~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dreams Of Innocence
Ch.4: Fresh Meat
*Some of the following contains rape. If such matter offends you, please pass the italicized paragraphs. Thank you*
Bulma woke, but unlike any other day, she was feeling apprehensive about her coming night. Azure irises fell onto the ceiling, taking into the details of the plaster peeling and falling off. The blue-haired woman had no idea why she felt so bad, maybe she was sick. Putting a hand to her forehead, her hand contacted with skin that was a bit higher than normal. I better not have gotten any STDs from those bastards, I even used the best protection I can get…. Bulma thought to herself idly, trying to understand why she was feeling queasy. At that thought, she jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet, leaning forward and vomiting what she had earlier that day. As she looked out the bathroom window, the sky was dark and black, overcast hung in the sky as if a warning presence. Bulma paid no heed, instead picked herself off the floor and dialed the hotel's number.
Goku picked up. "Moshi Moshi, Goku speaking on behalf of the Ritz Hotel," Bulma smiled at the seriousness of Goku's tone.
"Hey Goku-kun, I'm feeling bad today, I'm not coming in for my shift," The man on the line gasped.
"Bulma, not coming to work today? I'm surprised at that," The sarcasm in his voice surprised Bulma herself.
"Shut up, I'm really not feeling good, I'll talk to you later," She tried to sound spiteful, but instead just made herself sound as if she was constipated, Goku realized that she wasn't lying and told her bye, briefly hanging up the phone.
In order to cleanse and soothe her body, hopefully to bring the fever down, the blue goddess took a cold shower. She only succeeded in feeling worse, and went to lay in her bed for a while. "I hate when your sick, makes you feel like horse shit," Her voice reverberated in the room silently. Coming to a final conclusion, and knowing that her mother said sleep is the best way to recover from a cold, also partly because she was still exhausted as hell, Bulma succumbed to dark abyss taking over once again.
Bulma woke to the hearing of a door bolt being broken, and in moments, three men were in her room. One, supposedly the leader, wore nothing but red, and had cold blue eyes and deep brown hair. The other two, lackeys, both seemed identical, black eyes, black hair, and wore black. The Devil and his minions come to haunt the sickened Angel. Bulma realized that she was wearing nothing but her undergarments on and then also thought of the reputation she had obtained while working at the hotel. The blue angel then began feeling more sick and scared than she had that day, or for that matter, any day of her life.
"Well, look what we have here boys," The leader said. "Fresh Meat," The lackeys snickered, and moved forward, making Bulma wince at the sound of their boots on her wooden floor. The leader followed behind the two twins, motioning to them. Immediately they pulled Bulma from her bed and tore off her panties and bra. Their black leather gloves sliding down her sides gave Bulma's stomach flip-flops and her skin goosebumps. The two grinned, shoving her into the leader's death grip. Making her gaze into his eyes, she felt tears starting to fall. She had never been this frightened in her life, these people would actually kill her, and not give a shit about what happened.
After these fleeting thoughts, the leader again gave a gesture and the twins left, still with grins on their faces. The leader turned back to Bulma, "Well Sweetie, Let's get this started, don't want to keep the others waiting," His voice was harsh, filled with unsustained lust. He had been scouring her body with his eyes since the lackeys had removed her bra and panties. He removed his gloves and shirt, leaving his chest and arms bare. Relieving himself of his pants and boots, the leader started towards her. She screamed, but was cut off from the man putting his hand over her mouth. She bit down and he slapped her, Bulma falling to the floor.
He reached down, not to her, but to something in his pants, and pulled out a .45 Beretta with suppressor and silencer. Bulma looked at it in fear and she scrambled to her feet, clutching her sides in fear. "Now listen Bitch, You go nicely to bed with us and nothing bad will happen to you, I swear," Bulma nodded compliantly, knowing fully well he wouldn't think twice about pumping half a clip in her. No one would ever know either, they'd not be suspecting her back for a few days because she was sick. All these things came to mind as he pushed her onto the bed, smirking evilly. She didn't know what to expect, but she sure as hell wouldn't make a sound. As long as she stayed alive.
He first cupped her breasts, sucking them violently, erupting large moans from Bulma. Continuing to smirk, he let his hands wander to her vagina, first putting in one finger, then slid it out, thinking he shouldn't do that 'til later. The fierce-eyed man mounted Bulma, ramming into her with no mercy, but nothing emitted from her throat as he pumped into her. She was just thankful it wasn't his gun, but she could feel herself tearing inside, and it was beginning to hurt. At his release, he wasn't the least bit tired, so he continued his disgusting happiness with a new tactic.
Bulma was confused when he first moved away, but she wasn't when he came back. His dick filled her mouth, moving in and out without her doing anything. Her first instinct was to please him, but instead she just took it, thinking he would stop this tirade if he didn't like the reaction she was giving. A cool metal object fell against her throat, Great…another weapon, Bulma thought. "Suck, Bitch," The man said. Bulma felt more than violated as she began to suck, grating her teeth against his dick, and sucking with all her might. He soon came again and wasn't finished yet.
Bulma feared what she would have to do with the other two, since she remembered him saying they were also in it. Losing herself in thought, he thrusted his shaft into her mouth harshly, choking her. He liked the feeling of her choking on him, so he continued the taunt. Sometimes making her suck harder, sometimes making her choke on his disgusting dick, sometimes teasing by moving down and entering her. After cumming once again, he felt he needed a break, and wanted to test something out on the blue-haired woman. He reached to the floor again, pulling out a 20-in. dildo, which glowed in the dark. He tossed it to her, and whistled.
The other two, came in already dissembled of their clothing and smiled devilishly. Bulma felt as if her worst nightmare had come true, and winced, not knowing what to expect. "Aw, it's okay little girl, we won't hurt you," One of them said in her ear, the other replied in a more quiet manner. "Much," The Leader gave them instructions in secret, and they smiled in the moonlight sifting in from the only window in her bedroom. Bulma watched with scared eyes, feeling helpless. Suddenly an idea came to her mind and she smirked. The three of them were still naked, and seemingly unarmed.
Bulma looked to the floor, and there it was, the gun which was discarded after the un-willing lovemaking. She slid silently across the covers and picked it up slowly. The twins' backs were to Bulma, but the leader wasn't. However, he was still conversing with them about 'instructions' and not paying any attention to the blue angel on the bed. Two silent bullets found their ways into each of the twins' backs. Bulma hadn't been a great shooter, but had target practice in her life many days. She held a .38 Smith and Wesson in her dresser, but that was at the other side of the room. A grunt was heard from each of the identical brutes as they fell to the floor. Bulma was about to let go another into the leader, but he was too quick, and she missed, a bullet going into her small closet door.
The forgotten gun was thrown out of her hands, and an angry looking leader was staring back at her. "BITCH!" He tossed her to the floor, picking her up by the hair and slapping her. After that, he threw her back on the bed, and ravished her worse than he had before. Tearing her insides to the point of her sobbing while he was releasing pent up age. He took the dildo and shoved it up her already broken soul and she finally screamed. Sadly the scream decreased to a gurgle as the leader dealt a silver knife to her throat, leaving it embedded. He left the premises fully clothed after that, making sure he was not seen.
The cold-eyed leader skipped up a skateboard and took off into a city that was beginning to awaken to a new dawn, one that Bulma would not see.
~Some points here, just in case:
-Bulma took the raping well at first, because she was used to many things while she was being a Call girl.
-The People knew Bulma, but they hadn't been prompted to do something until then.
-God is cruel sometimes, but always does something for a very resolute reason.
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