Catherine's Story

[starphoenixkoroias]

(** yeah sorry for the unoriginal title but i was jotting down ideas and never thought of a name...anyways enjoy. **)

Moonless nights were Catherine's favorite kind. The nosy neighbors tended to keep their windows closed on nights like this, afraid people would be able to see into their cherished homes. She quietly walked out the front door of her suburban ranch-style house, locked up, and began her nightly walk. She walked every night after when most of the people had their dinners and were readying for bed. Her neighborhood was typical; full of married couples with their kids with one of the couple being the stay-at-home parent complete with some breed of annoying small dog, the kind that made far too much noise for the size. Mornings here were usuall a blitz of people rushing about, trying to make it to work or school on time. This was followed by a quiet period that would make someone believe the neighborhood deserted if not for the stray person mowing a lawn or doing something else of similar chore. The afternoons gradually became noisier with everyone slowly returning home and reuniting with their homes. The early and mid-evenings were bustling with activity as children were out playing in their yards or the street and people were going back and forth visiting and gossiping. Then dinner time would come and things would gradually quiet down again as people got ready to do it all again the next day.
Catherine was fondest of nights because of this, because there was hardly anyone else about. She felt a sense of freedom because she could do what she wanted without anyone interfering. The air tonight took on the chill of winter even though it was April. She didn't mind it though, finding it quite refreshing. She wore a light denim jacket over her brown cotton t-shirt and her favorite pair of black jeans. Her brown leather boots were older and a bit worn, but were her most comfortable so she seemed to always wear them. She followed the street like she always did, taking a left out of her yard. Her soft amber eyes gazed about as she moved, either searching for something or just looking around for the sake of it. Her pale, milky skin gave of a dim glow everytime she passed under a streetlight. She kept the slightly pouty pink lips closed she continued on her path.
The wind picked up as she reached the corner of the nearby intersection and took another left turn. The rush of cool air excited her senses, bringing faint smells and tingling the parts of her skin that were exposed. Her round, full nipples stood up against her shirt as if in defiance of being covered up.
The walk took her about forty-five minutes to make. It was a twisty path, with her taking various right and left turns. The neighborhood slowly gave way to more open areas, and then eventually gave way to a series of trailer houses. She approached one that was painted a dull yellow as the wind tossed her hair slightly.

Elise paced back and forth in her rather tidy trailer house. She was bustling about trying to see if anything needed to be cleaned even if she had already done it. She was preparing for a guest and wanted to make sure nothing was out-of-place. It took her some time to convince herself that everything was in order. She rushed to her bedroom and stripped all of her clothing from her slender body. She stared for a few moments down at her body, running her hands across herself. She was a pretty girl, her blue eyes were large almond orbs in her slightly narrow face. Thin yet rosy lips framed her mouth and when she smiled she gave off an impish look. Her body was slender, and in her own opinion a bit bony in places. Her small breasts never wore a bra and her nipples were shaped much like gumdrops. She had a slightly tanned skin that was so smooth and soft to the touch it was as if she was made of silk. She kept her sex neatly trimmed so that only a small triangle of her dark reddish hair was visible. She was rubbing her hands over her skin, her eyes half closed as if she were lost in some fantasy. A small sigh escaped her lips and she dressed herself; pastel blue lace panties, some comfortable dark brown casual pants, and sea-green polo-style shirt.
She stood there for a moment after dressing before heading back out to her living room. She pressed a button on her MP3 player and music seemed to come from every party of the room. Some song from Electric Valentine quietly played. Elise then sat on her couch and stretched out, waiting.

 

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The knock on Elise's door was soft at first, then louder. She got up and smoothed her clothes then went to open the door. It only opened a crack when she turned the know before she was thrown back very forcefully. The door flew open and standing in the entry was a backlit shadow of two men. Elise picked herself up off the floor and staggered to her feet to look up, only for her face to be met with a rather forceful uppercut to her jaw. The punch landed with such impact that she felt her jaw crack and she was sent spiraling into the air and landed hard face-down on the floor. She was extremely dazed by this blow and never heard the door being shut. The instinct to stand up again took over and she struggled despite her sense being completely thrown asunder when she felt a heavy kick smash into her chest. She let out a scream and began to cry loudly, the pain reverbating through her chest and body. A strong pair of hands gripped her around the throat as she was mercilessly yanked up off the floor and suspended in mid-air. She was helpless and slowly going unconcious as her clothes were torn away. She desperately gasped for air as the hands around her throat slowly choked her, what was left of her vision slowly blacking out. Her thin body, now naked, was grabbed around the waist by a second set of hands and she was thrown chest-down onto her coffee table. A wail of pain left her and tears streamed out of her burning eyes. She vaguely felt the hands move from her waist to her head and press it down hard into the coffee table, hard enough that her injured jaw as aggrivated and made her cry even more. All Elise could do was lay there helpless and start disappearing into her mind, trying to find someway to deal with what was happening.
The big hands that had grabbed her around the throat gripped her thighs harshly and pulled her legs apart. Elise lay there in horror, knowing that she was to be raped, although she knew not how. Her mind began going through everything that would happen to her. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and a weakened scream escaped her mouth. The one holding her head down quickly jammed some of her torn clothes in her mouth to gag her while lifting her head up, only to slam her head back down. Elise's now muffled wail of pain was taken by the cloth in her mouth.
"She's so tiny down here," she heard a deep, raspy voice say from behind her. "I could break her in half with two fingers."
Elise shut her eyes tight as she felt two thick calloused fingers violate her vagina, threatening to tear her.
"Wow, she's all moist inside," the one behind her said in surprise, "She must be a nymph or something." Elise's heart leapt into her throat. She had been lost in her fantasy earlier, waiting for someone else to meet her. Her juices had trickled out of her in anticipation before she answered the door. Her attackers took joy in this, thinking she was turned on by them. She felt the fingers being yanked out and then a stretching sensation as the one behind her decided to jam more fingers into her. Her body convulsed in shock as her vagina was forced open wider and she felt a burning, pulling sensation inside her.
"She took all four," the one behind her said with wicked glee. "She must be a freaking whore or something. But damn she's tight as hell. I bet she'll enjoy this." Elise started sobbing into the cloth as the fingers were violently thrust into and out of her, this man's fingertips jamming into her cervix as he pushed harder each time. The burning in her vagina hurt worse than ever, and she had a moment's relief when the finger were removed again.
"Oh well look at her," the one behind her said slapping her ass so hard she was rocked sideways a bit by the strike. "She's got a little blood coming out. Maybe she's a little virgin or something." The one holding her head pressed down into her as he used her head as a prop to push himself up.
"Maybe you should see how virgin she really is," the other one finally spoke. His voice was softer, almost melodic, but with a venomous undertone that made Elise shudder in disgust. The next few moments sent her body into another massive convulsion as she felt knuckles pressed to her sex. The one behind her had clenched his fist and was pushing it against her, grinding it back and forth trying to wedge his fist into her torn vagina. Her eyes rolled back into her head and a horrible scream left her and even with the cloth in her mouth, was loud and piercing. She felt the massive fist breach her and force the walls of her vagina to stretch out. He pressed down on the small of her back hard as he pushed his fist harder, groaning with effort. Her body convulsed and flailed helplessly as inch-by-inch her vagina was forced open and the fist wedged into her futher.
"Ugh, fuck this one is tight," the one behind her said. He pressed his free hand into the small of her back as he spoke his next line, "I'm going to reach in and rip your uterus out pretty." The other one laughed as Elise's legs flailed about. The one behind her spoke again, "But first, let's finish having our fun."
He slid his fist back down to the opening of her vagina and then with a tremendous push forced his fist back into her. Elise felt his knuckles brush her cervix. She wailed into the cloth helplessly and in complete despair. Her vagina burned so fiercely that the pain was causing her body to shake almost constantly. He pulled his fist back out, and jammed it back in again, brushing her cervix once more. He did this about ten more times, though to Elise it felt like hundreds of times, until he finally forced her open enough where his fist rammed into her cervix and jolted her uterus. Elise was delerious from pain by this point and was unable to even scream anymore. In her mind, she was lost in the void of near-unconciousness and began to hallucinate a bit. She started seeing visions of her last vacation to the beaches on the south shores of Greece, where she and her friend shared what she felt was the perfect girl's getaway.
The one behind her pulled his fist back up and then shoved it in as hard as he could. His fist smashed into her uterus and that pain was too much for Elise to handle. She blacked out while her attackers abused her body to their liking. He opened up his fist inside her and began groping around, trying to find his target. The other one realized Elise stopped moving or making sounds and let go of her head.
"Hey, it looks like the bitch passed out on us Isaac," he said with that same melodic tone.
Isaac grunted as he pinched Elise's cervix. "Well then wake this fucking slut back up. I want her to be awake when I do this. Hurry it up Victor."
Victor shrugged and reached into his back pocket. He produced a small vial, and pinched it in the middle. It made a popping sound, which seemed to be a cue for him to uncork one end of it. He held it up to Elise's nose and waited a moment as he pulled the cloth from her mouth. Elise's eyes fluttered open and she began coughing and choking. The pain coming from her vagina quickly made her coherent again and she wailed as she realized they woke her back up somehow.
Victor stroked her hair, in a mock comforting way, "There, there my little whore. You need to be here for what my friend is going to do next. No more trying to leave us." Elise just sobbed as she felt Isaac's fingers pinch her cervix.
Elise tried her best not to wail or scream as Isaac's fingers groped her in a place so intimate she thought she could never describe this feeling. Isaac's think fingers worked around her cervix until he found the indentation that was the opening to her cervix. He began to twist his arm in semicircles as he pressed his finger against the opening of her cervix. Elise's body shuddered and convulsed at this new humiliation. Over and over Isaac continued to try to drill his finger into her uterus as Elise did her best to control her whimpers and wails. Victor kept one hand between her shoulders and was stroking her hair with the other.
Isaac laughed and Elise felt cold all over suddenly. "I think I got it," Isaac said insufferably pleased with himself. Victor stroked her hair slower and longer and then said to her, "Now you will see what my friend can really do."
Elise couldn't help but start sobbing and wailing. Isaac pushed hard and twisted his arm about as fast as he could. The blood which had been trickling out of Elise's vagina from the tear now coated his arm and stained the coffee table. Elise seemed to lose her voice as she felt Isaac's thick finger pierce her cervix. The feeling to her was unlike anything she had ever known. No man or woman had ever pushed anything into her so far ever in her life, and her mind simply did not know how to handle it. She felt frozen, unable to scream or to even move as her cervix was spread apart. Her mother had told her about how childbirth felt like, and Elise could only feebly remember those stories now. Isaac continued forcing his finger into her cervix, only now he was pressing his finger against the sides as if trying to spread it open somehow. Elise could only silently let her tears flow now, her voice was lost to her. Her body trembled and shook at each movement Isaac made, but now she had no control over her body at all. She could only stare at the couch she had been laying on earlier and wait for Isaac to finish what he started.
Isaac worked her cervix for several minutes, spreading the tissues open gradually. He eventually started trying to force two fingers into it, wiggling them slightly trying to push even farther into Elise's body.
Elise couldn't tell if it was a few minutes, several hours, or even days anymore. Her sense were getting numb and her mind was slowly slipping away. She felt what Isaac was doing, but it was a bit distant to her now. It wasn't until Isaac forced two fingers into her cervix that reality came crashing back to her mind, and she regained her voice to let out a pathetic wail. Isaac's two fingers were in as far as he could push them in. He was pushing hard, almost as if he was trying to get the rest of his fist past that barrier as well. Elise's mind began to picture the shape of her uterus, and the shape of a fist and how it would look once inside her. She knew there was nothing left to do now but wait. Even the tears stopped flowing from her eyes.
Isaac continued his torturous assault on her cervix, and worked her for over an hour, getting her cervix to widen enough to take three fingers. And then he got four fingers through. By the time this happened Elise's body had stopped convulsing. Her limbs were too exhausted to keep it up. Her voice was now just weakened squeaks and her eyes were dull and glazed.
Isaac groaned with all his might and his arm shook with the strain and effort as he pushed, attempting to finally force his entire hand into the deepest part of Elise's sex. Elise let out as loud a wail as her strained vocal cords would allow, which at this point was little louder than low groan. Isaac's fist shot up into her and slammed into the innermost part of her uterus. Elise's body gave up and her heart stopped at that point, the strain of the violent and inhuman rape finally doing more than she could handle. She only vaguely felt it as Isaac used his fingers to dig into her uterus and ripped holes into it as he pulled his arm back out of her. The blood poured from the gaping hole that was her vagina and large shreds of her destroyed uterus and ruptured cervix were pulled from her body and left danging over the edge of the coffee table. Elise's eyes remained open as she saw her last living vision of her couch and a flash of an image of her friend she spent her last holiday with.
Isaac stood up grinning with himself, his arm covered in cakes of blood and bits of Elise's uterus. "What an amazing little bitch she was." He took some of the bits of her leftover clothed and wiped his arm off, then sat down on her couch and relaxed himself. "Your turn Victor."
Victor stood up and walked around the coffee table and knelt down behind Elise. He undid his pants letting his rock-hard penis rest over Elise's ass. He was rather large, nearly 9 inches long and a good 2 inches thick. He pulled from his pocket a little tube and spread some liquid over his penis until it was covered. He took his hands and spread Elise's ass open and pressed the head of his penis against her anus and pushed his penis all the way up to his balls. He enjoyed the feeling of Elise's amazing tight ass as he anally raped her corpse for almost fifteen minutes until his orgasm overcame him and he ejected several powerful burst of his semen into her rectum. Victor layed down over Elise and kept stroking his penis in her ass, cuddling her dead body for a minute or two. He removed his penis, wiping it down with the cloth her removed from her mouth, and then stuffed the cloth into her anus. The two men rested up for an hour or so before leaving. Victor made sure the door was locked and the outside of the trailer home looked as if nothing had happened. The two men walked away.
Twenty minutes later, a woman wearing a denim jacket and a brown cotton shirt with black jeans walked up to the door and knocked. She waited patiently for a response....