The Humiliation and Rape of Amelia.

The Humiliation and Rape of Amelia. The Humiliation and Rape of Amelia.

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Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Amelia was a slim, beautiful 21-year-old girl whose dreams were on the verge of becoming a reality. She had secured an interview with one of the famous modelling agencies in London and for her the future looked very promising; the world was soon to become her oyster. But on this night all that was about to change.

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Amelia was a slim, beautiful 21-year-old girl whose dreams were on the verge of becoming a reality. She had secured an interview with one of the famous modelling agencies in London and for her the future looked very promising; the world was soon to become her oyster. But on this night all that was about to change.

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Submitted: August 28, 2014

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Amelia was a slim, beautiful 21-year-old girl whose dreams were on the verge of becoming a reality. She had secured an interview with one of the famous modeling agencies in London, and for her, the future looked very promising; the world was soon to become her oyster.  But on this night all that was about to change.

“Come on!”  Vincent said in an aggressive manner as he tried to force Amelia into the small bedroom of his one bedroom flat. “Just give me a wank then you don't have to have sex, please Amelia, please!”  He begged her. “For the last time, I said no, and I mean no!  Just leave me alone.”  She said.  Vincent wasn't about to take no for an answer as he managed to push her into the bedroom and down onto the bed.  “Stop it! Pack it in will you?” I want to go home, take me home now.”  She ordered.

Her commands fell on deaf ears; Vincent was far too excited to do anything she was saying as he succeeded in pulling down the top of her dress, it excited him, even more, exposing her large ample breasts for the first time.  As she struggled, he became more aggressive slapping her hard a couple of times across her face.  “Do what I tell you; you bitch he screamed at her as he put his left hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her screams and protests.  He forced his right hand up between her legs pulling down her skimpy knickers, as she struggled even harder to get away from this once loveable boyfriend who had for no apparent reason turned into a violent, vicious brute of a man.

He hit her twice more really hard as he climbed on top of her on the bed and rolling her over onto her back.  His jeans and underpants were half down, and he was thrusting his massive knob into her face. “Suck the fucking thing he screamed at her as he slapped her about the head.  She was crying and whimpering, “Don't do this, please Vincent don't do this.  She begged in a whispering frightened voice. He wasn't taking any notice as he gripped the side of her mouth trying to force it open.  She could smell the sweet fragrance of some sort of body oil as he successfully opened her mouth by holding her nose and shoving his huge member into her, he pulled her head hard onto him so hard she could hardly breathe.

He wasn't the first man Amelia had given oral sex too; she had done it once before when she was younger at the local gym as a dare.  But that was nothing, not even close to what she was going though now, in fact, she found it rather stimulating, as the boy let it go into her mouth.  This was so different, and as Vincent was fucking her face off, she realized why this had suddenly turned from a happy, enjoyable love affair into this horror of the situation and one that she had no control over. 

Had he found out she had been seeing another man?  Had someone told him, or had he put two and two together?  She wondered if he realized the night she phoned putting off their date because she was feeling unwell, was the first night she saw David.  She felt Vincent tighten and the hot wet liquid from him was gushing down her throat, she tried to pull away, but Vincent’s hands were at the back of her head, she had no choice but to swallow the unwelcome spunk from this maniac.

“That's for shagging your boyfriend David, instead of me, you two-timing piece of shit, now fuck off, and if you say anything to anyone I will kill you, believe me, you don't want to wind me up again."  He said in a threatening tone as he pushed her off the bed.  She quickly gathered up her clothes and ran out of the flat, not saying anything, she was relieved and glad to be away from him.  It was passed midnight as she made her way along the dimly lit streets, there were no cars or taxis about.  Taking her mobile phone from her bag, as she thought, please don't let the battery be flat.  If it were then, that would mean a 5-mile walk back to her home.  Relieved she called the taxi firm she had used before and told a taxi would be with her in about 10 minutes.

Amelia sat on a low wall waiting patiently for the taxi to arrive. She saw the headlight as it turned into the street and stopped by her.  The driver didn't say anything just leaned over and opened the rear door for her to get in.  “Hi, I told the other guy I want to go to 73 Grantham Place, do you know where that is?  She asked as she got into the back.  The driver didn't answer he just started off.  “I said 73 Grantham Place!  Do you know where it is?”  "Yeah, Yeah! I know, I know."  The driver replied as he took a corner at a very fast speed throwing Amelia hard against the side of the car.  “Take your time mate! I want to get home in one piece.”  She said.” 

Suddenly she noticed the taxi was going in the opposite direction, “You're going the wrong way,” she shouted at the driver.  He didn't response; he just seemed to speed up even more. “You're going the wrong way, do you hear me? You're going the wrong way!”  “Sorry, me no speak English!”  The drive replied.  Amelia started to panic  “Stop the car, I want to get out, do you understand?  Stop this car immediately!"  The driver didn't take any notice, and soon they were in the roughest part of the city. A place where nobody goes after dark unless they're looking for prostitutes or drug pushers, it was such a nasty place, even the police were unwilling to go there after dark.

The taxi speed down a narrow cobbled alley before stopping outside a small scruffy looking pub; there were a couple of fat guys standing outside in the half-light of the open doorway with booze in their hands.  Amelia realized instantly this was a dangerous situation for her to be in, and she knew she must get away as quickly as possible. 

The men drunkenly walked towards the car and looked in the side window.  Seeing frightened Amelia trying to scramble away from them across the backseat and out of the other door amused them, and they started laughing.  The driver was also laughing as he yanked her back with her long black hair and pushed her face into the brown stinking upholstery.

She heard the door open and felt herself being pulled face down half out of the car. There was a lot of shouting and laughing as more men came out of the pub to see what was going on.  She sensed her dress was being ripped off her shoulder and pulled down along with her tiny pants for the second time that night.  It felt like a thousand hands were groping and feeling her; squeezing and slapping her buttocks, her nipples being pulled aggressively as excited seeking fingers were being stuffed up between her legs, into her fanny, and up her arse.  She wanted to cry out, she wanted to scream, but her face was being pushed so hard into the upholstery no sounds would come out. 

Then it happened!  The man was big and hard and aggressive as he rammed his throbbing knob all the way up her dry fanny.  She had had sex before, she wasn't a virgin, but this was different this was something else.  She assumed she was open as much as she could, but then she felt another man force his prick into her and both men were now stuck up her cunt and humping hard. The opposite door opened.  Two more drunken scumbags stood there both laughing and with their thick hard cocks hanging out.  Her head was being twisted to one side as the men forced their dirty sex starved knobs into her open gulping mouth.  They were slapping her across her face, pulling her hair kneeing her and, laughing and jeering as they did it. 

Amelia felt the warm cheap booze being poured over her washing off the stinking sticky white spunk from around her arse and twat and the hot wet piss flowing over her face and into her mouth, stinging her eyes, as some of the intoxicated men urinated over her. They pulled her from the car and dragged her into the smoke-filled pub and left her lying on a dark gray beer stained carpet in front of the bar. 

There were other men in there who hadn't come outside.  One guy picked her up and threw her with her back over a bar table, her legs dangling down. These ugly fat drunken pigs took it in turns to fuck her even anal and oral they didn't care, it was all a laugh to them, she was just a young, fresh, beautiful piece of meat made for their pleasure.  One man, who had her a couple of times, must have jumped the queue as a small fight broke out.

The men now became more interested in having a fight then with Amelia as she slid off the table onto her knees on the floor.  She managed to crawl between the drunken brawlers and out of the door.  Naked and humiliated she ran as fast as her legs would take her, she didn't know where she was heading, but it didn't matter, anywhere was better than what she had been through.  Amelia eventually stopped to gather her thoughts and catch her breath.  She wasn't being followed, or was she?

Her rest period was interrupted by the sound of a noisy mob approaching, and she knew they were looking for her.  She started running again along the dirty litter-strewn streets and back alleys of an area that wasn't familiar to her.  Although running as fast as she could, she sensed the men were rapidly gaining on her, as if they knew exactly where she was.  And now her tired, bruised and abused young body had taken about as much punishment as it could.  There was little hope of ever outrunning her pursuers she had got to find a place to hid at least until the danger had passed.

In the distance she could see the light of a flickering street lamp, as if it was calling to her, offering her a safe haven. She started running towards it.  At the back of the lamp and on the left side of the pavement was a slated wooden fence. It was about eighty yards long and six feet high; it had been erected to cordon off some old property's that had been demolished to make way for redevelopment of the area.

There was a half panel of the fence that had been broken and although it was very tight; she managed to squeeze herself though the gap and into the area littered with building rubbish left over from the demolition. She was just in time; crouching down on the other side as the noisy mob ran past and the sound of their footsteps and muffled voices disappeared along the alley and into the distance.

Amelia thought about her situation and that night's events. If only she had given Vincent what he asked for, things would have been so different. She would now be safely tucked up in her bed and not running for her life like a frightened Fox being chased by a pack of hungry hounds. She had done it before and actually enjoyed pleasing him. Was she really so in love with David that Vincent didn't matter anymore?

She now began to realize it was Vincent all the time whom she was really in love with and wanted. If only he were with her now by her side, he would know what to do. "But Vincent wasn’t by her side." She had only two choices to make; either stay and hope the danger would pass or run as fast as she could across to the other side of the site and over the opposite fence.  As she pondered, a man with yellow teeth pocked his head through the hole suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "There you are; you little darling; we have been looking for you," he said in a menacing voice as he flashed his torch into her face. "Here she is lad's!" He shouted in a laughing gleeful manner.

Amelia crying and screaming started running again as fast as she could towards the opposite fence, but the jagged sharp leftover bricks, wood, and glass impeded progress, and she fell several times. Behind her the sound of the mob climbing over the fence and their footsteps hard on her heels and it wasn't long before she was overtaken and surrounded by them. She tried to run one way and then the other, but each time the jeering and sneering men stopped her from escaping as they moved forward towards her.

Amelia stood in the middle of a circle of the sex-starved men whose only aim was to fuck and abuse her. "Please don't," She begged. "Please, please don't." The men just grind at her and spat in her face. She sank down trembling and crying on her knees; the men showed no pity or mercy. One of them punched her in the face sending her backward. This was the signal for the others to begin their attack.

One man lying on his back pulled her onto him forcing his huge member up her arse while another pushed his into her bleeding and open mouth. Another of the rapists with a massive erect penis pushed her legs apart; shouting to another of his mates, as he rammed it hard up between her legs and into her open vagina "Look at this Robby! Now she's fucking airtight." The others laughed sarcastically as some of them were wanking over her and were tacking it in turns to fuck her.

Gradually one by one the men were satisfied and moved away, leaving her in pain sobbing and covered in blood.  As the last of them dismounted she thought; at last her ordeal was over. She was wrong it had only just begun. 

The man who hit her in the face picked up a half house brick and smashed it onto her head. He continued beating her with it, hammering it down hard into her chest breaking her ribs. Some of the others from the gang returned and started spitting and violently kicking and stamping down on her helpless body. The sounds of her bones breaking echoed around the enclosed area and each time it happened the men looking on cheered and clapped.

A strange feeling of calm came over Amelia on that dreadful night and as the men continued with their violation of her; the excoriating pain she was suffering started to go away. She could see the top of the flickering street lamp above the fence. It seemed to be flickering faster and faster before exploding into a ball of bright orange light and going out, leaving the area in city darkness once more.

A few days later Amelia's busted and battered body was found by some school kids, taking a shortcut home across the wasteland. It was soon established who she was. Since it had been raining for the few days, it had washed away any evidence of the violation. Parts of her body had been eaten away by starving rats and birds. No one was charged with her murder. The police put on a good show for about a week but they were so underfunded only one sole detective was assigned to the case, and with twenty other similar unsolved murders on her books; she had very little chance of ever bringing anyone to justice.

The old properties including the scruffy pub have now been completely demolished, and the area rebuilt with million pound houses. No trace of Amelia's ordeal remains. Vincent died in a car crash a couple of years later close to the scene of her murder. It would be nice to think they are together again; ironically a guy called David was recklessly driving the other car.

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