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Bad End
Ending
#8
Sister
of Two
By
Razor7826
With tears in her eyes, Juliette
Cummings pled with Dr. Klaut. “Is there any alternative? Please, you have to help us out, doctor. Please…” Juliette trailed off and began to cry. Klaut shrugged in
dismay, at a total loss with how to console the sobbing twenty-two year old
woman.
“I’m sorry, I truly am, but Terrance’s
cancer is too far advanced for chemotherapy to work. This surgery is the best option, and it needs
to be done soon.” It wasn’t that the doctor
enjoyed telling her that her little brother was as good as dead, but he did
have a bit of a thing for crying women.
Phillip Klaut felt himself starting to smile,
but suppressed his sadistic glee before Juliette noticed, her vision still
muddled with tears.
“Suzie’s condition has already wiped
out our inheritance! There’s no way we
can afford the surgery…” How could things have gone so wrong for us? Six
months ago, the parents of Juliette, Susan, and Terrance Cummings were killed
in a bus bombing during a trip to
Then came the
double blows of Suzie’s weak heart and Terrance’s cancer. Before Juliette realized how dire things
were, the money was gone, leaving the college drop-out struggling against
mounting bills.
Now, after a month of chemotherapy,
Terrance’s cancer had only spread further, his only hope an expensive and risky
surgery.
The risk didn’t even matter; without a
quick flow of cash, Terrance and Suzie would be dead with in months. Juliette continued to cry as Dr. Klaut suppressed his smiles.
“I’m sorry Juliette, but Terrance
needs the surgery. I’d recommend you do
whatever you can to gather the funds, quickly.”
That’s it, Phillip, salt the
wounds, exaggerate the problem. This
girl would be a perfect candidate for the club.
All I have to do is bait her along, and we can con her into giving us a
show. “Now if you’ll excuse me,
Juliette, I have other patients waiting.”
Phillip walked out of the examination room and into his office, making
sure that the door was locked behind him.
From his lower right hand drawer, he pulled out a slim black disposable cellphone and called the number he was told to commit to
memory. “I think I have another girl we
can use...”
One hour later, Juliette waved goodbye
to her little brother in front of
There’s
still hope. Maybe I can get a loan.
An afternoon full of bank visits
crushed that glimmer of hope. Two
bounced checks was enough to seal the fate of her and
her siblings. Crushed and dispirited,
Juliette wandered around the financial district, pleading with every bank
imaginable, the answer always a no. Little did she know, there was still somebody
out that would tell her everything she wanted to hear.
Exhausted, Juliette made her way
through the parking garage to her beater of a car, her long red hair standing
out in the darkness. Her hair was
everything Jon needed to identify her from his Lexus. That’s
her, all right. Time
to lay the bait. The
thirty-seven year old lawyer opened his car door and silently stalked the
club’s unknowing prey. As the red-head
fumbled with her car keys, Jon finally laid the trap.
“Juliette Cummings, I have a way for
you to get the money that you need.”
Juliette froze for a moment, then began to
think about what the man was saying. She
slowly turned around, leaving her keys in the door.
“What do I have to do to save my
brother and sister? I’ll do anything you
ask. Please, tell me!”
Jon knew that Phillips judgment was
spot on; this naïve young woman was the perfect candidate for the games. “My name is Edward Kingsley, and I represent
a certain… entertainment venue… that we need to keep underground for legal
purposes. Now, I don’t mean to offend
your suburban sensibilities, but the games we play there involve a little bit
of wrestling, a little bit of gambling, and a little bit of nudity. I need to be sure you are a woman of your
word before we discuss these things any further.”
Juliette gave but a moment of
consideration before responding with an enthusiastic “Yes, I can keep quiet
about this.” She knew where this was
heading- naked lesbian wresting- but it didn’t bother her.
“You’ll be playing a little bit of
strip-wrestling against women just like you.
Ten thousand dollars per match, and five times that if you manage to
win. If you are still interested, come
to this address alone tomorrow night at ten, and somebody will arrive to pick
you up.” Jon handed Juliette a business
card, which listed a small club on the outskirts of town. “Don’t tell anyone where you are going. We need to keep this little operation under
wraps, and if we even suspect that you’ve told anyone, the deals off.” Jon left out a few important details, but as
long as Juliette kept quiet, none of it mattered.
Juliette put the business card in her
purse, but before she could thank ‘Edward’ for the opportunity, he was gone.
The next night, Juliette tucked her siblings
in at nine o’clock, the went to her bedroom to
change. Anticipating a simple wrestling
match, she dressed in clothes that would put her at the least
disadvantage. A simple tube-top and
tight denim jeans would give her opponent little to grasp, and the lack of
jewelry would ensure that there were no dirty tricks. On her way out, Juliette looked at her
siblings and smiled, then quietly slipped out the front door. I’ll be
back before they even know I’m gone, she thought to herself. I’m
young and in the best condition of my life.
A few nights of winning and everything will be taken care of. She drove to the given location, still
with a smile on her face, a sign of the newfound hope that fueled her
body. Things were finally starting to
look up for the first time since she dropped out of medical school.
The parking lot at the address was
empty. Strange. Juliette opened her car door, climbed out,
then looked around. No more than ten
seconds later, a black limo pulled up right next to her. One of the tinted windows rolled down and a
gray haired gentleman in a tailored suit looked Juliette over. “I take it you are Miss Juliette
Cummings? Come on in, we have quite the
crowd waiting for your match.” The man
opened the door, and Juliette stepped into the limo. “May I ask that you turn off your cellphone? We prefer
that nobody be able to track our location.”
“Sure thing.” Juliette turned off her cellphone,
not thinking about the absurdity of the request.
So
naïve... I’m going to love the look on her face when she realizes what she’s
gotten herself into. Wonderful body… I
hear she’s smart, too. Makes things much hotter.
Juliette paid no attention to
the car’s surroundings as it wove it’s way through the
outskirts of town, expecting her to just be safely dropped off at her car once
the match was over. Her expectations
blinded her to the suspicious designs and décor of the venue. An elevator warehouse brought her down twenty
floors to a long hallway. Doors lined
the sides, and at the end of hallway she could see thick double doors. Men and woman of all ages and races walked in
and out of the doors, and, based on their clothing, Juliette could see that
they were all rather wealthy.
“You’ll be going straight into the
ring, as we’re a bit behind schedule.”
“What are the rules, exactly?”
“You’ll hear those in the ring.” You’ll
also be quite surprised by them. “Now
just hurry through those double doors up ahead and the MC will start the match.
By now, Juliette was at least starting
to get slightly suspicious. Her handler
was being exceptionally vague about everything, but she was willing to put up
with far more for the money she was getting paid. The doors opened up as she approached them,
and the twenty-four year old walked through into the arena. All around her were darkened panels of a
geodesic dome enclosing a small wrestling arena. Near the door opposite Juliette was another
woman about the same age, wearing a long dinner dress and short, bobbed black
hair. She looked worried about
something.
Once Juliette was completely through
the door, it slammed shut and locked. Why do they need to lock the door? The raspy voice of the announcer came
through the speakers and answered her question.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event
is about to begin. Tonight, we have two sweet and innocent first timers, each fighting
for money and freedom! In the blue corner,
Juliette looked up, as did her
opponent. What does he mean our freedom?
The announcer continued,
sadistic glee evident in his voice.
“Only the winner will leave this arena, while the loser gets to spend
the rest of her life servicing our perverted clientele! So go at it, our little sweeties! The loser is the first to go limp, no other
rules, at all!”
Both combatants turned back towards
their respective doors and tried with all their might to break free, but to no
avail. Juliette continued to pound and
the door and scream for help. “Let me
go! You lied to me! I don’t want to do this anymore?” Her pleas were met with silence from all
around.
On the other end of the ring, Kim had
realized that she didn’t have a choice.
Even if this Juliette woman had a better reason to fight for the money,
the punishment for losing was too great to accept. She would kill Juliette if she had to, and
the longer the red-head spent pounding on the door, the better the chances of
Kim surprising her. The lawyer removed
her high-heels and began to run towards Juliette, who was still clawing against
the door, trying to break free.
“Please! My brother and sister need me or they’ll
die! I can’t stay her… no… no…” Juliette slid down onto her knees and burst
into tears. All she wanted to do was
save her family, but now she was participating the
sadistic games of wealthy perverts. Why is this happening to me?
Her sorrows were interrupted as
Kim tackled her to the floor and began slapping her in the face. The fight for freedom had begun.
“You bitch!” Juliettte began to
fight back with her tiny clenched fists, landing one good blow to the side of
Kim’s head, causing her to loosen her grip in Juliette’s arms. Juliette pounced on the opportunity and
pulled a reversal, now on top of Kim pinning her arms to her sides. Juliette was a bit meatier than the lithe
Kim, so the she had Kim immobilized. Now
the problem was how to actually win the fight.
All of Juliette’s limbs were in use restraining Kim, but there was no
way to knock her out.
“UNrrggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Kim tried to free herself, but her skinny
arms and legs were too weak to break Juliette’s hold. There was only way way
for her to free herself. Surging her
head upwards, she landed a crushing headbutt to
Juliette’s nose, forcing the red-head to stumble backwards, clenching her nose
in pain.
“Ahhh,
my nose! I think it’s broken!”
screamed Juliette, forgetting the higher stakes that were on the line in this
game for one fatal moment. Kim pounced
on the moment of Juliette’s distraction to force her into a choke hold from
behind, one arm around her forehead, the other around her neck. Before Juliette even understoodd
the predicament, the pressure that would lose her the fight was being applied
to her carotid artery. Her vision
started to blur, fields of black interceding her vision. She knew the end was near, but memories of
her family gave her a second wind in a last ditch effort to triumph over Kim
and save her young brother and sister.
It was too late, however, the strength
already robbed from her limbs as she weakly pounded on Kim’s heid with her flailing arms.
She failed her family, and she failed
herself. For who knows how long,
Juliette flickered through states of being barely conscious. She could barely make out the sounds of the
announcer, then felt Kim loosen the chokehold. Juliette could see Kim exit from
a side door, and a group of men wearing leather masks entered the arena in her
place. A wave of terror overcame her as
she could see that each man was naked except for small loincloths that were
doing very poor jobs of constraining their stiffening cocks.
Oh
my god oh my god, they’re going to rape me!
You can get out of this if you try hard enough. Now, move! Juliette flopped around and tried to crawl
away, but her strength was still robbed by the long choke hold. As the men
stumbled closer and closer, more and more of Juliette’s strength returned,
until, at last, she stumbled up onto her feet and ran forward, making only a
few steps before she was finally overtaken.
The burly men took no time at all to snap and lock leather cuffs to her
wrists and ankles, and a spider-gag into her mouth.
“eeeehhe
ettt eeee gooooooooo! Eeee….” Juliette plead for her salvation, but her gagged mumblings brought
nothing but laughter from her assailants.
Four pairs of grasping handss began to firmly
fondle her body, slowly weaseling their way down her tubetop
and tight pants. The groping hands
probed her body, pinched her nipples, and squeezed her tits, all while she
flailed around in their grasp, knowing that the end was near but struggling for
freedom no matter how slight the odds.
A new wave of fear overcame her as the
masked men tore free her tubetop and wrestled off her
pants, leaving her only in her plain white panties, which lasted no more than
three seconds and quick tug from even the scrawniest of her rapists-to-be. In one swift motion, the largest of the man
rammed his cock into Juliette, her round tits swaying with the impact.
Juliette’s cries echoed through the
domed arena, and in a moment of clarity amid her horror, she realized the
nature of the arena. Behind each of
those black panels of glass that comprised the dome was some wealthy spectator
in a private booth, so amorally twisted that they would pay untold sums of cash
to watch the kidnap and rape of pure innocent women, just like Juliette. In all
likelihood, the kidnappings had been going on for years, and would continue to
do so until a victor like Kim told the truth to the world.
Unfortunately, that was not meant to
be. Behind the arena door, Kim consulted
with the same man that had approached her on the way home from work three days
ago. She collected her cash and began to
make her way out of the arena, thrilled that she would be able to repay her
loans.
Sadly for her, the announcers
promise of freedom had been but a carrot on a stick, mere bait to ensure the
woman gave the brutal fights the clientele loved paid for. Out of site from the main audience but
recorded by hidden cameras from many angles,
Back in the arena, Juliette was
experiencing a new world of pain that she had hardly imagined. Echoes of flesh slapping across her ass and
face filled the arena as the masked men pounded all of her holes. Long drained of energy, Juliette merely let
her arms and legs hang to her sides limply, the men triple teaming her as she
laid down, impaled on one of their members.
For hours, her assault never ended, the men clearly fueled by drugs to
keep them going and going after they dumped their wretched seed into her.
Oh
God, why is this happening to me?
Why? Please… watch out for my
brother and sister. The rancid taste
in her mouth and the splitting pain in her ass and cunt damaged not only her
body, but her mind, slowly twisting her into accepting that this was her life
now; she would never see her dear siblings again, leaving them all alone in the
world.
Finally, the men stopped raping
Juliette and dumped her onto the ground with a thud. “Ughhh…” Juliette writhed on the floor in agony, her
entire body sore and overflowing with cum.
Once again, she broke down into tears from both the pain and
sorrow. Her stomach began to rumble,
uneasily filled with the seed of her rapists.
“*cough* *cough*” It was starting to come up, and finally, Juliette spat
forth a mouthful of cum which oozed off the sides of her face, down her cheeks,
and into her red hair. The men returned
a few minutes later with a hose and began to rinse Juliette down, making sure
to shove the head into each of her holes to fully clean her out. At
least I won’t get pregnant, though these monsters probably already had a plan
for that.
Once the new slave was rinsed
clean, one of the men snapped her wrist and ankle cuffs together behind her
back, leaving her virtually hogtied. He
then picked up the dripping Juliette over his shoulder and carried her out of
the arena, where a serving cart was waiting.
The man slammed Juliette down onto the metallic cart and walked away,
knowing that their newest fucktoy was in no position
to escape.
Within a minute, an Asian woman in a
red dress took control of the metallic cart and led it towards an
elevator. Once the two were alone in the
elevator, the woman addressed Juliette.
“Things are just getting started for you. I’ve helped hundreds of women into their new
role, and I can tell that you are going to be quiet popular here, especially
once people start hearing your little sob story. Our clients love despair, and they are sure to get a nice kick out of the fact
that your failure here tonight will lead to the deaths of your sweet little
brother and sister.”
“ooo
cunt!” Juliette began thrashing around
on top of the serving cart, but in her bound state, the woman easily got her
under control.
“We have a little gift for you. A little memento so your clients will know
who you are how you failed.” The woman
attached a thick leather collar around Juliette’s neck and padlocked it shut in
the back. A small dog tag hung from the
front, and the Asian woman bent over and read the inscription to Juliette.
Juliette
Sister of Two
Fought for their lives, and failed.
The doors of the elevator opened
up, and the woman pushed the cart down the hall with a smile on her face as
Juliette continued to cry. Through her
tear blurred vision, she could see a row of doors on her right side, guessing
that the doors led to the private rooms for those sick and twisted clients that
watched her fight and rape. At the third
door, the woman knocked and said “Room service!”
The door opened up, and three women
answered the door. The asian woman pushed the cart into
the room and left Juliette to her fate.
In the darkness, she could see the
three young women, no older than twenty, put on strap on dildos. She let loose a yelp as she was brutally
yanked from the cart, and her assault began over again.
Bad End
#8
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