Somewhere I heard that there are
only three ways to make waves in art.
Extremes in sex, violence, or revolution.
CHALLENGE- write incredible
violence. If you're the squishy type, it doesn't have to be to a human... but
it does have to be for a reason
Bonus- No torture. Torture scenes
are static and boring and promote an immoral falsehood that torture is an
effective means toward obtaining truth from an unwilling subject.
Bonus- Add in some sex and
revolution as well.
Fact- If you don't make yourself
blush or think about deleting something that you've written during this
challenge, you're doing it wrong.
RAPE AS REVENGE (fair warning)
BEN is
beaten up, but conscious.
BEN is
secured to a chair by either rope, chains, or duct tape (or some combination
thereof).
BEN has
no pants or underwear on.
GEORGE has
Ben’s dried blood on his gloved fists.
GEORGE
also doesn’t have any pants or underwear on.
BEN has
duct tape over his mouth.
BEN has
tried screaming for help.
GEORGE
just waits him out.
BEN eventually
exhausts himself.
GEORGE
How many times do I have to tell you
that there’s no one around for miles before you believe me and stop wasting
your breath?
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
Let! Me!
Go!
GEORGE
I’ll let you go. When I’m done.
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
Now!
GEORGE
punches BEN. Repeatedly.
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
Sonofabitch!
GEORGE
You are in no position to
dictate terms.
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
I’m gonna kill you!
GEORGE
You’re gonna kill me?
Really?
Like you tried to kill my
brother?
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
Faggot!
GEORGE
So original.
You had it right the first
time.
You gay-bashed my brother,
who actually is gay.
Me?
I’m just trying to make a
point.
GEORGE
gets down on his knees between BEN’s legs.
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
No!
GEORGE
Relax. Enjoy it.
You’re not getting out of here til we’re done.
GEORGE
gives BEN a blow job, getting Ben good and hard.
BEN tries
to resist.
BEN tries
not to look.
GEORGE
hits BEN to force him to look.
GEORGE (cont’d)
You’re going to watch this.
You’re going to feel this.
BEN
continues resisting, but a blow job’s a blow job.
And
GEORGE is good at this.
GEORGE (cont’d)
Now comes the fun part.
GEORGE
gets out a condom and some lube.
BEN
(semi-audible through tape)
What the fuck?!
GEORGE
puts the condom and lube on BEN’s cock.
GEORGE
puts some lube on his own ass.
GEORGE
mounts the chair, and then sits down on BEN’s cock.
BEN is
screaming incoherently at this point.
GEORGE
keeps riding Ben’s cock while he speaks.
GEORGE is
also good at this.
GEORGE is
stroking himself off to the rhythm of the rise and fall as he rides Ben.
GEORGE
I’m getting pretty good at
this.
When I found the first one
of your gang of gay-bashing punks, it took a while to figure out how to do this
in the most efficient and humiliating way possible.
Fucking each of you up the
ass seemed like letting you off too easily.
I mean, that’s something gay
being done to you.
But if you’re actually participating,
against your will, in some full-on buttfucking, well, that’s harder to wipe out
of your mind, isn’t it?
If gay sex is this horrible,
disgusting thing, something you absolutely had to make sure my little brother
never had a chance to participate in again, not without consequence, it seems
only right you should be forced to do it.
I’ll take some pictures when
we get to the high points.
Oh, look, we’re reaching one
of them now.
GEORGE
cums all over the front of Ben’s shirt.
Bonus
points if he splashes some sperm up in Ben’s face.
GEORGE
takes a selfie with his phone.
GEORGE (cont’d)
Smile for the camera!
GEORGE
keeps riding Ben’s cock.
BEN keeps
screaming.
GEORGE (cont’d)
I print these out, and I
keep copies locked in my brother’s bedside table.
At the hospital.
They say if you talk to a
person in a coma, they can hear you.
So I tell him the stories of
all you gutless freaks and the way you writhed and struggled under me. But none of you can avoid cumming.
Your sad little underworked
penises always betray you.
So long since they’ve had
any real release.
Now that I’ve had the last
of you, maybe that’ll be enough.
Maybe that story will bring
him back.
Yeah, that’s it. Let it go.
Let it loose.
It’s so tight and warm. You can’t help yourself.
Do it!
BEN has
tried not to have an orgasm.
But
GEORGE’s body is insistent.
BEN cums,
in defeat.
GEORGE (cont’d)
Wonderful.
Thank you.
GEORGE
removes the condom from Ben’s cock, puts it in trash bag he’ll take with him
when he leaves.
GEORGE
puts antiseptic on a rag and wipes down Ben’s bruised and bloody face.
BEN
screams some more as George does so. It
stings, and George isn’t gentle.
GEORGE
removes Ben’s shirt.
GEORGE
stuffs the shirt and the rag into his trash bag as well.
GEORGE
takes another photo, this time of naked Ben.
GEORGE (cont’d)
One more for me.
GEORGE
does some work on the phone.
GEORGE (cont’d)
And also one for the cops.
They’re used to this by now.
They know what it’s about.
I sent the address.
I’ll have to download the
photos and ditch the phone, of course.
Taking most of the DNA with
me.
Honestly, though, they’re
not looking for me.
They’re happy to lock you
sick fucks up where you belong.
They’ll come visit me and my
brother in the hospital, tell us they caught the last one.
Maybe that’s what’ll bring
him out of it.
My brother can walk the
streets again now that you’re all behind bars where you belong.
Think of this as your
rehearsal for prison.
You’re a nice looking
fellow.
You’ll be very popular.
We all deserved better than this, I
guess.
But this is what we’ve got.
See you in hell, asshole.
Tell the cops I said hi.
GEORGE
leaves the naked and humiliated BEN behind.
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