The boys decide to silence you - for good
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Naked, Bound, & Gang Raped
Author's note - this is fantasy only. In real life, sexual assault & violence is wrong and should never be done.
After what feels like an eternity, the boys are finally done with you. Your ass and pussy are sore from all the fucking you've just been through, and your breasts feel like they've been used as punching bags.
"What're we gonna do with her now?" one boy says nervously. "If she tells anyone, we're screwed!"
"She's not telling anyone," another says. "Put her in one of the lockers. We'll come back for her tonight."
They untie you from the bench, only to tie your wrists and ankles together. They leave you gagged as they stuff you into one of the lockers. You can barely breathe, and the locker is very narrow. Your breasts are pressed painfully against the cold metal. You're trembling, both from the horror or the rape you've just endured and what's in store for you later...whenever later is.
After a few hours, the boys return, dressed all in black and wearing hoods over their faces. They pull you out of the locker and grip you tightly. "Damn, she's one fine bitch," one of them says. "Shame not to have one last go at her."
Your body is painfully stiff from being trapped in the locker all those hours, and you're helpless as they boys strip down. Moaning with despair, you can do nothing as they boys once again take their turns raping and sodomozing you. Finally, when they've exhausted themselves, they get dressed. "Clean up here," a boy commands. "We don't want any evidence."
They bind your wrists and ankles, and then drape a blanket over you and wrap you in it. You feel yourself being carried, then tossed into a trunk. You're on the verge of panicking now. What are they going to do to you? All kinds of horrific fates come to your mind, each more dreadful than the last.
At last, the car comes to a complete stop. The trunk is open, and you're dragged out from under the blanket. You recognize your surroundings as a public park. It's dark, obviously late at night. You beg through your gag that you'll never tell, that you'll do anything they want if they'll let you go. But if the boys understand you, they don't seem to care.
Finally, you come to a giant barbecue grill, used by families for outdoor picnics. They push you onto the grill and tie you tightly down on it so that you can't move at all. Even if you could move, you're too paralyzed with terror, barely able to feel the cold of the metal bars under you as you realize what's about to happen.
Two of the boys produce cans of gasoline, which they pour all over your body. You're screaming wildly into the gag now, your heart pounding wildly beneath your breasts, but there's nobody around to hear you. The cans are completely emptied, and your entire body is glistening with gasoline. You know what's coming next, and it terrifies you.
One of the boys strikes a match and holds it over your pubic mound. You sob, beg, and plead in panicked desperation, but the boy only gives you a cruel smile.
What happens next? Can anything save you now?
