Message-ID: <3598eli$9709011203@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: DevoSpudC Subject: Story - "Naomi's Revenge" (mmmmmm/f, m/f, n/c, v, supernatural) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34074865.D87@ix.netcom.com> Naomi’s Revenge (mmmmmm/f, m/f, n/c, violence, supernatural) ********************************************************* Warning: This story is a work of adult fiction, and should be treated as such. It contains graphic descriptions of rape (the real, non-enjoyable kind), and some violence. If you are a minor or are offended by this type of content, then please read no further. ********************************************************* Chapter One: The Princess Awakens My hands shook so much that I could barely unlock the door to my apartment. I stumbled inside, but my knees suddenly gave out as I closed the door, and I fell back against it as it slammed shut. I stayed there leaning against it, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My chest shuddered under my torn shirt with every breath as tears of exhaustion ran down my cheeks. I was still too numb for real tears. Those would come later. After a minute, I managed to stand. I walked to the kitchen sink and turned on the cold water. Cupping my hands under it, I splashed water over my face and neck, trying to get rid of that awful sticky feeling that still lingered on my skin. My mind was in shock, and I had couldn’t think. My body was operating on automatic, like a sleepwalker. I took a coke from the refrigerator, but my hands were so weak that I had to struggle for a while with the tab before I could open it. Taking a long gulp of the sweet fizzy liquid, I swished it around in my mouth, washing away the taste of ... My stomach suddenly lurched and I spat the mouthful of soda out into the sink, but it was too late. I did manage to make it to the bathroom before I got sick, though. Seeing what I heaved up made me even sicker, and I felt like my guts were turning inside out as I retched, moaning from the intense nausea. Images flashed in my tortured brain, images of the boys holding me down and pressing a knife to my throat as they forced my mouth open. They had taken turns sticking their things between my lips, gagging me until they filled my mouth with their disgusting sperm. Then they choked me until I swallowed it, and another guy would start all over again. There must have been six or seven, all laughing and grunting and yanking my hair. When they finished, they had left me there in the dark bushes by the college parking lot like a used up toy. I supposed that I should be thankful that they hadn’t forced themselves between my legs, but somehow I wasn’t in a very grateful mood. Finally, my stomach stopped heaving, and I flushed the toilet with a trembling hand, trying not to look at the large gobs of white fluid that I had just thrown up. I stumbled back to the kitchen and rinsed my mouth out again, then I got another cold soda and held it against my forehead. I collapsed in a chair while I soothed myself with the cool metal can. Then I remembered that my bookbag must still be in the bushes by where they had grabbed me, and for that stupid reason I finally began to cry. I skipped my morning classes the next day. I lay in bed for hours, awake but feeling only half-alive. I tried to remember everything that happened just before I was attacked, but it was all just a blur. All that I could remember was the knife pricking my throat and the lewd remarks the boys made as they used me. "She looks like the nerdy type. I bet she’s still a virgin!" "We don’t have time to take care of that now." That voice had belonged to the one who seemed to be in charge. "Hold her mouth open." He said. "Yeah! She’s probably never sucked a cock in her life!" "Give it to her, man! Make her gag on it!" "Uh, fuck yeah! Swallow it, bitch! You’re gonna be full by the time we’re through!" I never got a good look at their faces, and they told me to keep my eyes shut or they’d cut my throat, and I believed them. They had enjoyed my terror. They even laughed as I cried and sobbed for them to stop. The phone suddenly rang, and I just stared at it until the answering machine started. "Hey Naomi, it’s Sue." Sue was my study partner for my Calculus class, but I didn’t feel like talking to anyone right then. "I didn’t see you around today. What’s up? Anyway, gimme a call when you can. Bye." The machine clicked, and the answering message rewound. Slowly, I got up. I felt awful, but I went and took a hot shower anyway. I had taken two last night, but somehow I still felt dirty. I dried myself off, and for the first time I had the courage to look at myself in the mirror. I looked surprisingly normal. I guess I had expected some kind of permanent mark to show the world what happened to me. My eyes were red from crying and there were a few small bruises on my breasts, but that was all. I looked myself over in the steamy mirror and shook my head. I had always thought that only cute girls got raped. I wasn’t exactly dog pound material, but I’m no raving beauty either. If I had to describe myself in one word, it would be average. I’m average height (5’6"), average weight (about 115 pounds), and I have rather ordinary features. I guess I *am* kind of a nerd; I’m nearsighted and wear glasses, and I’m pretty shy around people most of the time. The only thing that isn’t average about my appearance is my hair. It’s dark brown and I’ve grown it out since I was little, so that now it reaches down almost to my butt. I wear it braided most of the time to keep it out of the way. It still hurt a little from where they had been pulling on it to keep my head still. I felt a little better after the shower, and I decided to go back to school for one class, at least. I wasn’t going to let those bastards ruin my life. I also needed to find my bag. On the short walk to the campus from my apartment, I felt a twinge of terror every time I saw a guy so much as look in my direction, or walk towards me on the sidewalk. I realized that my attackers could be anyone. They could even be in my classes or live in my apartment building and I might never know it! I stood on the sidewalk by where they had jumped me the night before. My heart was pounding and my hands were sweaty with barely controlled fear. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but I only saw a couple of students walking to their cars. I hesitantly walked into the bushes, searching the ground for my bag. After a moment I spotted it lying on the muddy dirt, and I picked it up and brushed a few leaves off it. Relieved, I turned to go, but I saw a glint of metal on the ground, and I bent down to see what it was. It was a small gold pin, and the back was missing, like it fell off someone’s shirt. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket, then I walked quickly toward my next class. During the lecture, I took the pin out and examined it. It was a fraternity pin! I recognized the symbols, and I suddenly remembered that Sue had mentioned that her boyfriend belonged to that fraternity. Maybe with her help, I’d be able to find something out about the guys that did this to me after all. Oddly enough, as I walked out of my last class, I spotted Sue heading toward me. "Hi," she said with a friendly smile. "Where’ve you been? I looked everywhere for you!" "Uh, I’ve been kinda sick," I replied, not wanting to tell her what had happened just yet. She looked concerned. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I’ll be all right," I said. Then I remembered the pin. "Hey, I need to talk to you about something. It’s kinda important." Sue gave me a curious look. "Well, I was just about to ask if you wanted to come over to my apartment and hang out for a while. We could talk there." "Okay," I answered. "Sounds good to me." "Great. Come by in about an hour or so. I’ll see you then!" She waved, and I waved back. I’d only known Sue for a couple of months, but I felt I could trust her. I started home, but I stopped with a frown as I suddenly remembered that I had a history paper due in less than a week and I hadn’t even started on it yet. I turned and hurried to the library, hoping that I could still find a decent book on middle age religion. Wandering in the library’s basement always seemed spooky, but today it was exceptionally scary. The place was huge and silent, but I kept expecting someone to jump out from behind a shelf any second and grab me. I didn’t see anyone else though, and I managed to calm down as I began searching the history section. One book immediately caught my eye. It looked very old and didn’t have a title on the side, only a strange symbol. I picked it up and blew the dust off it, then examined the cover. It was old and cracked, and marked with a bunch of cryptic designs. I opened it, and was a little surprised to find that it was written in Latin. I worked at reading it, having learned a little in my classic literature class. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that I’d forgotten most of it. I could only tell that it seemed to have been written sometime in the 1700’s. It was really old, then, and probably valuable. It must’ve been put down here by accident. Suddenly, I let out a little scream and dropped it like it was a snake. It had seemed to move in my hands, the words seeming to twist on the page! I stared at for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and tried to get hold of myself. Books didn’t move on their own, it had just my imagination. I’d been under a lot of stress lately, and I must’ve just imagined it. Still, my hand was a little shaky as I reached out and picked it up. I opened it again, and gasped in shock as I saw that the words had changed. They were in English! "Many portals exist to the nether worlds." This page began. Below was a spooky looking pentagram type symbol. "Through these portals one may summon creatures of terrible power, but these entities are often malevolent and uncontrollable." It went on to list a bunch of long and unpronounceable names. Wow. This was some pretty weird stuff. I flipped through it quickly. It seemed to deal with a lot of ancient pagan religions, more than I ever thought there were. There was more than enough interesting stuff to write a report about. I didn’t come across any Latin words, but I figured that I must’ve just opened it up to a page with some Latin phrases on it, then lost my grip on the cover. Yeah. That must’ve been it. I shivered a little, even though I wasn’t cold, and I quickly went back upstairs out of this spooky dungeon. A half-hour later, I was knocking quietly on the door of Sue’s apartment. She let me in with a smile, then gave me a brief tour. Her apartment was bigger and nicer than mine, with a large bedroom and kitchen. Sue was in a sorority, and she was a lot more social and outgoing than I was. She also came from a rich family. She seemed like a nice enough person to me. "So, you mentioned that you wanted to talk about something?" Sue asked as we sat on the sofa. My backpack was sitting on the floor at my feet, the strange old book sitting inside along with my textbooks. "Yeah," I said hesitantly, not really sure where to begin. But I just had to tell someone. "Something pretty bad happened to me yesterday." She leaned forward. "Really? What?" "Well, I was walking home through the school parking lot, and all of a sudden these guys jumped out of the bushes and grabbed me and, uh, they..." I fumbled for words, but couldn’t find any. Tears started welling up in my eyes, and I must’ve looked pretty distraught because Sue quickly came over and gave me a hug. "It’s okay! It’s okay," she reassured me. "Don’t think about it right now, just relax. You can tell me when you’re ready. Here, I’ll get you something to drink." She went into the kitchen as I tried to stop sniffling. She brought out two glasses of lemonade and handed me one, and she chatted about school and her job for a while, helping to take my mind off my troubles. After a little while, I started feeling pretty tired. I figured that I was still in shock or something. I still wanted to talk to Sue about the pin, but before I could, there was a knock at the door. Sue opened it, admitting a stocky and fairly handsome blonde guy. She introduced us. "Naomi, this is my boyfriend Jim. Jim, this is Naomi." "Hi," I murmured, looking up at him. I was having trouble keeping him in focus for some reason. I felt giddy. "Hello, Naomi." He said. His voice sounded vaguely familiar. "I’m very pleased to meet you." He exchanged a strange look with Sue and sat down. I was getting a little scared. I knew that something was going on, but it was getting harder and harder for me to think. Suddenly, my vision blurred totally, and everything went gray. I don’t know how long I was out, but gradually I started to become more aware. With a shock, I realized that I had been stripped naked and was lying on Sue’s bed! I heard a loud moan, and when I turned my head I had another shock. Sue and Jim were also naked, and they were screwing on the floor only three feet away! Jim was lying on his back while Sue bounced up and down on top of him, her blonde hair flying everywhere. All of a sudden, Sue let out a groan and stopped bouncing. "Damn, babe," Jim said. "You come too fucking quick! Why don’t you wait for me sometime, huh?" Sue got up and stretched, her sweaty tits swaying on her chest. "What do you think Naomi is for?" She smiled and leaned over me. "Look, she’s even awake already." I still felt groggy, and I could barely move. I tried to sit up, but Sue pushed me back down. "Not yet, girlie. Jim here has wanted to ride me bareback for a long time, and I won’t let him. But since I hear you give such good head, maybe he’ll like fucking you just as much!" Everything suddenly clicked into place. I recognized Jim’s voice now! He was the leader of the guys that had raped me, and Sue was somehow in on it! She had drugged me! "Take that rubber off," Sue was saying to Jim, an evil grin spreading on her face. "You won’t be needing it any more tonight!" I protested weakly and tried to get up again, but Sue turned and slapped me hard, knocking my glasses to the floor. "Do you think I care what happens to you?!" She hissed, pinning me down. "Do you think I actually like you? Give me a fucking break, you little whore! Nobody in school likes you! This’ll probably be the only chance at a real fuck you’ll ever get, so you’d better just lie there and enjoy it!" Her words stung me more than her slap had, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes as she let me go and headed for the bathroom. She had pretended to be my friend, all the while planning to humiliate me! "Feel free to start without me," she called, and I heard the shower come on. Jim grinned and came toward me. I noticed that there was a small camera hanging from a strap around his neck. "Funny how things work out, isn’t it?" He said, leering. "While you were asleep I took a bunch of really good pictures of you. You’re really pretty photogenic, at least when you’re lying there with your legs spread." He started to crawl onto the bed, and I tried to roll off to escape him, but he grabbed me by the hair and then threw me roughly down. "Now listen to me you stupid cunt!" He shouted. "If you ever tell anybody about what happened, these pictures are going to be posted all over campus! Hell, I’ll even send some to your parents so that they can see what a little whore their daughter is!" "No!" I clawed at his face, but he grabbed my arms. He chuckled and kneeled next to me. "Don’t worry, as long as you keep quiet, nobody has to know. That is, nobody but me and you. But first, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time..." "No," I whimpered again, my gaze falling to his bobbing penis. "Like what you see, you little slut?" He said, smirking. "I didn’t think you’d be thirsty for a while after the treatment we gave you, but I guess I was wrong." He moved closer, and I weakly tried to kick him off me, but he grabbed my leg and my arm and flipped me over on my stomach. He took my arms and pinned them behind my back with one hand. I shrieked and struggled, but he was just too strong. I felt his other hand move between my legs and spread me open. "Man!" He said. "You look fuckin’ tight! I bet I’m gonna come pretty fast in this little pussy of yours!" I whimpered in helpless fear as I felt him push one of his fingers inside me. "You’re kinda dry though." He chuckled. "But nothing a little spit won’t fix." I felt him lean down, and then I gasped as his wet tongue slithered over my unprotected labia. He licked me a few times, and then he moved up, and I heard him spit. I imagined him rubbing it on his dick and I began to struggle again, but with little effect. Something thick and blunt prodded at the entrance to my vagina, and suddenly he thrust it in. I felt something tear inside me, and I cried out from the sudden sharp pain. It felt like he was tearing me in half! He continued pushing into me until he hit bottom with a grunt. I sobbed and gasped as he began pumping it in and out of me, each time feeling like he was shoving a knife in my gut. "Jesus fucking Christ!" He groaned as he moved faster. "Uh! Yeah! So fucking good!" The pain started to lessen, but it still hurt a lot. I whimpered into the pillow as he raped me from behind, ignoring my cries of pain. Then, after less than a minute, he suddenly tensed up and his penis started to jerk and jump inside me. "Oh, Fuck!" He grunted, and I felt a jet of hot juice squirt into my guts. I realized he was coming, and I gave one last effort to push him off before he could finish defiling me, but it was no use. He held me down, and continued spraying his nasty semen into me until he was empty. I could only lie there and groan feebly. "Damn," He panted. "You were tight! Shit, there’s nothin’ like a virgin pussy!" He pulled out of me with a wet plopping sound and got up. "I need a beer after a fuck like that," he said, then walked off down the hall. My vagina throbbed painfully, but my mind felt numb. I shook my head to try to clear it, and unsteadily got to my feet. A trickle of gooey wetness slid down my inner thigh, and I glanced down to see a large gob of bloody sperm leaking out of me. I began to feel sick and even more wobbly. I looked away quickly, and my eyes focused on a ceramic lamp sitting on a stand by the bed. "Take it," a quiet voice said. I looked around in panic, but there was no one there. "Do you want him to rape you again?" The voice was feminine and soft, but seemed to resonate strangely in my head. "No," I murmured to the empty room. "Then take it, girl!" I looked at the lamp for a second with apprehension before grabbing it and yanking the cord from the wall. I had it, though I almost fell down from the effort. Sue was still in the shower, so I walked toward the kitchen, grimly determined to give at least one good whack to Jim’s rapist skull. I had nearly made it down the hall when he suddenly came around the corner, still naked and with a beer in one hand. He looked surprised to see me there, and we seemed to stare at each other for an instant before I screamed and lashed out with the lamp. He came for me at the same instant, and the lamp shattered as it hit his forehead with a dull thud. I dropped the remnants of the lamp and staggered into the wall. Jim stood there for a second with a look of disbelief on his face, then shook his head from side to side. His eyes focused on me, and his lips twisted in a furious snarl. "You fucking cunt!" He dropped the beer and backhanded me sharply. I tumbled to the floor, whacking my head against the wall on the way down. The carpet spun before my eyes, and I felt my head jerk back and he grabbed my hair and pulled hard. It felt like he was tearing my scalp off. I screamed, and he grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face against the floor. I felt a sharp crunch as my nose exploded in agony. It hurt so bad I could only moan while tears started to stream from my eyes. I was dimly aware that Jim had grabbed me and was dragging me back into the bedroom. He dropped me on the floor, blood trickling from my nose "What the hell’s going on out there?" I heard Sue yell as she appeared in the doorway, naked and with her skin still wet from the shower. "The little bitch hit me with a fucking lamp!" Jim spat as he kicked me in the side, knocking the breath out of me. I gasped miserably into the carpet, smearing blood everywhere. "Jesus," Sue exclaimed, standing over me. "You broke her nose!" "She had it coming," Jim retorted, whipping my head up by the hair and looking me in the eyes. "And I’m not through with you yet, not by a long shot. If you liked having my dick in your pussy, you’re gonna love it when I shove it up you’re tight little ass!" I sobbed weakly as he rolled me over on my back again. "You want me to get the K-Y?" Sue asked with a smirk. "No. The bitch doesn’t deserve it." I felt Jim’s weight on top of me, and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt the dry end of his thing pushing at my ass. The pain and the pressure grew, until his penis slid inside me with an agonizing stabbing feeling. The pain was incredible, even worse than when he’d violated me before. He began to move, and it felt like he was driving a red-hot poker into my body. I was gritting my teeth so hard that I thought they would shatter, but the pain was too unbearable even to allow me to scream. Suddenly, my mind was filled with quiet laughter. "It looks like you are in a bind, little one." It was the voice again. "Fuck you," I told it in a hissing whisper. "Oh, yeah!" Jim grunted. "Talk dirty, you little whore!" He began pumping even harder. It hurt so bad I wanted to die. "I can help you," the voice said. "I can make it so that he never hurts you again. All you have to do is say one word." "Yes," I hissed, my own voice barely a whisper. "Anything!" Jim continued to thrust into me, and after a few moments passed I was sure that I’d lost my mind. Then, an image began to form in my thoughts, the yellowed page from the old book where I’d seen all the names. Now I could see only one, and I somehow knew that was the word I had to say. Though I would have gladly walked through a pit of broken and flaming glass if it would have made this stop, I hesitated. Something about this felt wrong, as if I would be doing something very terrible. But then, Jim forced his entire length into my rectum, and the pain drove up through my body and out my mouth as I screamed a single word. Then the agony was too much, and the world turned dark. I woke up standing in the cold spray of a shower. I began to panic until I realized that I was in the bathroom of my own apartment. Then I looked down at the swirling water, and I panicked again. It was turning a dark red color as it dripped from my body to the tub, and I looked at my arms and chest to see that I was literally drenched with blood. I forced myself to calm down and reached to touch my nose tentatively, then it squeezed it and wiggled it back and forth. Nothing. It was good as new. I also realized that my butt didn’t hurt either. I hastily scrubbed the sticky red fluid off myself and went to look in the mirror. I looked fine. Even the little bruises on my breasts were gone. Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. I froze when I saw the red- smeared camera sitting on the counter. The last time I had seen it, it had been around Jim’s neck. Oh God, what had happened? There was a note underneath it, written very elegantly in blue ink. I picked it up and read it with a rising feeling of dread. "I have kept my promise, little one. Those two will never bother you again. You will note that I left your body in better shape that I found it, and you will also find several very interesting photographs at the end of the roll of film in this camera. It was good to be back in the mortal world, and do not hesitate to call on me if you need me again. Love and Kisses, Val." I stared at the note in mute horror. What had I done? I looked at the camera. Did I really want to see what was on that film? Part of me did, but a larger part was disgusted by it. I fumbled with it until the cover came open, then I yanked the film out and put it in the microwave on high for two minutes. It was totally melted and smelled awful after only one, and I turned it off. I dropped down into a chair, suddenly feeling very tired. I suddenly noticed my backpack lying half- concealed underneath the coffee table. I opened it with trembling hands, then took out the book and flipped through the crackling pages until I found what I was looking for. I searched through the names until I found it. "Valkinetia," it read. "Daughter of the Demon Arioch. Worshipped by the Azurites as the Rogue Demoness; the Princess of Darkness." I snapped the book shut, feeling my skin crawl. Had this demon creature taken over my body? What had happened to Jim and Sue? I shuddered, suddenly very sure that I didn’t want to know. This was all so bizarre that I was beginning to think that I had dreamed it. I didn’t notice the new message on the answering machine until the next morning. I had managed to convince myself that none of this had really happened, that I’d just had some weird hallucination brought on by stress or not enough sleep. But somehow the little blinking light on the machine worried me. Reaching over as if irresistibly drawn to it, I slapped the little playback button and yanked my hand away. "Hello, little one," a terrifying voice said. I shivered uncontrollably. It was feminine, like the voice that had spoken to me last night, but it seemed to echo and rebound powerfully in my mind, making me want to cower on the floor. "Here, Jim would like to say how sorry he is for what he did to you." There was a horrible gurgling sound. "Oh, I see. Your tongue is in the way. Let me get that." There was a wet tearing noise accompanied by a high-pitched scream. I listened in sick horror, even more disgusted by the fact that part of me was enjoying hearing that bastard suffer. "Hmm," the voice said, sounding disappointed. "It seems that Jim is having trouble talking. But I am sure that he is very sorry." The strangled screaming increased. "Yes, very sorry indeed. Well, I hope this cheers you up a little. Talk to you again soon." The machine stopped with a click, then rewound. I pressed the delete button with a shaking finger and then sat on my bed. I suddenly felt cold, and I hugged my arms around myself as I wondered what I should do next. ********************************************************* Author’s Note: This story is based somewhat loosely on an erotic manga series called "Princess of Darkness", published by Eros Comix. I recommend it highly, especially if for some odd reason you liked this story. - DevoSpudC ********************************************************* -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /