Chapter 2 - Kidnapping Rae



“OWA! OWA! OWA!”




Valyrae’s head swung out the window with a playful smile, eyes closed at the incoming wind.




“Hey, c’mon, get back in here.” 




Hasan pulled at her waist, bringing her back in. Rae gave a fake groan, sad at him pulling at her reigns. Resting her head back against the car seat, she smiled anyways, looking at the deserted road ahead.




It had been hard to smile these days. When Miyoung disappeared without a word, a gloom fell over the OfflineTV circle like never before. However, gloom does as all things do when subjected to time: fade away.




Not by much though. Rae and Hasan were on a trip out of town. The burden of carrying on streaming as though nothing had changed was too great for them to carry, and after just a couple of weeks of continuing the two of them decided it was time for a break.




“Hey, eyes on the road dingus,” Rae flicked Hasan’s forehead.




“Huh,” Hasan looked up from his phone, a text image flashing on the screen, “Oh– my bad.”




Hasan seemed a little more upbeat. Rae felt good that he was doing better. They were heading into a city near Vegas, where Miyoung had gone missing. A short vacation was all they needed, and Hasan said that he knew the perfect spot. The sunset cascaded on the desert sands, gloriously illuminating the vacant travel ways. It reached its conclusion on an extravagant car parked outside a run-down bar.




A giggling Rae and a roaring Hasan made up most of the talking happening in the establishment. Even without their personas on streaming display, they were still very extroverted, fun people. The other people in the club ogled from their seats in the corner, intrigued by the appearance of new customers.




“God everyone here looks so seedy,” Rae whispered to Hasan, “I’m getting the heebie jeebies from these guys.”




“Hey don’t be rude,” Hasan replied. He put a hand on her arm to calm her. “They’re the friends offering us a place to stay.”




Rae narrowed her eyes, dropping her head down to stare him down better. “Really. These people–” 




She turned around to look at them once again. A sad, sad state of men met her eyes. She slowly turned back to Hasan.




“They’ve got a place for us to stay in? For a vacation?”




“Yup,” Hasan responded. He downed the shot glass quickly, before pushing it toward the bartender. The bartender, in turn, took it while avoiding his gaze. “They’ve got something that’ll cheer us up about Miyoung too. They said she came to this very spot before she went missing.”




Rae's mouth dropped. Her arms gestured around. “W-well? What about the police? Did they talk to them?”




“Yeah but they couldn’t help,” Hasan said with a sigh. He stood up, turning around to them. “But I thought it might be… good for us to hear about her as she was.” Rae frowned at him.




“Don’t say that.”




“Say what.”




“‘As she was.’” Rae repeated. Crestfallen pupils easily stood out despite the dark interior. “She could still be here.”




“You’re right.” Hasan apologized. “I’m sorry.”




The men bunched up in the corner upped and began swarming around the two of them. As they got closer, Rae tightened up her posture, inching her stool forward toward the counter. Hasan turned to them and greeted them. 




“Hey, how’s it going.” He shook the hand of the one at the front. “Hasan.”




A hand reached back to give a firm handshake. The recipient smiled back at him. “Name’s Alex.”




—




“No, it’s no problem at all, seriously!”




“Really?” Rae placed her hands over her heart as the tips of her smile drooped in gratitude. “You guys are so nice!”




After talking about Miyoung’s brief moment in the bar together, mourning merrily with toasts and grievances, they had decided to turn in for the night. Alex and Rae were going up the stairs, trailing the back of the pack, while the other guys led Hasan to the room the two were told they’d be staying for the night.




“We really needed this.”




“You should be thanking your boyfriend over here, to be honest,” Alex chuckled, “Although we reached out with our condolences, he was the one that set everything up. He really wanted everything to come together for you.” 




Rae smiled fondly, transfixed up at Hasan’s back. “He’s pretty great, isn’t he?”




Alex simply mirrored her expression in response. 




“We’re here,” one of the guys at the front mumbled, dangling the keys in front of the door to get the room unlocked. It swung open after some heavy fidgeting and unlocking, revealing a dim room. The benefactors gestured for them to head on in first, to which Hasan politely obliged. Rae followed suit, albeit slightly nervous about the dark. Everyone else filed in behind them, closing the door with a bolt of the lock before turning on the light.




Suddenly, a high-pitched scream filled the room. 




Miyoung was squirming on a mat on the ground, naked, bound, and gagged, peering wide-eyed in a mixture of feelings up at the audience she had before her. It was the same mood of disgust at the gang that had been raping her for the better half of a month, but also a new tone of hope at seeing two people she had known. For someone who’d been held captive for this long, she looked well-groomed still. She herself, however, was not the originator of the shout. 




Rae stood there shocked, crouched down with hands over her mouth. A testament to her great survival instinct, she tried to turn around and bolt, flailing her arms around to push the interlopers aside. However, the moment her limbs extended outward, they were immediately snatched up and pinned. As quick as a flash, Rae found herself fully grappled: hands behind her back, pushed down onto her knees, and with a hand being placed onto her mouth. She struggled but it was pretty clear to all parties involved how hopeless it was looking for her to overpower the four men grabbing her. As soon as she realized that she was in an inescapable situation, she turned to Hasan in the hopes that he was alright. He was taking off his shirt, walking up to the man talking to her earlier, Alex. A brief, naive hope sparked inside of her thinking that somehow her boyfriend would fight, would be able to get her out of this situation, but it was crushed the moment he spoke.




“Fucking finally, I’ve been waiting to get a piece of this all day.”




That was all Rae was left with before she was dragged over to another mattress, clothes being torn apart as she screamed helplessly. She didn’t even have the time to think of Hasan’s betrayal as, suddenly, the slimy, intrusive feeling of hands groping and molesting her now exposed private regions swarmed her mind. She tried and tried to move her arms, arching her back to put the entirety of her weight in her escape, but all that was really needed were two men, one to grab ahold of both her hand above her head and one to put the shackles around her ankles. The rest of their seemingly countless numbers took their turns to enjoy Rae’s voluptuous curves. Tears streamed Rae’s eyes as the severity of her position sank in.




“N-NO! STOP PLEASE– AGH!”




As Rae was being stripped and raped on the corner mattress, on the other side of the room Hasan was unbuckling his belt.




“Not gonna go join the rest of your friends?” Hasan asked Alex.




“Curious about how badly you wanted Miyoung to sell your girl out like that,” Alex retorted, a hint of jovial surprise on his face. “Just wanted to spectate a little bit. Besides…”




He turned over to Rae still screaming, voice cracking with fear and desperation. Most of her clothes had been torn away to show off her assets, with only strips of cloth left intact. Alex looked back at him.




“I like my women broken in.”




Hasan shrugged and made his way over to Miyoung. If he had any qualms about the way his girlfriend was being treated, it certainly didn’t show. Miyoung crawled away pitifully, looking like a worm on the dirt. Her initial hope– it appeared she hadn’t learned her lesson on hoping yet– had been replaced by despair unlike anything she’s felt since the first time she had been drugged. His giant figure got ahold of her and bent her over his lap. Her cuffs prevented her from doing much in response. All that was left were her legs flailing.




“NNGH! MMPHhh!”




Miyoung made her pain and agony very well-expressed, even through the gag.




“She’s more well-trained than this,” Alex mulled, “We just tied her up because we thought that she might do something unpredictable with you showing up. Seems seeing some old friends lit her up again.”




Hasan didn’t bother to respond. His hand slipped between her legs and Miyoung immediately tightened up her thighs, refusing him entrance. 




“I’m doing you a favor,” Hasan said, irked by her non-compliance. He turned her over to look at his figure. His massive, erect cock was unlike anything Miyoung had seen before. She paled at the thought of it entering her. “I think you’d like to get foreplay for this.”




Miyoung’s brows drooped in horror, and it caused her to fight back harder. She squirmed and squirmed, crawling away from his grasp. Logically, if she resigned herself to her fate, things would’ve gone better for her, but all that crossed her mind was getting away. Hasan pursued.




“Listen, Miy– ow!”  




She kicked his leg, hard. Hasan frustratedly cut pretenses and pulled her back forcefully. Her tiny, light body went flying back onto the mattress as he laid the entirety of his massive frame on her. While pinning her down, he wrapped a burly arm around her neck. 




“I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”




“mmmMMMMMMPH!”




Miyoung’s cries turned quickly into screams as Hasan impaled her. She could feel her walls expand to accommodate his girth, painfully. Her legs bent backward in response as she flexed her abs. Before Hasan even started thrusting into her, Miyoung’s legs went up and down twice more simply in response to the initial penetration, before limply lying in response. Once he started to actually rape her, she woke right up, rivaling Rae in the volume of her screams, an impressive feat considering her muzzle. She fought and fought, but once the first batch of Hasan’s cum came flooding into her surely permanently stretched hole, she gave up. It didn’t stop her eyes from dripping as many tears from her ducts as juices from her cunt.




Rae wasn’t faring any better on the opposite side, getting assaulted from more angles than she had ever thought possible. The moment her body was revealed to the group of men, they took the earliest opportunity available to get to business.




“NO! GET OFF– GAH!”




The first harassment Rae felt was her pussy getting violated. She didn’t even have the time to register the burning rod entering her body before the rest of her body followed suit. While the man beneath her fucked her cunt, a different person crushed her stomach by sitting on her. He caused her walls to clench more tightly to the cock raping her, as the wind was knocked out of her.




“Ey, keep that shit up, bitch is getting horny.”




That couldn’t be further from the truth, but it definitely got the rest of them going. Rae shook her head, screaming “NO!” as the guy sitting on her then slid his cock between her perfectly shaped breasts, using his hands to feel her up while also pushing them together to create a makeshift, soft tit hole. The violation didn’t stop just there for Rae, though, as the man holding onto her hands shifted around in his position a little bit, making it so that his knees were pinning her arms down instead. His reasons, or, well, reason, for doing this became evident as he used his now free hand to grip Rae’s silky hair. She faltered as her entire head was harshly tilted back as a hard slap rocked her entire mind. She lay, stunned, as she continued to be abused at her cunt and tits. 




“Any teeth even touch my dick, and I’ll kill you.”




As though that were sufficient of a warning enough, the man at the top stuffed his cock into her mouth, pushing it down her throat as it bulged. Rae exerted a level of animalistic, barbaric strength she hadn’t shown since the start of her rape as her oxygen was suddenly cut off, but even that was dismal in the face of the solid men holding her down. As she got over her initial panic of the deepthroat, her eyes squinted with tears as her mouth puffed up to comply with her rapist’s demands. She had done this once before for Hasan, so she was adequately prepped for her mouth getting assaulted. 




She started to full-out cry as her powerlessness caved in. Her arms and legs were pinned, her arms uncomfortably so, as three different men were having their way with different parts of her body. Even once they finished, as Rae found out when the first guy finally creampied her, a different person would move over to take his spot. She knew it wasn’t true, but it felt like there were always at least five guys on her. 




As they felt less resistance from her, the men got a little bit lazy with her restraints. Two guys on her legs and arms boiled down to one on her arms, opening up a new position for one of them to lift one of her legs over her shoulder.




“Gets a better angle,” he explained to the others as Rae shrieked in the background, trying to move her leg off of him, “I’m trying to hit her deepest part when I cum in this bitch.” She wailed to the bitter end, even as the cum as clogging her in real time.




One guy covering her arms eventually turned to simply no one restraining her at all. All that was really needed was the single person currently raping her to pin her down. 




“Not there, please I’m begging you,” Rae panted, sweat and cum dripping down her face, exhausted. Her assault was also a matter of stamina, as she couldn’t keep up with the needs of the many. Still, she was coherent to realize that the next man in line was rubbing his cock around the entrance of her asshole. In response, he put a foot on her head and push her face deep into the mattress. 




“You might want to bite down.”




“ooOOOO– NNNHHH!”




He delightedly took her anal virginity slowly and sensually, making sure to make her experience each and every inch that protruded into an area that she thought would never be touched by any man ever in her life. When she thought it was halfway over meaning when the man only got the tip of his cock past the asshole, she had to mute herself by biting the sheets. Her hands were no longer being used to weakly hit the men raping her on their backs but now instead used to grip the dirty, fluid-seeped sheets beneath her. 




“Finally, a hole that isn’t already filled to the brim,” he grunted, shoving more of his cock down despite Rae’s whimpers and groans. He stomped her head further down. “I always get used goods.” Following a couple more minutes of back-breaking pounding, Rae received the twisted relief of feeling his warm, sticky spunk coat her anal cavities. He caught a breath and then pushed her off of his cock. Rae slid over to lay on her side, shuddering and shaking at her violation. Her eyes fixated on the blurry figure of Hasan on the other side of the room. She was reminded of how crushed spiritually she felt at the fact that he sold her out to get the chance to use Miyoung.




The men surrounding were either jacking off, watching this wonderfully delectable woman get assaulted, or going down to pick up a drink. Some of them were in awe of the fact that Hasan was still using Miyoung. Miyoung was doing better than Rae, but not by much. Despite the hours that had passed, she was still conscious and moaning vividly. Her endless days of training were paying off as Hasan furiously pumped into the petite Asian woman, almost able to touch his hands together when wrapping them around her small stomach. He continuously jackhammered her up and down with his hands and hips, breaking a sweat but looking poised to continue for the foreseeable future. He had inseminated her so many times that a pool of the thick liquid formulated below Miyoug’s cunt, asking: if there was this much leaking outside of her, how much exactly would there be inside of her?




Long after the two unearthly beauties had gone incoherent, though, the men had continued to abuse their holes well into the hours of the night. Once most of them finished taking care of their needs, painting Rae’s dark skin almost white with the amount of semen on her and leaving Miyoung squirting juices while her ass was raised in the air, they all left downstairs. Rae and Miyoung thought that their conquest of the night had terminated. Rae crawled over to Miyoung, trying to undo her bindings and failing. Tears fell down once again onto Miyoung’s face as Rae cried.




“I’m sorry Miyoung, I’m so sorry.”




Miyoung couldn’t respond, gag still in mouth. Her sweat-ridden hair stuck to her forehead and blocked out most of her eyes, but Rae understood that Miyoung wanted her not to be. As soon as their brief connection started, it ended as everyone filed back into the room. The two women cowered against the wall, thinking themselves foolish to have thought that it was over.




“Night’s just getting started,” Alex smiled.




—




Once morning came, there were only four people left in the room. Rae was being tied up in a similar fashion to Miyoung previously, a chain around her neck attached to a pole in the ground indicating her status as a sex slave, a lump of fuck meat meant for anyone to use. Hasan sat in a chair, hands on Miyoung’s head to bob her up and down on his cock. Her initial reluctance to give him head vanished when she was kept awake through sex, gone unconscious through sex, and then woken up once again through sex. Her lowly position was reinstated in her as she obediently blew Hasan, coaxing a rough orgasm as he got up and move forward, bending her back backward as he pushed deep into her throat to cum directly into her stomach. Miyoung nearly bent a full ninety degrees as her hands slapped the hardwood floor in alarm. She thought she would die at the cock going down on her, even in her final moments of consciousness. With this act, she passed out once again, slumping forward onto the floor.




Hasan stood up and wheezed, moving over to the bartender who was responsible for everything. 




“I’m probably off, see you next time?” He talked while putting his clothes back on.




“Ye, feel free to bring anyone else along if you want,” the bartender grinned in response.




Hasan grinned back and left the room, closing the door on two victims that were just beginning to enter their personal hells.
