Struggling law student Kristen Davies takes off for a weekend camping trip alone. When the cold spring evening turns raw, an unsettling rustling in the trees suddenly explodes into an abduction that finds the redhead beauty, gagged, blindfolded and bound in a secluded cabin. Kristen is forced to suffer through two days of assaults from at least three brutal assailants. When she wakes up on the 3rd day with her captors gone, she discovers they've left a photograph taken of her during a four-way gangbang in her ex-fiance's downtown office. Leaving him standing at the alter was not a good idea! Jon Ryder is a wealthy and menacing Dominant, who has every intention of making Kristen pay for the humiliation he was made to suffer.
The rape in the woods is just the first of many incidents that span the ensuing years. Each time Ryder wreaks his revenge, the unsuspecting Kristen is snatched unaware, brutally used and then left with another black and white image of her past indiscretions that will haunt her for weeks. Though the shocking scenes of humiliating domination and hard sex are terrifying, she's also painfully aroused by her own natural desires for such submissive sex. But refusing to be Ryder's victim, Kristen takes off across the country and turns herself into Samantha Ross. A whole new town, a whole new life awaits. She's soon dating yet another controlling male, although the rancher Lawton Brady is nothing like her ex. But while his loving domination satisfies her deep submissive needs, the threat of Jon Ryder still casts a cloud over her troubled life, and she balks at any serious relationship. Can Samantha ever be free of her past? Or will she be forced to suffer Ryder's ruthless domination forever?
A sexy and seductive S&M tale of revenge and redemption, featuring forced sex, bondage, punishment, whipping, gangbangs, exhibitionism, oral, anal and straight sex.
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November 06, 2009
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Excerpt from Nightmare of Vengeance by Lizbeth Dusseau
Maybe it was too early to be camping in the woods that spring, too cold, too spooky. When night fell, the bottom dropped out of the sky so quickly that I'd hardly stoked the fire high enough to feel the comfort of its warmth. Clouds rushed in during the late afternoon so all the light I had was what I created on my own.
In the middle of nowhere, down a faint path, on the banks of the river, alone. Wild dogs howled in the distance. Or maybe it was coyotes or, even better, wolves howling at the missing moon. I shivered cold and grabbed a blanket to pull around me. What was there to do now? I'd set up camp and the hotdogs were already devoured and trying to settle inside my belly. I had nothing to read - on purpose I didn't bring any books. This trek to the woods was to be a spiritual renewal as much as it was a practical one, so with such lofty goals, I deliberately packed like an Indian on a sacred quest.
Sadly, this damp and brooding April night was not one for sacred quests. Goblins jumped from the surrounding shadows, creepy noises bombarded my ears. Tricksters and wood elves seemed far too active for that time of year. Weren't they supposed to hold up in their caves until the summer's warmth made it safe for them to surface?
I tried shaking off my anxiety but my psyche would have none of that. It chose to freeze up instead, when it really wasn't all that cold, certainly not with the fire and the blanket. It chose to wrap my mind around dangerous thoughts instead of fixing on the positive. I'd gone camping alone in the woods three times before and nothing like this had ever occurred.
In retrospect, I suppose my uneasiness might have been premonitions, nothing tricky about that. And maybe if I'd actually listened to my rampant fears, I might have acted sensibly, packed my things and left. But that night I was operating out of desperation, knowing that I had choices to make. I was determined to make these three days work in my favor. What did it say about my character if I split with the first sign of something creepy invading my mind?
I stared at the fire watching my hot breath make smoke in the air and then as the fire's heat consumed it. I tried to hypnotize my mind, calm my thoughts, sing happy songs inside my head. But even sung aloud in a timid voice there was little effect.
Movements. Sounds. Critters in the underbrush. A coyote maybe, but likely just a curious raccoon.
Maybe I needed more time. A night's sleep; a day's rest. Retreat to the tent and snuggle into the sleeping bag. In the morning, I'd get my bearings, I'd make the campsite a home. I'd do incantations to keep me safe. If only I could have fallen asleep.
Only problem, I couldn't move into my tent, even though it was just a few feet behind me. Minutes later, I was still huddled in my blanket staring at the fire when something brilliant flashed before my eyes, then disappeared just as fast.
There was movement and murmuring voices, and then nothing. Before I could make myself respond, my eyes were blinded by whatever scratchy thing that covered my head, and two strong arms lifted my body from the ground. Over a man's shoulder. I could tell this was a man by his strength and by his scent: a musky, masculine odor that seemed to take my breath away. I tried to scream. I also tried to move my arms and legs in frantic motions. That's when I discovered that my feet had mysteriously been tied together and my hands were also trapped inside the woolen blanket. I could barely budge, and my screams became no more than muffled shouts, while the hand that clamped itself against my back was hard and unyielding.
Running now, we seemed to bounce along, darting this way and that to avoid the trees, my ride more terrorizing by the second. The only sound was that of boots slashing through the underbrush, at least two pair, though the details were as fuzzy then as they are to me now. My head bumped into trees at least three times, the instant headache compounding my horror. My bouncing ass and legs took a pounding with my captor seeming to weave recklessly as if he were drunk, while through my jeans I could feel sharp branches rake across my skin. In my mouth, the rancid taste of the sour smelling blanket turned me dangerously nauseous.
My captor finally slowed to a walk; perhaps we were out of the woods. But the sound of a door banging startled me further; although there was nothing to ease me, nothing but panic further ransacking my fractured psyche.
Dropped, my shoulder banged hard against a floor. I struggled to remove myself from the blanket, but I was tied up like a Christmas package. My hands were useless, having been locked to my sides and bound with rope. My shoulders suffered the same fate. And of course, my feet were tied together. All I could do was flail uselessly against the floor like a fish flopping on dry land.
I soon gave up.
I tried to calm and catch my breath, but soon the strident sound of, "Please let me out of here!" burst from my mouth.
A harsh rebuke from my captor followed: 'Shut up, bitch!' then a hard kick to my ass stopped this second furious battle.
I tried to breathe again. "Please don't hurt me..." I weakly ventured this time.
"I said shut up!" the mean voice sounded off again. Another kick in the ass and I dared not utter a sound.
The ropes that tied my arms to my hips were loosened, although the relief was only temporary. Someone grabbed my hands, swiftly buckling my wrists in sturdy cuffs that would not give. Then my jeans came down, yanked over my hips and down my legs and finally pulled completely off. Somewhere in the melee of my capture, I'd lost my boots, although the brown boot socks managed to stay in place. Invading fingers started probing my crotch with no respect for decency. Decency? What the hell did I expect? The thought of decency was absolutely absurd under these conditions, especially when staying alive was my most urgent concern.
"Well, won't you look at this!" a snarly voice piped up, "No panties and a wet hot snatch."
His warm, thick fingers began to poke inside my cunt, no ceremony, no mercy. If I hadn't already figured it out, I knew for sure that I would be raped.
I tried to snap my legs shut only to have them pried apart again by these ruthless hands.
"You picked yourself a randy bitch," the man snarled again, while further mauling my crotch and jabbing fingers in both my pussy and my ass. I seized up when he breached the dry backdoor and bucked hard against the invasion in my ass. Not that my efforts did any good.
"No! Please!" I screamed. "Not there, please!"
I hated anal, but that wouldn't matter to these thugs. My life seemed to be slipping from me fast. How ironic that just as I resolved to get my act together, everything would be taken from me.
My scream was met with a hard smack on my left ass cheek, then another on the right, then back and forth like a good old-fashioned spanking until the two orbs were scorched and stinging, and I was squirming to get away. "Don't you get it, bitch?" the man said when he finally stopped. "Keep your trap shut!"
"Maybe she needs to be gagged," another voice offered up.
Another tussle ensued with my resistant body, then the ropes at my shoulders were at last untied. When finally the blanket was drawn away, a blindfold was quickly slapped over my eyes and secured behind my head, giving me not even the merest glimpse of my captors. Maybe that was good. I couldn't see a thing, not even a rim of light at the edges of the blindfold. I'd been cocooned in darkness, enveloped in the rich scent of leather, the feel of it soft against my face. At least I could breathe. One huge gulp of air drew in the smells of pine and sweat and bacon grease. A breath of fresh air followed. Rushing in from somewhere the draft of cold air made my skin chill and everything about me shiver.
There was no gag, but thick tape was slapped over my mouth and the sticky stuff instantly fused to my face.
Stripped of the remainder of my clothes, I was positioned on the floor and readied for the eventual rape, with my shoulders shoved into the hard wood and my cheek resting on the gritty surface. Then that pair of huge hands lifted my ass, tucked my knees beneath me and spreading them wide, exposed my rear cleft from my asshole to my pussy below. A wild, stabbing pain attacked me in the gut and then moved downward.
Though tough to admit, lurking in my psyche since I could remember were brutal scenes like this one which had the power to arouse me sexually. I'd never known where they came from or why I had to be plagued by such depraved thoughts. It would be nice to say that I was so petrified by the danger I faced that I couldn't possibly get horny, but my entire body was painfully aroused: heart beating, pussy throbbing, desire so palpable that I could taste it on my tongue. If I were not gagged, I imagine that I'd have been licking my lips in want of a cock between them.
Any minute I expected the rape to begin, and I prayed that they'd be swift. But for a long while I heard them circling me, their boots hard against the wood floor. I could only imagine the expressions on their faces as they eyed me.
"So, bitch, let's get a few things straight here," the snarling talker started in, "you ain't getting outta here until we've used you up. This ain't about being nice. You play smart, you won't get hurt - least not in any way that won't eventually heal. You get stupid, you'll be floating out to sea. You got that?"
I nodded, feeling a huge sob come over me. I could barely hold it back. But suddenly the hard slap of leather striking my ass knocked me into another universe entirely. Thinking about my life and its consequences became impossible in the face of all that pain. My skin burned, and a fiery heat tore through my ass infecting every part of me. When the beating paused, a rough hand gripped my cheeks and squeezed hard, until the steely fist let go and the leather came down again. What were they guys, psychic? Did they know me? Had they traipsed inside my mind, read my thoughts, taken a journey into my private underworld? I hardly ever went to those places, even in my daydreams, even in my secret masturbations. But these fucking bastards knew what turned me on. On nights when I was horny and alone, and when lying in bed, I pulled open my mind's file drawer of sexual fantasies, these were marked, 'Surefire winners', the easy path to getting off. Hard, hot and nasty.
But they were fantasies, never be shared with a soul - well, almost never.
So what was this? That I was lucky enough to be captured by rapists who were also sadists?
Another respite from the beating brought the same kind of rough massage until my sexual juices were practically running down my thighs. Then again, the hand stopped its mauling and my ass was blistered by the strap. In a perfect world they might have gone back and forth like this until I came. But this was not a perfect world. Maybe they were proving a point with the massage and the stinging leather; maybe they were just playing out their natural urges. But soon enough, my scorched skin could barely take another smack and I grunted in protest under my breath while my body quivered and squirmed with each new strike.
"You know, I think she likes it," one of the men chimed in. He probably had no idea how true this was, a fact that made my face flush hot with shame. Hopefully, they couldn't see my red cheeks with the blindfold covering so much of my face.
An abrupt change in plans followed.
The shock of cold lube dribbling down between my ass cheeks made me clench up in fright one more time - so much for the easy ecstasy. The lube was followed by a pair of fingers smearing the sticky stuff over the puckering hole of my tender anus. I knew what was coming next, and as the first cock prodded the tight place, barely inching the penis head into the ungiving hole, I tried to prepare myself.
However, there was nothing that would prepare me for the first hard thrust of that erection into my asshole. It happened much too fast. Screaming pain shot through me and I wrenched away, grunting and groaning in anger until the cock finally eased off enough for me to breathe again.
"You're getting stupid, cunt!" a terse voice warned.
Stupid, yes. I remembered the first warning and took a long, deep breath, trying to settle.
The second thrust inside my ass went much better than the first; by then, I was loose enough to suffer through the fucking, even though every jabbing plunge was rough. At least the man was swift. Just seconds, maybe a minute of rhythmic thrusting, was all it took to have him grunting his pleasure into the steamy air.
Resigned to suffer through another fuck, I did my damnedest to feel nothing. I had to stay focused, forget my traitorous body and remember where I was and who I was with. My life depended on not pissing off these brutes and keeping myself sane.
Once the second man settled into a steady rhythm, the groaning, grunting climax came on nearly as rapidly as the first man's. As soon as his organ shot its seed deep inside my ass, I thought I was done. My body eased and I took a deep breath. Maybe I could take the worst of their crimes. Maybe I could suffer through and not die once they were finished raping me. But, damn, if there wasn't a third man in the room, another pair of hands grabbing at my ass and settling in behind me after the second man disappeared. He came at me without warning, jarring me even more because he shoved his prick inside my pussy, not my well worked ass.
I hastened to wonder if there weren't a fourth or a fifth man...more than I could count all lined up at the door taking turns, sticking quarters in the meter for a ride in my randy snatch.
Though I tried to ignore what was happening inside my body, it became clear to me that the third man would be different than the first two. He wanted something more than simply getting off. Though his hands were fierce and his grip as demanding as the others, I could tell he wanted me to respond; he wanted me aroused and my body craving his attention. He roughed up my ass cheeks like the others had but then he reached around and played with my clitoris, his fingers finding the sensitive places that I loved with little effort. His touch was like magic, his technique enough to deliver me into a brand new place. In any other circumstances, I might have lost myself to the pleasure but I didn't let it get that far. I knew his game and was determined to deny him. I held my breath, willed my body to remain unresponsive and did nothing to suggest that I took pleasure in the physical seduction. Despite my efforts, when he settled in for a steady ride to his climax, I could barely keep my nerve intact and my arousal discreetly veiled - too much stimulation, too much to stir my own unseemly passions. Very soon, all control was lost and my pussy instinctively grabbed for his cock, drawing him deeper into my body and milking his stiff member with the desire of a grateful lover. Much to my shame, we came nearly simultaneously as lovers would.
The brusque way he pushed me away when he was done, I could almost see his scowl of contempt.
"You ain't fooling anyone, girl," his voice leapt out in an attack. "And you're gonna put on quite a show for us, quite a show. It's been a long time since me and the boys had our way with a bitch like you. Now you'd better get some sleep. You got a long day tomorrow."