The Scarlet Dove - Issue 12

Of course, it was hopeless. The third man would have his way with her as well. She could only squirm slightly as he pushed her hands down and penetrated her. Feeling his hot, round dick pumping and sliding inside her body, Starling barely felt human. Unable to move, either to resist or even participate, she was just a warm, moist hole to be fucked and used.

The third man fucked her for what seemed a long time. Gradually the biomist’s effect continued to wear off, but only in so much that she was squirming and moaning even more for this thug before he was finished.

Her curvaceous young body felt warm, and squishy. The pumping thrust of his manhood stole her breath, while the feminine jiggle of her tits spread sensual energy throughout her upper body.

The humiliated young woman didn’t even bother begging him to stop. That final thug fucked her so hard, it felt as if her was trying to hurt her already used pussy. Her denigration reaching new lows as a sudden rush of heat flow through her. She could feel his seed fill her up, overflowing and spurting out of her violated cunt.

He climbed off of her, staggering over to where her other two assailants were laughing and congratulating each other.

“…a bitch well fucked!” cackled one of the thugs.

“Put her in her place, that’s for sure!” agreed the other.

Ashamed and utterly humiliated, Starling managed to roll onto her side, curling into a fetal position. Covered in cum, and feeling two loads sloshing inside her desecrated womb, the degraded girl covered her face and began to cry her pretty green eyes out.

“Don’t get too relaxed just yet,” she heard Ozone telling the others. “We’ve still got to turn her over to Dominion…let’s put her to sleep and tie her up!”

Starling heard their footsteps approaching, willing herself to her hands and knees in a desperate attempt to crawl to safety, desperate and futile. Ozone grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back and making her gasp in pain. He sprayed her with biomist, and once more the defeated heroine surrendered to her foe. This time the mutant doused her with toxic fumes until darkness enveloped the helpless red head.

With a sigh Starling fell unconscious.

11:55pm
“…up, Star…”

The voice sounded far away, and muffled.

“…Can you hear me… Wake up…”

Starling squirmed, feeling tight and uncomfortable. The voice sounded familiar, but her hazy brain could not identify it yet.

“…Starling wake up…”

Her green eyes opened, too bleary to make out her surroundings. She did begin to become aware of herself though. There was something in her mouth, some cloth, it felt coarse against her tongue, wrapped over her cheeks and cinched at the back of her neck. Laying face down on a concrete floor, she could feel the cold and grit against her soft, naked breasts. When she tried to move, pain shot through her shoulders and hips simultaneously. She realized quickly that her arms had been pulled behind her back, and lashed to her ankles with some kind of cord, in a sort of reverse hog-tie position. She groaned, testing the binding only to find the knots secure and the cord biting into her porcelain skin.

She could feel it chaffing her ankles as well, and wiggling her toes in the cool air, realized her boots had been removed. She was now only wearing her white feathered mask.

…A trussed up, naked bitch ready to be served up for Dominion, no doubt, she thought miserably.

“Star, you’re okay!” it was Baker.

Starling turned her head, having to shake crimson tresses out of her face. The dealer was sitting against the wall, not far away. His wrists and ankles were tied in front of him, they’d used yellow plastic cord, probably the same was binding her.

Baker!? You were supposed to have run, escaped, she wondered silently. What the hell are you doing here??

“Can you get loose?” Baker asked.

Obviously not, you idiot! The young heroine frowned and shook her head.

“I tried to run right before Ozone started whipping your ass,” Baker sighed.

And they say chivalry is dead…at least you aren’t…yet…

“But them two cats out front were waiting for me, I shoulda grabbed Mac’s glock...”

Starling grunted, about the only thing she could do with the cleave-gag in her mouth, and turned onto her side. Crap, they must have recovered while I was taking down the rest inside.

The rest of their surroundings came into view as her vision continued to clear. They were in a small storage room now. There were rusted aluminum shelving against the walls on either side of them. No windows, and only a single aging door in the wall behind her.

“I heard ‘em say Dominion was on the way, when they stuck us in here,” Baker’s face darkened. “So you probably need to do some superheroine-type shit and get us the fuck out of here!”

Ice crawled up Starling’s spine, as she shifted in her binding. Her green eyes dipped towards the floor, as she tried not to think about what would happen when Dominion arrived and found her like this.

Behind her the door opened. Baker looked up and a cloud crossed his face. She twisted, straining her shoulder to get a look at who was standing in the doorway.

It was Mac. “What up, bitches?”

“Mac! You gotta get us out of here,” Baker said quickly.

“Get you out of…” the thug chuckled. “Shit, muthafucka don’t you know snitches get stitches? In your case I’m thinkin’ a little worse…”

“C’mon man,” the dealer went on. “We used to be tight! I always cut your mammi half price on my shit…”

“Shut th’fuck up Baker, I ain’t in here to hear your mouth!” The dark skinned man knelt down beside Starling and pulled something out of his pocket.

The bound girl tried to scoot away, but he pulled her back to him. He flicked his wrist, opening a switchblade. He cut the binding around her ankles. When she felt her legs come loose, Starling immediately tried to scramble away. She didn’t get far. Mac had hold of her wrists which were still securely bound.

She squealed into her gag as he pulled her towards him. Her green eyes caught the flash of that knife as Mac brought it up before her face.

“You see this blade, bitch?” he hissed in her ear.

The bound heroine froze, nodding.

“You gon’ come with me and you gon’ cooperate,” the thug went on, gesturing towards Baker. “Or I’m gonna use this to carve up that muthafucken rat before we kill him!”

Where did this guy learn to threaten people? Starling wondered to herself. Still, if he’s taking me somewhere I might have a chance to escape! She nodded again, and he helped her up to her feet.

“Come on, Mac,” Baker pleaded.

The thug said nothing but pointed the blade at him again, silencing the dealer. Starling shot him a glance, a quick nod that was far less confident than she intended. Mac shoved her out into the hallway, then quickly shut and locked the door. The bound heroine stumbled a bit, her unfettered breasts bouncing as she fell against the wall.

“C’mon bitch,” Mac said, grabbing her by the arm and leading her down the hallway. “I remember that first night we met, you were askin’ ‘bout Dominion…I ain’t think he was real then. I still ain’t too sure I believe all that shit, but who-eva he is, I guess he on his way for you!”

The young woman stumbled along, knees still wobbly, the concrete floor felt rough against her bare feet and her naked breasts swayed as he tugged her forward. She glanced at the big hand, clamped around her arm, his dark skin a stark contrast against her alabaster complexion.

A few doors down from the storage room, she was shoved into what used to be some kind of lab. There was a rusted steel table in the center, with a few pieces of dust coated lab equipment on it. Against the wall, a few aging file cabinets half covered in flaking paint. Chewing nervously on her gag, she turned to face Mac, he was shutting the door behind them.

“You know what else I remember from that night?” Mac was twirling the switchblade through his fingers. “How good you suck dick!”

Is that really what you think is about to happen? Starling couldn’t help but think, stepping discretely into a more balanced stance.

“But I ain’t fuck you that night cuz it ain’t seem like we had time,” he was coming towards her, grinning. “But then I heard I missed my turn after you tazed me earlier…”

As soon as he was in range, Starling whipped her gorgeous gam into the side of Mac’s face! He grunted and lurched sideways, dropping his knife. The bound heroine kicked the weapon away, and quickly squared back up to the thug.

“You dumb bit-“ before he could finish she spun into another kick, throwing her leg high.

His arm came up to block, but the strike was merely a feint and Starling spun on her heel, redirecting and driving her bare foot into his stomach! He stumbled back, clutching his midsection and gasping for breath.

Starling teetered suddenly, her pretty head spinning as she struggled to maintain her balance. Damn, I must still be feeling the effects of the biomist! Need to get my arms free if I’m going to win this…

“Alright that’s enough!” Mac growled, reaching for his waistband pulling out his gun!

Acting on her lightening quick reflexes the young heroine lunged forward and kicked it out of his hand! The weapon clattered to the floor, however at such close range Mac was able to tackle her before she could follow up. Gasping around her cleavegag, Starling was taken clean off her feet and slammed down on the floor! With her hands bound behind her back, the red head was helpless as Mac scrambled on top of her, slugging her in the jaw! Pinned down now, her enhanced reflexes were useless as he drove his fist into her stomach.

Starling groaned in pain, momentarily stunned as the breath exploded from her lungs. Knowing he was back in control, her attacker stood and kicked the defenseless girl in the ribs. She let out a muffled cry, rolling to her side from the force of the blow. The cleave gag made it nearly impossible to catch her breath.

“You stupid cunt!” Mac growled and kicked her in the stomach for good measure.

Starling groaned into her gag, fighting just to breath now. She was writhing in pain, bound, gagged, naked and completely defenseless. The thug knelt beside her, pushing crimson tresses out of her masked face.

“You stupid bitch!” He tangled his hand into her scarlet hair and hauled her back to her feet. “Now I’m’a get my turn!”

12:17am
Mac cleared a spot on the table and shoved Starling over the top of it, her naked breasts thumping against the cool steel. She was still dizzy and struggling to catch her breath through the strip of cloth cinched between her lips.

I can’t let this happen, she thought. Have to figure out a way to get me and Baker out of here!

She felt Mac’s hands beginning to caress her naked backside. Being bent over the desk put her perky, heart-shaped ass in perfect position, and he took full opportunity. His rough palms slid over her curves, sending nervous titters down her creamy thighs.

“Damn, white girls is stepping it up!” Mac said as he groped her firm, round cheeks.

Starling could only whimper in protest, as he grabbed eager handfuls of booty meat.

“You got a ass could be on a sistah!”

The helpless heroine could only whine and squirm as he fondled her nice, round booty. His big hands cupped her plump butt cheeks, squeezing and jiggling. He gave her a few gentle spankings, obviously not intended to punish or hurt. Feeling the way he kneaded her firm flesh sent chills crawling up her spine, filling her head with the earliest tingles of arousal.

He’s playing with my booty the way most guys play with my tits… She quivered as he continued to grope, surprised to find it so arousing. No! Focus up, girl! You still have to get away before…CRAP!

Too late…one of his hands slid downward, finding the soft, hairless pussy tucked between her creamy thighs. He stuck a finger into her immediately and the sudden penetration sent a lightning bolt through her torso and triggered a gush of wetness.

Starling shuddered, whimpering in embarrassment as her juices began to flow. One hand continued squeezing her peach-like cheek, while Mac pumped his thick finger in and out of her vulnerable cunt, sending unwanted tingles dancing through her hips. Squirming, the young woman soaked his hand despite her shame.

I’m not going to be able to stop him from having his way with me, the red head realized, straining futilely against her bonds, and clenching her teeth around the cleavegag. Or even beg him to stop…

“You ever had a big black cock in this fine white pussy?” Mac asked as if on cue.

Of course Starling had been attracted to black guys before, even dated some in high school and college…but the way he said that, the naked aggression of it, sent a fearful tremble through her curvaceous body.

Oh gawd, he was so big, she couldn’t help but remember their last encounter. I could barely handle him in mouth…what will he do to my pussy??

Mac pulled his finger out of her, beginning to rub the soft flesh of her labia. She felt his fingers spreading her lips, and sliding between them. She squirmed, biting her gag as the sensation sent goosebumps rippling across her porcelain skin. When he found her clit, he pinched the sensitive little nub, rolling it between his fingers. Starling’s curvaceous figure quivered as a surge of energy rolled up her spine, making her head spin!

Her cleavegag muffled a sensuous moan!

“That’s right slut,” Mac rumbled. “Might as well enjoy it!”

Starling laid her head on the desk, chewing the cloth strung through her lips in frustration. The familiar humiliation rolled through the young heroine, defeated, captured and subjected to sexual stimulation.

Why is it so easy for these men to take control of my body? She lamented as he forced her to moan once more.

Mac continued to play with her clit, making her perky, round ass jump and tremble in response. Soon the sensitive little nub grew warm, swelling between his fingertips. Warm electricity danced up her abdomen, pooling in her breasts and making her heart hammer in her chest. Starling looked back in dismay, watching the dark skinned man grin as he made her his plaything.

Continuing to wiggle his fingers in her wet slit, suddenly Mac pushed his thumb into her pussy. Starling jumped and whined, as the new grip sent intense heat rolling through her belly.

Behind her Mac chuckled. “You like that bowling ball grip, bitch?”

Shaking her red head vehemently in denial, her pussy revealed to truth. As that grip tightened, the heat intensified and her girly juices began to trickle down her inner thigs. Disgusted by her body’s betrayal Starling hid her face against the desk, whining in dismay.

Soon she could no longer keep from moaning as he toyed with her. His thick fingered bowling ball grip making her hot little cunt gush all over his hand. Her head was beginning to clear but she felt even weaker now, as this man had taken complete control of her own body.

“I think you ready now,” Mac murmured, pulling his thumb out of her.

She heard him quickly unbuckle, unbutton and unzip, then he kicked her feet apart, spreading her long legs to open her up for penetration! Her heart was pounding between her breasts, which heaved against the desk top as she gasped around the cleavegag. Straining against her bonds, feeling the bite of the chord, her last hope of escape drained away. A uniquely feminine sense of venerability settled over the young woman, feeling herself naked and splayed open for her assailant. Despite her arousal, tears welled, realizing she could not fight or even resist him in any way.

He knew it too! Mac glowered over her smugly, as he pulled out his thick, chocolate brown cock. Starling could not see but sensed it, poised at her tight, wet hole. She swallowed nervously, once more remembering how big he was… could her pussy even handle that? She suddenly felt callow and nervous.

“You know what they say,” Mac groaned, rubbing the head of his cock through her moist slit. “Once you go black…”

She felt him begin to push in, the thick head of his big black cock spreading her wide open! It hurt. Whining in pain, Starling scrambled on leg up onto the table top, trying to open herself up more. Slowly, deliberately, Mac forced himself deeper inside. The pain spread out from her pussy, until her hips ached from the size of him.

My gawd he’s so big! She thought, as the strain sent a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He’ll split me in two!

“Fuck you’re tight!” he groaned, pulling back and thrusting in again. “Relax, bitch!”

Starling squealed into her gag, helpless as Mac began to fuck her. He grabbed her bonds, holding her in place as he thrust again. The violated heroine cried out under her gag, as a mix of pain and pleasure rolled through her body! Mac’s cock stretched her beyond her limits, but she could feel every ridge and vein sliding against her most sensitive flesh. Soon he was coated in her juices and gliding through her tight warm cunt.

Feeling the way his big black cock forced her body to stretch, making her accommodate him, surrendering to his size, sent a wave of submissiveness rolling through her. Arousal filled her mind, turning her brain into soft pink mush. His cock plowed into her, confusing pleasure and pain, as orgasmic energies began to build and she no longer had the will or the desire to resist.

The piston between her legs pumped in and out, straining and stretching her tight little pussy with every thrust. The surrendered heroine began to moan in time, completely overwhelmed by the sensation pounding between her legs.

Keeping hold of the binding around her wrists, Mac began to pull, forcing Starling’s torso into a sharp arch. The tension turned her body into body into bowstring, further mingling pleasure and pain as every thrust reverberated through her entire body.

His cock is so fucking big! She thought, squealing as it slammed into her. He’s tearing my pussy apart!

Yet with the pain came waves of heat, turning her insides to molten lead. The overwhelming sensation of that huge cock pounding her pussy forcing her irresistibly towards orgasm. Soon her entire body was quivering with erotic energy.

Suddenly Mac released her wrists, and pulled out of her so quickly she almost fell off the table. She was trembling with weakness, her hips aching and her legs shaking.

Did he finish? I didn’t feel… she squirmed around to see him coming towards her with the switchblade back in hand.

A tremor of fear rolled through her, but before she could act he’d cut the cord around her wrists. Starling came loose with groan, collapsing to floor and curling into a fetal ball. She clutched her wrists, rubbing and stroking the bright red ligature marks.

“Don’t get comfortable!” Mac snapped, grabbing one of those throbbing wrists.

He yanked her up and dragged her across the room. He spun her around and shoved her back against the wall.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

Feeling the ache between her trembling legs, Starling knew she was still his. Cowed and submissive, she looked into his dark, brown eyes and shook her head. He peeled his shirt off, and the red head let her gaze drop to his brawny chest. His dark flesh glistened beautifully, muscular and well built under a sheen of sweat. Below that, his huge chocolate erection was reaching out for her and seeing it now, made her wonder how it had ever fit inside her. Still, she reached out for it, part of her wanted it back...back in!