A Story of Rape and Revenge
Carlotta Immanuelito worked late that Tuesday. If she hadn’t it might have all been different, but with fate in charge, it might not have. It’s a toss up. She closed down and headed out for her car in the garage and a late dinner before home, tv and bed.
She worked as an assistant accountant and was pleased with her job. But then Carlotta was simply pleased. She had a green card, and would tell anyone who was interested that she did and was working, legally, toward citizenship in her adopted country.
She fashioned herself as a ‘career woman’ and was not looking constantly for romance. She kept to herself but for a few ‘friends’ among the women with whom she worked.
She had lovely dark hair and a very pleasing figure, that ran a little to plump but she frequently exercises to keep the ‘plumpness’ under control.
She took the short walk to the garage and ascended to the third level, where her car was. Her mind was occupied with thoughts about where exactly she’d have her dinner that night. It was as she was engrossed in thinking about dinner, when she heard the first call:
“Chica! Hey, Chica!”
It startled her and she turned to see two guys walking toward her across the almost empty garage.
Then came the second call: “Hey, bitch! We’re talking to you!”
She looked at the approaching guys in a panic and then her head swiveled around and saw that her car was going to be too far away for her to get there, get it unlocked and started before they caught up with her. She made and instant decision and began to sprint toward the other exit ramp, as fast as her extremely high heeled black shoes would allow.
“Don’t run, honey,” One of them said, as they continued to pursue her but didn’t run themselves.
She was looking frantically over her shoulder at them, advancing on them but she knew that she’d make the exit ramp before they did. She began to hope. It was then that she head the other voices:
“Where you going in such a hurry, bitch?”
Her head now swiveled around to the front, where she saw two more of them coming up the exit ramp that she had been aiming for. She tried to change her direction. The only thing that she could think of now was indeed her car and she tried to move in that direction.
The two who’d been behind her had her cut off. The other two, the two who’d come up in front of her, up the exit ramp, were almost on her. In her panic she didn’t know what to do at all.
Then they had her surrounded. She looked at the grinning, leering faces frantically.
“What?” she said and only managed, beside that one word, another word: “Please?”
“Please?” a voice said, “Please, what, momma?”
She just shook her head ‘no’, not knowing, in her fear and panic, what she was even doing.
One of them slapped her face. It stopped her and focused all her thoughts.
“Please?” the voice said again. “Do you mean, ‘please fuck me?’, or ‘please let me suck your cocks?’ Is that it, momma? Is that what the please means?”
She just looked at them owl eyed. The one who’d done it before, slapped her face again.
“Answer us, you fuck!” he growled.
“No!” she whispered.
“No what?” he said.
“That’s not what the ‘please’ means!” she said as softly.
He slapped her again; it was enough to at least prompt her:
“I don’t mean ‘please fuck me’ or ‘please let me such your cocks’,” she said.
“Maybe be it’s ‘please hurt me?’ or ‘please strip me and beat my ass?’” she was asked.
“No!” she said quickly and, realizing that he was going to slap her again, went on:
“I don’t mean ‘please hurt me, ‘ or ‘please beat my ass’!”
“Good,” came the answer, “Then we’ll decide what’s going to happen. You’ll like that won’t you?”
“No,” she said softly, and he slapped her face, this time twice.
She was crying then but said obediently: “Yes, I’ll like that.”
“Thought so!” he said. “Now let me tell you how this is going to happen. Are you listening?”
She shook her head ‘yes’ and realized it was a mistake, almost immediately. He slapped her face.
“Yes,” she said desperately, “I’m listening.”
He pulled a knife and Carlotta involuntarily stiffened and kind of whimpered.
“Afraid bitch?” he asked, a sneer in his voice.
“Yes,” she said quickly and realized that she’d made a mistake. Her fear, her anxiety prompted her to make a correction immediately:
“I mean, yes, sir! I am afraid!”
“Better be, bitch!” he growled. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Carlotta Immanuelito, sir!” she said quietly.
“Didn’t hear you, cunt; want to get your face slapped again?” he yelled.
“No, sir,” she said quickly, tears running down her face, “I don’t want to get my face slapped again.”
“Then listen,” he said ominously. “Here’s the plan. If you don’t cooperate; if you’re not our good little girl, doing what she’s told and asking, asking very politely for the goodies that she wants, know what’ll happen?”
“No, sir,” she barely choked out between her sobs, “I don’t know what’ll happen.”
“Then I’m going to take your right nipple home with me! That’s what’ll happen,” he said with quiet menace.
Carlotta began to cry. Through her tears, she said softly but clearly:
“I will behave, sir, sirs! What you tell me to do, I’ll do. I’ll ask, nicely, politely for the goodies; I promise!”
“Good,” said, and pulled the crying woman into a kiss.
She flinched, involuntarily but obviously. He reacted immediately. Before Carlotta even know what was going to happen, one of them grabbed her by the arms and held her and the speaker punched her in the stomach. They let her collapse.
Then they hauled her up, still winded and struggling for breath and he punched her again. This time, they let her lie there.
One of them put his shoe on the side of her face. The speaker bent down and said to her, his face immediately in front of hers:
“Want to get hurt more, do we? What about that promise you just made, bitch?”
“I meant it,” she struggled to say. “Please let me show you; please. I’ll ask so nicely for the goodies! You’ll see.”
“Good,” he said, “Up then. Kiss, Carlotta!”
This time she made sure that she was ready; the fear, total fear was driving her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him like it was their honeymoon night. As they kissed, someone was playing with her ass cheeks through her skirt. She moved her ass ever so slightly, to, hopefully encourage what was happening.
The kiss broke and he was smiling: “Better, our Carlotta, better.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
One touched her shoulder then and she knew what had to be done. The kiss, passionate as ever, was repeated with all three of the others there. It left her a little out of breath, when she was finished with the kisses.
They were all smiling, when the round of kisses was finished.
“Now, Carlotta,” he said to her, his hand stroking her face idly, which caused her to flinch and him to chuckle, “I want you to tell us, very nicely, very politely, that you want to play. Understand, Chica?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” She said, “I understand.” She then launched into what she hoped would be what they wanted:
“Sirs,” she began, “Since our fortuitous meeting here...”
“Fortuitous! Fuck!” one said and the leader cut him off:
“Shut it, fuck head; the lady’s talking!”
“Since our fortuitous meeting here,” she began again, “I thought it might be nice, pleasant, if we took a little time to play, maybe some nice games, passionate games; I hope I’m not being too forward in this, sirs.”
They laughed and clapped. The leader leaned in for a kiss and after an initial flinch, Carlotta pressed her lips to his.
“Very nice, girl!” he said. “Now I think that you should ask us, again very nicely, very politely, if you might strip for us.”
“Oh, yes, sir,” Carlotta said, beginning to almost shake, and knowing full well what was going to happen.
“Sirs,” she began again, “It might help our time together, the playing that we’re going to enjoy, if I were to maybe take off some of my clothes. Would that be okay? Would you mind terribly?”
“Good idea, Carlotta, honey,” one of them said with a snicker.
“Do it!” the leader said then.
This time she didn’t hesitate. She already knew full well, what would happen, were she to hesitate to do any of these things. In the back of her mind there was a kind of hope of getting away but she couldn’t see it. She couldn’t reach her car, and they were too far away in this garage to get away or attract, at this time, any attention. The only thing around, apart from her lonely car, was a kind of metal truck used to transport chairs. She knew she had to go through with this and hope for the best.
She began, amid their leering stares, to unbutton her blouse. She tried to project a smile for them, as she got it unbuttoned and spread it wide. She made a little show of it, and that seemed to please them. She held the sides of the blouse out wide, showing, in the process, her flat stomach and a lovely beige, lacy bra. It showed off her large breasts quite well, and also showed her nipples poking against the material of the bra.
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