetic attempts to keep them closed. Without a fraction of a doubt remaining in regard to what is about to happen, you scream into his mouth, and move to bite down on his tongue, only to find that he’s anticipated the action and withdrawn in time.

“Ah-ah,” he admonishes, wagging a finger above your face. “There’ll be none of that. After all, I’m on orders to turn you in to Rookwood alive, an’ if you bite me, all bets are off.”

Your desperation boils over. “Please, sir,” you whimper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Don’t do this. I’ve never… I’m-”

You can’t make eye contact and you certainly can’t finish your sentence. You just lay there, your face beet red - helpless, exposed, and at the mercy of a dark wizard...

A dark wizard who laughs at your misery and humiliation.

“Mmmm… Tha’s perfect,” Mortimus growls, stroking over your chest and stomach, squeezing where he pleases. “So I’ll be yer first…” He yanks down his trousers then, causing you to begin crying in earnest.

This is going to happen...

“No.. No!”

The Executioner smiles maliciously down at you as he leans back just enough for you to be able to watch him fisting his massive erection. 

“An’ there’s no guarantee you’ll ever be able to take another cock after this one.”

You scream as the man presses you down with one arm, using the hand to easily cover your mouth – half-blocking your nose, causing you further distress as your breathing is partially obstructed.

You kick and writhe to get away, desperately trying to protect the sensitive area between your legs. No one has ever touched or even seen you down there before, and to have this man be the first is just unthinkable.. but your struggles are to no avail – the Executioner is too strong, and before you know it, a firm, blunt object is pressing up against your vulnerable opening.

“Your mouth says no,” Mortimus chuckles, running the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, “but your cunt says yes.”

He keeps your mouth covered, stifling your pleas and cries as he forces himself into you. Although you realize he’s probably going a lot more slowly than is physically necessary, the sheer size of his penis splitting you open devastates your maidenhood, sending an intense pain coursing through you.

You are bawling as the man on top of you groans, having broken through your virgin barrier and fully-embedded himself inside your tight passage.

“Merlin…”

The pain is overtaken by humiliation and as your cries turn to quiet sobs, the Executioner begins to move. He’s so tall and broad that you can only see the buttons and rough hand-stitching on his vest – his face seems miles away while he's joined to you at the hip.

When you’ve quieted sufficiently, Mortimus removes his hand from your mouth and instead places it on your knee to keep you spread wide.

“Such a tight little- Fuck,” he gasps, his cock pistoning in and out of you in earnest. His heavy breathing consumes your world as you silently pray for him to finish quickly - for this ordeal to be over.

The Executioner pounds you relentlessly, pulling your body up slightly to get better access – deeper in your cunt – his thick meat battering your cervix.

“Not what ye ‘oped would come of that little stunt, I wager,” he breathes, smashing his wide pelvis into your comparatively tiny one over and over again in rough, forceful movements.

Your tears wet the pelts underneath your head just as you can imagine your blood does your skirts, but you"re crying not so much from physical pain as from despair as you’re violated by this colossal wizard and his colossal prick.

And, all the worse, it was almost entirely your doing.

Seconds later, the Executioner stiffens and a bestial groan of pleasure fills the tent. His imposing form jerks against yours as his release floods your womb.

No…

He collapses onto you then, panting into your ear. As he comes out of his lust-filled haze, he notices your soft whimpers and sobs. To your utter surprise, the man presses a kiss to the side of your face.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he offers, petting your damp hair in a soothing gesture that you can’t be sure isn’t mockery before he continues as if having read your very thoughts. “’Twas yer own idea, after all.”

[gacha-incels]

the previous articles about “isekai pongpongnam” posted don’t get in to the history of the “dishwashing theory” term, it’s a lot more disturbing than it’s already being presented. it involves talking about gang rape (not in detail) so I’ll put it under a cut

[daenerys-targaryen]

thinking about how dany had less rights than her husband's horse yet some ppl still act like she had any sort of agency in the relationship

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I like it when in fanfics souls are something that are either shown only during fights or in an extremely personal/intimate setting. Mainly because of Killer since that's basically like a guy that just constantly got his dong out and nobody says anything about it.

If he ever puts his dong away, hed probably melt.

imagine being physically unable to put your dong away and knowing that if you try you’ll probably become goo and die, and now everyone has to stare at your dong and some of them feel they have the right to touch it too.

{ @unamzi }

[iidsch]

ok first episode done i adore the animation and the story seems fun so far but also wow you can really tell this is an anime (derogatory)

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 11

Part 1 Next

Notice the content warnings pls

Content: on-screen rape, whipping, forced to watch, multiple whumpers, noncon nudity

"Please--" Michael wriggled back as grips shifted and the gangsters struggled to roll him onto his chest.

As his chest smacked into the floor for like, the fourth time that week, he sobbed harder. His back was still bruised, too. This was going to be too much.

Jordie accepted the cord from Pete. Someone pulled Michael's shirt up all the way to his shoulders.

"I--I had no fucking choice!" Michael roared through his gritted teeth, keeping his head off the ground to watch Jordie's dreaded approach.

Jordie gave him an unassuming glance and twirled the cord, measuring his distance as the gangsters holding Michael down readjusted their grips to keep from accidentally getting hit.

Don't scream. Michael told himself. You're a grownup, you can't scream.

Then there was a woosh as Jordie brought the stiff cord down on Michael's back.

A grunt came through Michael's throat, despite him holding his breath, even as he felt one of the stripped wires prodruding from the end of the cord zip into his flesh, adding a cutting sting to the heavy impact.

He jerked involuntarily, choking himself off so he didn't scream.

Two hit across his hips, eliciting a choked gasp from his throat. The fourth burst the scream out of his chest. He could hardly take three of these, let alone twenty.

"Please, no, no, please!" He screamed as the cord struck again. And again.

His screams for mercy did nothing. They never did in the past either.

He'd lost count somewhere around nine, writhing and muddled and trying pointlessly to kick away the powerful hands holding him.

Woosh. Split. Blood trickled down his ribcage and thighs as he jerked, wailing after every lash. No more words ame to his mind. Just relentless agony over his entire body.

It felt like forever, like it was never done.

And then suddenly it stopped.

He glanced back at Jordie, then he felt a twisted relief as the man tossed the bloody cord over to Pete, who picked it up distastefully.

Michael rolled onto his side with another wail as the stinging, bruising bites all over his back and legs started to fully register. There was no energy to sob. Just the breathy whinies that didn't express even a tenth of the pain.

"Alright," Michael heard Pyscho walk closer. "Now strip him."

Michael tried to get up, cursed, and moaned as he barely moved an arm and leg. He wanted to at least crawl away, get his back to that wall of crates behind him.

They were already pulling off his shirt, despite his weak resistance and wordless cries. Someone's fingers hooked into his underwear, scraping down his butt as they pulled his pants don. The cloth had been stuck into the wounds on his legs, and it burned and stung even more as they ripped it off.

The pain didn't take away the humiliation and horror of being stripped naked in front of these monsters. And his scars down his arms burned so much they almost echoed hte bleeding rips down his back.

He could see drips of his red blood on the seasoned pine floor.

"Start the call," The boss said. "And who's up for this?" He gestured at Michael, still moaning on the ground. "Somebody oughta make use of him. It's our last chance to lure 'em out before the Huers are too strong."

Michael rolled onto his knees with a gasp of anguish, old tears dripping off his nose as he tried to crawl away from the man behind him.

A hand landed on his naked leg, slipping in blood as Michael jerked it away.

Then Jordie's boot came down on his back. He screamed as the wounds lit up again.

The other guy walked up behind him.

He heard him kneel, unzip his jeans, and touch his butt, running his fingers up form his balls to between his cheeks.

Chills ran up Michael's spine as he gulped back nausea and shame.

"You don't have to." He choked out. "I can sell it for you."

The guy behind him chuckled.

"I know," He said, "but I want to."

He felt it twitching between his cheeks and gritted his teeth as the man spread him, then pushed inside slowly. It ripped, and ripped, wider and wider, and Michael screamed and lurched, but the nails of the rapist dug under his hips and pinned him as he drove in.

"Hold still, or I won't be so gentle."

Michael cursed and cried, trying not to buck again as the man rhythmically ripped him apart inside.

"So what you're telling me is no one from Columbus answered." Morgan paced backand forth, intermittently raking his nails over his scalp until it burned.

"It's not like there's a time constraint, is there sir?" Al answered.

Morgan ground his teeth. Of course there wasn't. Acting like there was a time constraint would be walking straight into the Westsiders' trap.

"Alright, fine, then." Morgan said. "We're going in with who we have."

"Sir, uh..."

"Are you questioning me?"

"No sir, no." Al replied hastily. "But... if you could tell me why you're in such a hurry, we could put our heads together.."

Morgan moved over to his laptop.

"Yeah, you're right. See... They've got Huer property." He opened up the email, frowning at the icon of the video. "And they're rubbing it in my face." He clicked his tongue. "I'm sending this to you. I want you to show the others. I'll call a meeting in a couple days or so and see what friends we can rustle up."

"Days? That's not going to be--sir..."

"Did I stutter?"

Morgan's irritable orders were cut short by the sound of a Skype call notification.

Immediately he hung up. it was the 0605 number. He recognized it from last time.

He stared at the screen, then noticed the messages they'd been sending him.

"Come and get him if you still want him."

"He's really getting it."

"You might want to hurry."

Morgan rolled his eyes and growled a curse. Then he hit the green icon and put his thumb over his camera while he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

The screen lit up and Michael's weakened screams filled the room.

"N--no don't, please!" His trembling vioce pitched upward into a whine of agony. His grimacing face was barely visible in the corner of the screen, the rest being filled with a mass of red and orange blur. For a second Morgan couldn't process what he was looking at.

Then it registered.

Michael was naked. He aws crying. Actually crying. He was covered in bruises, dripping blood down the back and legs. Morgan had a sickened feeling as he recognized the effects of a flogging. Narrow fingers curled around his brother's bloody hips, starting to thrust in rhythm. Rape. They were raping him.

Morgan hissed and turned away, rage heating up his hands, balled up into fists.

He tried not to hear the pained grunts and whines coming from michael. He shouldn't be reacting like that. That wasn't how Michael was. If it wasn't enough to make him scream, Michael would be begging, reasoning... And with what was happening, screaming in pain for sure. The man was being cruelly rough. But even though Michael's mouth opened as if to yell, all that came out were unbelievably high-pitched sobs.

His hoarse voice sounded broken. And the tears and blood. Fuck.

"You want us to stop?"

Morgan recognized the voice as Psycho, the self-proclaimed leader of the Westsiders.

"You gonna let us keep raping the Huer property--"

"No!" Morgan's shout erupted from his chest without warning.

Then he shot a hand out and slammed the laptop shut.

Fuck it, they were going in now.

Taglist:

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Whumped-by-glitter thank you for the writing assistance for the first half of this chapter!

[rightnewshindi]

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