In Hell
by Mecca
Destinee woke and remembered absolutely nothing. She sensed absolutely nothing. She knew was that it was dark and she felt constricted. Like she she was being squeezed. Like she was being swallowed whole by a serpent. Like she was already dead.
She tried to move her arms. Nothing. She tried to move her legs. She couldn’t feel them. It was hot and dark. She could feel the sweat on her skin. And she could hear something. A man. Breathing hard. She could feel his breath.
She hurt. Her muscles were sore. And her ass hurt. She felt her bowels move themselves and she shuddered. She was shitting. And then suddenly, full again! No, she wasn’t shitting, she was being fucked. She was being ass fucked.
Horror. Destinee tried to move again, this time spreading her arms and legs to see how stuck she was. They would not move. She could feel her toes curl, so she knew she had legs, she just couldn’t move them. She was tied up and being raped. Raped up the ass.
She could hear the man more clearly now.
“Yeah. That’s good. Take that. Take it.”
She had no idea how she got here.
She whined at her situation, and hearing her own muffled groan she knew that she had been gagged. And blindfolded, apparently? She hoped she wasn’t blind, but she could feel her eyelids scraping against something. She thought it felt like something covering her eyes. It was hard to tell.
Most concerning wasn’t that she had been abducted, tied up, and was currently being anally raped, although that was concerning… Most concerning was that she couldn’t remember how she got here. She had no idea who the man could be. She tried to work backwards, but her mind was blank.
What was her name? Destiny? Destinee. She was pretty sure her name was Destinee. She worked in imports for Burke Controls. But beyond that, her memory was blank.
She supposed it didn’t really matter who she was, as long as she could stop this man. As she was tied up, she couldn’t fight him. With some sort of gag in her mouth, she couldn’t reason with him. But she could make noise to let him know she wanted to talk.
“Mmmm. Mmm mmm. MMMmm!” she whined, letting her captor know she was awake and needed to talk. Her tongue pressed against the object in her mouth and it felt like a plastic ball. It was some BDSM shit. She didn’t know how she knew that. Was she kinky? Either way, she wasn’t into this. This was sick shit. Her rapist was some sort of psycho.
He shushed her. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m almost done.”
This made her angry. She shouted more fervently into her ball gag and the man was unmoved. Suddenly, he increased his pace, ramming his dick hard into her sore asshole, and then she felt the splashing warmth of his come. Inside.
This pissed her off more. She screamed into her gag, to no avail. He huffed, out of breath and grabbed her ass. This, she was used to. She knew men loved her fat ass, especially in skin tight jeans. They always wanted to touch. And she didn’t mind a grope from the occasional handsome playboy. But they could never fuck her there. Never in the ass.
She’d tried anal once before. With her ex, Francisco. It was painful and regrettable. She decided it wasn’t for her. Only some of her ex-boyfriends were disappointed with her stance. But she gave men that good pussy, so there was nothing to complain about. She remembered being proud of her sexual skills and appetite.
But this asshole had forced his way in. She had no agency, no choice. It was just another day in a world run by fucked up assholes. She was powerless to stop it now. If she got free, she’d kill him. And maybe shove something up his ass. She tried to threaten him, but her words were again muffled.
“I’ll see you in a bit,” he said, ignoring her growls. “Until then, hang around?” He chuckled and she could hear him walk away.
She cursed at him again and tried to break out of her bonds, but she was stuck. She suddenly felt her body swaying rhythmically. Like she was… ah, she really was hanging from something. He had tied her up and hung her from the ceiling or something.
“Harr-ah?” she asked.
There was no response. She was alone. It was time to figure out where she was. Once she got her bearings she would know how to get out of here.
It was quiet. It was very warm. Even after the fucking, she still felt sweaty and sticky. She was naked, or very close to it. She was sitting upright. Her arms and legs were fastened in metal spreader bars, it seemed, her elbows mashed up against her knees. Her feet felt the iron bars of a cage. She was bound into a squatting position, in a cage suspended from the ceiling. A cage apparently with a wide enough gap in the back to expose her still-sore, come-dripping asshole.
A bar under her knees and another bar over her elbows kept her from folding her legs or her arms back towards her body. This kept her from being able to touch her face and remove her blindfold or gag. Her fingertips could only graze the skin of her wet cheeks. There was a slight warm breeze and the sound of metal on metal echoing. And if she moved she could rock in her cage back and forth.
This gave her no new information. She was still bound, blindfolded, and gagged in an insane man’s house or something, and she had no idea who he could be. She barely remembered who she was. Or what she was doing before she woke up. She must’ve been drugged. She had heard that date rape drugs could cause amnesia. Where she heard that, she didn’t know.
How long had she been here? Her pussy still felt clean shaven, so she couldn’t have been here long, or perhaps he had shaven her? Without her vision, she wasn’t even certain that she didn’t have some hair.
She was hungry. It had at least been several hours since she had eaten. Felt like maybe a day.
Damn, she was fucking furious that someone had done this to her! She calmed herself down, promising that she would have her revenge. Eventually he would have to feed her, bathe her, and let her go to the bathroom. She would learn more then. Enough to escape at a later point.
Hours passed. Destinee occupied the time by trying to remember her past and meditating on the horrors she would inflict upon her rapist. She memorized the tone and rhythm of the ambient sounds in her environment. She must’ve been in some sort of factory by the metallic clanging. She pissed when she needed to, chuckling to herself about how the rapist would have to clean up her mess. By the sound of her piss ricocheting off of the floor, she wasn’t very high up. She was probably waist-high, for easy fucking. She dozed off for a bit, woke up, and pondered how long she slept. It was boring.
***
Before too long, she heard footsteps.
Good, she thought. He has to feed me, at least. Maybe clean up her mess. He definitely won’t fuck me like this.
“Oh, you pissed yourself,” he noticed. “Hot. I got a little pissy girl.”
Fuck. He was a gross pervert.
“Well, let’s just cleanse you off a bit,” he said. After a few moments, she felt a stream of ice cold water hit her back. Destinee whined and whimpered as the stream moved around from her upper back down to her buttocks. She shivered and wiggled as she was hosed down. “That’ll do, pig,” said he. And as Destinee sulked and dripped dry, she felt him pull the cage back.
“Nnnggh,” she protested. “Nnngh, mmph.”
His finger probed her asshole with a cool gel. After lubing her a bit, he stuck his dick back up her asshole. Destinee screamed into her gag and curled her toes and shook her head.
“Oof. Wonderful,” the man said, still filling up her ass with his large hard cock.
There was nothing she could do but take it up her butt once again. He sodomized her slow at first, hardening further in her warm bottom. She screamed and begged, but her complaints fell on deaf ears. In fact, he seemed to enjoy her struggles, whispering “yeah, you love it” into her ear as he pistoned hard in her poor butthole.
She decidedly did not love it. It hurt and was humiliating. This was her shithole and was exit only. Maybe other women liked anal. Maybe some hated it but could handle it, like dirty whores who sold themselves for a quick buck. She understood that some men needed, just needed to hurt women, and there were women that could take the pain. Not her. She knew somehow that she had struggled in life to make something of herself. She was her own woman and made her living with her brain, not her holes. Wait, was she rich?
She slowly remembered her house. Multiple stories, swimming pool, a whole maid… one of those ladies wearing an actual maid outfit. In a major city in America. She may not have been rich, but she was someone with a bit of money and a bit of power. And no husband helped her, it was all hers.
And here she was, being treated like a random streetwalker. Like no one would miss her. He must’ve been an enemy of hers. She remembered having only a few friends. So she must’ve had some enemies. People who were jealous of her lifestyle. He must’ve been one of them. Or maybe her enemies paid this man to torture her.
But right now that didn’t matter. Maybe she could convince him that she was sorry if she had wronged him, or she could bribe him with her money. But not until he removed the gag. Fuck, her ass hurt! But perhaps worse was being treated like nothing. Like a toy instead of an intelligent accomplished woman of class.
Lopez. Her name was Destinee Lopez. And she was no whore.
She cried and struggled as he buttfucked her. Once more, she felt his dick withdraw from her body.
“Oh my god, I love fucking little whores like you up your fat asses,” he said.
This little bitch, I’ll fuck him up so bad, she thought.
She continued crying as she felt the cage being lowered to the floor. She had no idea what this monster had in store for her next, but he didn’t seem very empathetic. This must’ve been personal. Money wouldn’t work. She would have to talk her way out of this.
Before she knew it, the ball gag was gone. She stretched her mouth, feeling relief. Then she realized it was time to talk.
“Let me go, please,” she said softly. “I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m…” Destinee felt some metal inserted into her mouth. While she tried to figure out what was happening, he held her jaw and pulled straps around her head. Fuck! It was a gag or something! Destinee tried to shut her mouth, but as he pulled, the ring re-aligned and widened her mouth. It was an O-ring gag, more BDSM shit. She tried to stop him, but as the strap tightened around the back of her head, her mouth was forced open.
He was finished applying the gag and she no longer felt his hands behind her neck. She knew what was coming. “Kleese no,” she begged, but he inserted a finger into her mouth, through the metal ring keeping her jaws open. He withdrew that and felt what was undoubtedly his penis.
It tasted like dick, but it also tasted like her asshole. She clearly hadn’t shit in a while and she could taste it on him. His soft dick lay obtrusively on her tongue. Destinee tried to push it out of her mouth with her tongue, but only ended up licking around the head. She grunted discontentedly.
This might’ve been worse than anal. Being forced to blow the dick that had just raped her asshole was unconscionable. It was a torture she hadn’t even conceived of. And she was capable of imagining some very cruel things to do to bad people.
“I’m not a whore,” she protested. Although it sounded more like “Ahg non a hahhh” to anyone listening.
Her meaning must’ve gotten through to him because he responded, “Well, you’re certainly sucking your ass juices like a whore.” His dick grew thicker and harder in her protesting throat, extending further and further. But she could tell he wasn’t pressing all the way to the hilt. She couldn’t feel his balls. The cage must’ve prevented him from fucking her mouth all the way. She was thankful for small mercies. Could he even cum if he couldn’t stick it all the way down her throat? When she was deepthroating her boyfriends, it seemed like they always came when their balls were smacking against her chin and were damn near in her mouth.
This man must’ve been fairly easy to please, since she soon felt his come squirt down her throat. To allow herself to keep breathing, she swallowed his seed down. This, too, was a sinister punishment. She would only swallow her boyfriends’ come if she was in love, or really in like.
This man had violated her asshole, made her go ass-to-mouth, and forced her to swallow his semen. All things she either never did, or only did in the rarest of circumstances. He had taken all that she had ever given, and then some. It was as if someone was trying to think of the cruelest, most evil punishment to inflict upon her. She caught her breath, aghast. Too traumatized to even attempt to speak. Suddenly, the cage was rising back up and she was again swinging in the air. She was left alone once more.
Boredom again. She was hungry and surprised he hadn’t fed her. She yelled for help. No one came, but her cries were louder now that she had the O-ring gag on. Maybe no one would come to help, but maybe she could annoy her rapist. But she couldn’t hear anything except for the ambient noise in this dungeon.
Just as her asshole was feeling less sore, she felt the need to defecate. While ordinarily it would tickle her to shit on some asshole’s floor (she remembered shitting on the hood of ex-boyfriend’s car once), she didn’t think this guy would mind. But there was no point hurting herself by holding it in longer. Ugh, but she would feel so gross.
“I gaghha hhigg,” she said aloud. “Hhigg, ahh-hoe!” Destinee yelled a bit, but it was clear that the man only came here to fuck her. She sighed and decided to take a quick shit. Relief was immediate as a regular-sized dump rolled out of her and made plopping noises on the floor.
“Oh man, that reeks,” the man commented, as if he had been standing right behind her the whole time. She had not heard him approach.
Destinee wanted to yell something at him, but was too humiliated. She was tired of trying to appear tough and let a few tears fall silently. She continued defecating. It was almost over and there was no point in resisting. He could do anything he wanted to her, even make jokes at her most private time. He had fucked her ass; he had seen her shit. He now knew her better than anyone had known her. And she had no idea what he even looked like.
“Ooh, this is a long one!” he called. “See how long you can go without breaking the t- Awww.” Grunting, she intentionally pinched off the turd as her small way of disappointing her voyeur. She dropped a few more loaves of thick feces and finally it was over. Now she just had the uncomfortable feeling of a sticky asshole.
“Alright, guess I’ll clean this up. But first…”. Destinee felt a finger poke up her still-dirty asshole and she yelped. This was yet a new violation. Yes, he had already touched her asshole and, yes, he’d seen her shit, but touching her filthy asshole while it was still raw rocked her core. She whimpered, cried, and shivered.
Destinee heard water again, and braced as he sprayed her down and washed the ground. Then all was silent again. For hours. She slept.
***
When Destinee woke, she decided she was in Hell. She remembered what must’ve been the past day or couple of days, but still nothing before that. How could her memory be so selective? She hadn’t eaten anything, so any drugs should’ve worn off. And then there was the fact that she had been raped twice in the one hole she didn’t use, and forced to evacuate in a tiny little cage, all while gagged and blindfolded. It was as if someone had chosen the worst possible existence for her. It was like she was in Hell.
She had no idea where she was, no clue who had abducted her, and was completely in the dark about how long she’d been here. Maybe she’d been here forever.
Destinee tried to remember more. She vaguely remembered she was in her twenties or thirties. She couldn’t remember any birthdays, but knew she was an adult and felt “young.”
She knew she had siblings, she just wasn’t sure how many. They probably weren’t close. She couldn’t remember anything about her job, just her title, and having a shit boss. That didn’t reveal much. She traveled a lot. To where? And she was fluent in Spanish. From her job or growing up? She knew she was Latina, but did she speak Spanish growing up? She couldn’t picture her parents at all. Or her high school. It was coming back, but slowly. She dozed off.
Destinee’s ears pricked up when she heard a sound. Like a moan.
“Ahhh ahn,” came a voice.
There it was again! It sounded… female. Was there another girl with her here?
“Hewwo?” she asked.
“Ahh! Aghgg!” went the voice.
Destinee was excited. Finally someone to communicate with, however poorly. And to share in her troubles. Maybe the rapist would even go easier on Destinee now that he had someone else to fuck.
But the girlish cries lowered in register and she could hear the rapist laughing. It had been him all along.
“Ha ha!” he chuckled. “Thought you had some company, didn’t you, bitch! No, all my attention is focused on you.” He added, “Forever.”
Destinee’s mood changed from forlorn to rage. She rocked in her cage screaming like a banshee through her gag. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!
“Okay, that’s enough fun. I’m horny now.”
She felt the man spin her cage around and her butthole ring reactively tensed up as her rapist poked at it. He repeatedly prodded his dick at her anus and she clamped down hard, determined to keep him out. There was a chuckle and she felt his warm hand on her cheeks and a finger at her hole. His finger only made a little headway into her ass, but after he spit on it, her asshole was no match for his hard, thin index finger. He wiggled it right into her protesting rump and the friction of her anal sphincter being pushed inward as it pushed outward caused a sharp pain. She relented as he put one, then two fingers up her reluctant butthole and widened it with his twisting fingers. She gave in, and soon enough he once again had his dick in her exit hole, sawing in and out with reckless abandon. He ravished her sweet little bumhole. She drooled and screamed and tried to imagine herself somewhere else.
After he was done, Destinee heard the man walk around the cage, and swiped his finger across her wet labia. It sounded like he sucked on his finger. “Soaking wet. You must be enjoying this,” he remarked.
This riled up Destinee again and she shook her cage again until she became disoriented from the swinging. The man walked away and disappeared into the silence as the cage gradually swung to a stop.
Again she was left in her boredom. She tried to remember more about her life. The last thing she could remember was a business trip to Atlanta. It was just a 2 day trip to fix some fuck-up and then back to headquarters. She remembered driving there, but it would take ten hours to drive there. She had to drive because she packed her pistol… Her job was dangerous. Was she a cop? Something went bad in Atlanta. She remembered her boss, Rufio. Gold teeth, tattoos, quick temper, and violent. She worked with criminals. She was not a cop. Her work was illegal. Had she been abducted by rival faction? She couldn’t remember. It was like she had a mental block surrounding the events of Atlanta.
Confused and frustrated, she fell asleep.
***
Destinee woke up to a finger being worked into her bottom hole. She wriggled and writhed in her cage trying to get as far away from the rapist’s fingers as she could.
“Don’t move too much,” he said. “It’ll be a lot harder if I don’t widen your ass first.”
He never cared much about her welfare before, so Destinee had no reason to make it easy on him now. But there was very little she could do except rock her own cage, which made her dizzy. Destinee screamed futilely into her gag. All she could do was wait and see what he did.
“That’s pretty good,” he said and a moment later she could feel his penis enter her rectum. She had grown accustomed to the feeling and could tell by how hard he was that this could be a quick fuck if he wanted. But the man would probably draw it out just to tease her. “Don’t worry,” he huffed. “I’m still widening your shithole. We’ll get to the good stuff in a minute.”
She could tell by the lack of burn that his dick was lubricated. But it didn’t seem like very much lube was used. He was thick and it still hurt to take all of him into her tiny sphincter. He stopped for a moment, then his dick felt cooler and slicker. He had applied more lube. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Just relax.”
Destinee did relax. She couldn’t yet relax when he was thrusting up her anus, but when he pause or withdrew, she loosened, instead of trying to fight him or tensing up. From what she knew of anal, if she could just untense her butthole, the anal rape wouldn’t hurt so damn much. “Okay, you’re ready.”
“...Reajy hor wah?” she reluctantly asked.
“For this big old dildo, silly,” he responded and she felt pressure of the plastic dildo. It felt huge. Much thicker than his cock.
“Ohh pauck! Naugh! Augh caughn! Icck too baugh!”
“Well, not with that attitude, you can’t.”
Destinee struggled and screamed as the dildo was forced up her rectum. Lube seemed irrelevant. Her asshole had limits! What did he expect of her?
Sure enough, though, he made it in a few centimeters, and a few centimeters became a few inches, and a few inches progressed until it felt like it was in her stomach. By this point, Destinee was bawling and begging for mercy. She pissed over the floor, unable to control any of her muscles during her struggle. She prayed to her God and all the other gods she’d ever heard of. Someone had to get her out of this situation. After a few minutes, the man seemed satisfied.
“That’ll have to do.”
Destinee just sobbed and rested. She was in pain and felt utterly humiliated. She was a mere toy for him to torture. He had robbed her of not only her dignity, but of her humanity. She felt no longer human, but like an animal. People treated their dogs better than this. Hell, people treated livestock better than this. She was like a bug. Inconsequential and outside of any moral framework. A mere object for amusement.
She heard the man fiddle with the front of the cage and she fell half a meter or so, straight down. The dildo felt like it was pushed slightly further in her ass. Fuck, that hurt her ass!
She felt onto her back. Finally free of the cage, she could move a bit more now. But everything hurt, so she lay there, still trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Destinee froze, too scared to move and too tied up to do anything useful. Her captor finally removed her gag and blindfold.
“Ow,” said Destinee. She was in shock and couldn’t say anything else. Then he removed her blindfold.
The light was blinding, but when her eyes adjusted, it seemed rather dim. She was clearly in some sort of factory, with iron railings, a metal floor, and large dusty machines that were probably last used decades ago. Most of the factory was dark, but a few dim bulbs showed how expansive the room was. Her cage hung from a chain that seemed to go up five floors or more. And in front of her was the man, his semi-hard cock still handing from his pants. He tucked himself away and stood over her.
He looked like an average white man. Muscular, shaved head, clean shaven face, tribal tattoos on his arm. He wore nothing but jeans and tennis shoes. Pale. Too ugly to have been a boyfriend of hers, she felt. But that might have just been her self-defensive mechanism. She’d hate to think she would ever give the time of day to this guy willingly. But she had no memory of him. He was likely a perfect stranger.
“How are you doing, Destinee? Do you remember anything yet?” She was silent and just stared at him and breathed, tears dropping from her eyes. “Do you know why I’m here?”
“Why,” she managed to whisper.
“I’m here to make sure you serve out your sentence. Do you remember what you did?”
Destinee shook her head no. Her brain was swimming with questions.
“You were a trafficker. Using Burke Controls as a front company, you shipped women from Columbia and Venezuela into the US and forced them into prostitution as masseuses, call girls, and plain old sex slaves. Some women were kept tied up for days, just like you have been here.”
Destinee listened in horror, wanting to disbelieve him, but could not, as memories came flooding back. Her “imports”, the sting in Atlanta, the courtroom, that cruel judge...
“The judge thought it appropriate to make you suffer the same fate as some of your victims. So, they used software to simulate your victims’ experience in virtual reality. With the more violent and sadistic events left out, of course.
Destinee was floored. This wasn’t real? She knew that virtual reality technology had gotten very good in the year 2050, but this had been indistinguishable from real life. She could see the man before him like he was flesh and blood. She could smell her own sweat and stink. She had felt... every... inch… of his cock.
“Do you think you can empathize with those poor trafficked women now?” asked her captor.
“Those were just stupid whores,” spat Destinee. “They had nothing... nada. And after a few nights on their backs they became American citizens, papers and all. Everything they asked for. Nobody ever gave me anything! I worked for every fucking dollar I got. And it took a lot more than a few stinking blowjobs!”
The man stared at her in disapproval. “They weren’t whores until you made them whores,” he said quietly.
“Who the fuck are you to judge me? This is cruel and unusual punishment! Get me out of here right fucking now! I want to talk to my lawyer!”
“Me? I don’t even exist. My physical representation is just a compilation of different johns. But if you want to leave, just take off the virtual reality helmet.”
Destinee stared down at her bonds, confused. She couldn’t move. But she realized she had only been trying her virtual muscles. As a convention to make the simulation more real, her efforts to move her body only affected the simulation by default. But now that she remembered she was in a simulation, she could feel her real muscles, scarcely. Like switching from a video game controller to her body, she began to move her real muscles and pushed the helmet off of her head.
Destinee gasped as she saw bright light in reality. It was as if waking from a dream. A bit confusing at first; she wasn’t sure if this was the actual reality or another simulation. But a quick mental check told her this was all real. The colors, smells, and sounds were all much more vivid. It was like transitioning from black and white to color. The difference was stark.
It was as if she were in the hospital. She was in a clean, white room, hooked up to beeping machines; a thin sheet to cover her otherwise nude body; a bedpan below her to collect her waste. Her legs were strapped to the bed. Her arms had some movement, but were also bound and restricted as long leather straps tethered them to the bed. In front of her was a female prison guard.
“Welcome back,” said Officer Malloy. “I heard you would be waking today.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore!” said Destinee. “I want to change the sentence.”
Malloy sighed and nodded. “Each time you wake, you say that. And each time, I think it could work. I think you definitely have a case that this virtual reality software that our company cooked up and sold to the government is actually cruel and unusual punishment. A judge might be convinced.
“But you don’t seem sorry. You said, and I quote, ‘Those were just stupid whores,’” said Malloy, holding up her phone and reading a transcript of Destinee’s virtual experience. “Does that sound like a repentant criminal who seeking atonement for her transgressions?”
Destinee’s jaw dropped. This had all happened before. She’d been virtually tortured and begged for release after waking. The powers that be had wiped her memory. How many times?
And they were listening in on her experiences.
They were using her own words against her. Things she said while she was literally being kidnapped and raped, or so she thought. The impulsive words of a trauma victim. But Destinee knew that playing the victim wouldn’t help free her of this nightmare. Destinee would have to think of some way to convince this woman that she was a good person. But she could think of nothing, and she had no time.
“I’m sorry,” cried Destinee, panicking.
“No, I don’t think you’ve suffered enough yet.”
“I’m sorry!”
“You’re going back.”
“Please!”
“I never heard you say you wanted out,” lied Malloy, showing her power over Destinee. “You never complained. None of this ever happened.”
***
Destinee woke and remembered absolutely nothing. She saw nothing. She couldn’t move. She felt only pain. Her ass hurt. It felt like she was shitting, but suddenly, she felt full again! No, she wasn’t shitting, she was being fucked. She was being ass fucked...