Bad End
Ending #4
Or Else
Be at the men’s
bathroom tonight at 5PM… or else.
Alice reread the note on
her ‘special’ pager. A sinking feeling
filled her stomach as the soles of her feet carried her towards Central Park. How
had she gotten into this mess?
Three weeks
ago, Alice
found a mysterious envelope in her school locker. It contained discreet photographs detailing Alice’s frequent
masturbation in inappropriate situations, including one her obviously fingering
herself during Senior Math. Along with
the incriminating photos was an unsigned note, with the cryptic warning, “Come
alone to the men’s bathroom in Central Park,
10PM tonight.” In those juvenile and
innocent days, nothing seemed worse than those photos being made public.
Now her
problems went far beyond simple photographs.
That first
night in the bathroom, Alice
had been subject to near uncountable violations by her Japanese classmate
Tomoko and her friends. As she laid in a
stall, dripping cum into the toilet, Tomoko threw a pager to Alice’s feet.
“You’ll come when we call for you, or else…”
Alice always thought the
“or else…” pertained to the photographs, but she would eventually learn that
the punishment for defiance was far worse.
For a
month, Alice
followed all of her tormentor’s demands.
She went from an innocent 19-year old virgin to having done nearly
everything in the book. Even worse, she
dragged her friends into the mess as well, all to save her own skin. Corin thought her
friend Alice was brining her to cool club, but instead she was traded into
slavery. Alice
knew what she was doing was horrible, but she also knew that every time they
fucked Corin would amount to one less assault against
Alice.
Corin’s disappearance raised lots of questions around
school, but fortunately for Alice and the nerdy girl’s captors, she was
classified as a runaway. Alice knew the truth,
though; Corin was chained to a bed in some low-grade
brothel, violated in every orifice for the profit of her owners.
Sadly, with
Corin out of the way, the
gang returned their attentions to Alice,
their rapes becoming ever the more brutal as they grew tired of their traditional
perversions.
Alice looked back at the
pager and, for the first time since her trials began, truly contemplated her
actions.
There was
just no way she could go through with it anymore. In a fit of rage, she took the pager and
threw it into the street. Alice watched in glee as
the cursed pager crunched under tire after tire. Then, with a false sense of security, Alice turned away from
the park, never to return.
For hours, Alice wandered the city, a
false sense of triumph pervading her thoughts.
She thought the solution to her problems was so simple, though she was
unaware of the dire price she would pay for denying her responsibilities.
At 9pm, Alice returned home. That’s
strange, she thought, noting that the front light was off. Normally her mother turned it on when she was
waiting for her daughters to come back.
Stranger still was the locked front door. Alice
fumbled around in the dark with her key and entered her home.
The horrors
she saw made her regret ever defying her blackmailers.
In the
middle of the room was her older, prudish sister Gertrude, forcibly mounted on
one of the men that Alice
had so painfully become familiar with over the last few weeks. One of the rapist’s cohorts pushed down on
Gertrude’s shoulders, keeping impaled on the man’s cock. Alice
could see that her sister was crying, covered in cum, and completely unable to
defend herself against the sexual attacks, her mouth and arms bound with reams
of packing tape. Alice gasped in shock, immediately realizing
that this was the outcome of her defiance.
She stumbled closer and closer to her sister, not realizing that another
one of the men closed the door behind her and bolted it shut.
Alice kneeled on the
ground and reached for her sister, her blue pleated skirt pulling and revealing
part of her smooth thighs. “Big sis…
what have they done to you?” Alice’s mourning over the
fate of her sister was interrupted by a garish scream from upstairs. Realizing there the voice belonged to her mother, Alice
sprinted up the stairs, losing one of her shoes along the way.
Alice found her mother in
the master bedroom, her screams now muffled with a blue ball gag fastened
tightly around her head. Her Japanese
style Kimono was open, revealing the leather straps that bound her arms to her
torso. A large dildo was crammed painfully
into the mother’s cunt, causing the black-haired forty-five year
old to writhe around on the floor as she tried to shake it loose. Tomoko stood above the woman, wearing her
trademark fur coat.
“Alice, I thought we had
an agreement?”
“How… how
could you do this? My mother and sister
did nothing to deserve this?”
Tomoko
laughed at Alice. “Haha, the men are
going to get their release, one way or another.
If you aren’t there to help them, I guess your mother and sister will
have to suffice.” Tomoko walked closer
to Alice as two
of her men flanked her. With Alice’s newfound defiance,
she and her family would have to be sold to the same traders that had bought
that brat Corin. The two girls would certainly be sold to a
brothel or private owner, and perhaps even the mother, though her advancing age
made it increasingly likely that she would just be sold for parts.
The grim
fates of her captives didn’t concern Tomoko, though. She would be getting paid either way, and
until then…
It was
going to be a fun night.
BAD END #4
