Archive-name: Violent/avril.txt Archive-author: Sam Smith Archive-title: Avril [ Expect S & M, Adult Hetro, non-consensual(?) ] Avril She walked into the park with the unconcern of someone who has forgotten the reason behind their actions. The trees masked the street lights, and almost immediately she could hardly see the ground infront of her. She strode on, eying the shadows worriedly but more intent on plans for the weekend ahead. Avril was a pretty girl; five feet six tall; slim with long fair hair. She wore a short coat over her knee length woollen skirt, her cotton blouse and her light cardigan. It had been five weeks ago that she had taken to walking home through the park. At the time it had been an exciting decision. She was still sure that she was right, but she no longer expected anything. Her life was boring, she wanted some exitement, some danger. her rather monotonous love life was the other stimulus. No matter how many boyfriends she had she still felt stiffled, claustrophobic. This was her escape: she would get herself raped. Something thudded into the side of her face. She staggered and her bag was ripped from her shoulder. She tried to hold onto it and a steam train hit her in the stomach. As she collapsed to the floor a foot exploded into her face. She must have released the bag because there were running footsteps and then silence. She staggered to her feet and promptly vomited. She stumbled into the lavatories. They stank of urine and there were noxious substances smeared on the wall. She dragged herelf to a cleanish basin and looked into the mirror. Blood caked her nose, mouth and the hair over her left temple. Her nose was twice its normal size and a deep purple brusing was already evident. She felt her nose, wincing at the pain. It did not seem to be broken. She ran some cold water and started to clean up the mess. She lived by herself, so there was no one to ask any awkward questions, and there had been nothing in the bag to report stolen. All of her cards and keys were in an inside pocket of her coat. There had been a little money and her makeup, but nothing she would miss. By Monday most of the damage had healed. There was a little yellow colour still evident, but nothing makeup would not cover. No one at work noticed anything strange. So she came to be standing at the entrance to the park again that night. She stood for several minutes, her temple sending heavy notes of pain, as if to remind her what it ment. Then she entered the park. Now she was fully aware of her danger and she searched all the shadows fearfully. After what seemed an age she reached the bench which marked the mid point of the path, and on the bench, spread randomly around, were the contents of her handbag. The bag itself lay under the bench. She sat down and re-packed the bag. She had started down the path before she realised what else was missing, apart from the money. The shock almost caused her the pee in her pants. There had been a set of photos, taken of her last holiday in Spain. They had been taken by her boyfriend and most of them featured her, in a skimpy bikini, playing up to the camera. Somewhere to her left a twig broke. She started to run, not stopping until she was safely home, leaning on the closed door and panting heavily. For a long time she left the park alone. Her life ground on its monotonous way. In desperation she went back to the park, nothing happened. Then, one night, as she reached the bench, someone moved out of the bushes and stood right up against her as he said "Have you got the time please?" His voice was rough and ugly and a disgusting stench of BO assailed Avril's nostrils. This time her bladder failed her and proceeded to empty itself. She struggled to regain her composure, hoping that the man could not hear the trickling sound. "Urgh, Half past five." She replied. He grunted and walked past. She could feel twin streams of warm fluid bubling out of her knickers and running down her legs, spiraling round her thighs, te backs of hjer knees and over her calfs, filling her shoes and forming a puddle round her feet. A breeze blew, and a dark stain appeared on the front of her skirt. When she could continue walking the wind on her knickers was very cold, and every step made a squelching noise. She reached the end of the park and hurried through the streets, feeling everyone's eyes on her. When she got home she found something in her pocket. It was a set of photographs. As she sorted through them she realised that these were the photographs that had been stolen, and that every one with her in was missing. It was the end of the park. She would never go through there again. Eventualy she forgot how frightened she had been and when her boyfriend proposed marriage she refused and went back to the park. Nothing happened for several weeks. The nights had drawn right in and the darkness was almost total where the rhodedendron bushes overhung the path. She smelt the BO at the same time as she felt a sharp pain in her right side. This time she kept a tight hold on her bladder. "Hold it right there." said the voice. She had already stopped walking. Her heart pounded and she tried to scream, but nothing came out. "Now turn to your left and start walking. Don't run or scream or it will be worse for you." She turned and ducked under the bushes. The knife point left her side but the man was right behind her. This was not a path, mearly a hole through the bushes and they tore at her clothes, her legs and her face as she pushed through. She started thinking of what was about to happen, she knew now that she had been wrong; this was not what she wanted. She thought of the man, and she vomited. As she wretched so her skirt was lifted and the point of the knife pressed hard between her legs and run, painfully, up the crevice between her buttocks. In her effort to avoid it she fell forward, kneeling in her own puke. The man laughed a filthy, sadistic laugh. "Frightened?" He asked, "good." A powerfull hand grasped her upper arm and flung her along the path. "Move." After some time she emerged into an open area, totaly enclosed by the bushes. The ground was composed of wet leaf-mold. The man pushed her into the middle of the clearing. She fell onto her face and crawled away, staring up at him, terrified. There was a bright flash and Avril realised that the man had a camera. Blinded she hid her eyes. He chuckled. "There is nowhere to go, only one exit from here. You will do as I say or I will kill you." The voice was heavy and precise, Avril believed every word. "Stand up." It said. Avril cowered lower. "I said stand up." The man shouted, an evil snarl in his voice. Avril stood and smoothed down her skirt, backing away. "Now you will strip." He said. "Make it very interesting or I may get violent." She started to strip, first the coat came off. Then she started to unbutton the blouse. The camera flashed at intervals. With the cold night air nipping at her breasts, hidden only by the lace bra, she turned her atention to the skirt. As it dropped to the floor the camera flashed again. She rolled down the stockings and kicked off her shoes. The wet ground oozed between her toes. She paused before releasing the bra. Her ample breasts hung free. Finaly she eased down the brief knickers. Shaking with fear she stood before him, hiding what she could with her hands. "Come here." She shuffled over toward him. The lashing blow across the face came as a total suprise. She fell to the floor. The mud cold on her breasts and belly. "Now get dressed again." Said the voice, enraged. She stumbled to her feet and looked around for her clothes. Again the camera flashed irregularly. Not before she was fully dressed did the man speak again. "Now try again. This time make it interesting." The snarl left a string of threats hanging in the air. Again she striped. This time she went slowly. She paused and posed, she pouted at the camera, she ran her hands suggestivly over her body,she rubbed her free breasts and licked the nipples. The cammera flashed continuosly. Twice he stopped her while he changed the film. Then she was naked again. Now she stood facing the cammera, her legs parted slightly, tears streaming down her face. "Now lie on the ground and spread your legs." The voice demanded. She lay down, the mud squishing behind her, and pulled her legs apart. Her cunt lay revealed pinkly, although closed. The cammera flashed. "Spread your cunt." She inserted two fingers into her love slot and pried it apart. Flash. He asked for another pose, and another. She complied, sobbing quietly to herself. He handed her a bra made of barbed wire and told her to wear it. She did so. He then slapped each side once with a gloved hand. The pain caused her to scream out. He waited until twin streams of blood were established and started her posing again. He told her to remove the bra and threw down a set of sex aids. At his instructions she posed with each in turn. At one point she had three of them, each inside different orifices. Finaly no more instructions came. She lay on her stomach, crying bitterly in pain and humiliation. "Turn over." He towered above her, naked, the cammera around his neck and a huge penis, stiff as a flagpole, threatening her. She wimpered and crawled away. Then he was on her. Pulling her toward him. She pulled her legs tight closed, but he levered them viciously apart. She beat him with her fists, but he held her down with one hand and slapped her repeatedly with the other. Then he lifted her bottom off the ground and pulled her toward him. She pulled back and squirmed left and right in insane, hysterical effort to be free. He was much too strong. Now within her thighs, where she could not kick him he parted her cunt with a pair of filthy thumbs and rubbed her clitoris, painfully hard. She renewed her efforts to be free, but he held her easily in one hand as he alternatly pinched breast and clit, taking a few more pictures in the process. Then, as if tiring of this he parted the cunt again and rammed the penis home. She screamed again, as much in outrage as in pain, and struggled again, dimmly aware that she was increasing his pleasure, but unable to lie still and let him have his way. For a seeming eternity he pounded into her, tearing her skin in his fury. His finger nails grinding into her back as he held her writhing body against him. Then he shuddered and it was over. The penis was withdrawn from her violated love tube. She lay, unmoving on the sodden ground. Her knees drawn up protectivly. The cammera flashed three times, from different directions. Then everything stopped. Avril lay there for many minutes, weeping heavily, her body shaking with the sobs. Finaly she rose and dressed. She could not find her knickers, but she managed everything else. Still sobbing quietly she made her way back out of the bushes and onto the path. As she stumbled home she could feel the freezing air on her corrupted flesh, and the string of wetness as her tormentor's semen dripped down her leg. Two weeks later she recieved a parcel through the post. It was wrapped carefully in brown paper. She took it into the lounge and carefully opened it. As the paper fell aside she saw herself, lying on a bed of leafmold, slit held apart with two fingers, her smile denied by the tear-stained cheeks. Numbly she sorted through the other photographs. They were all there, from beginning to end, from carefree, before she had been stopped, through terrified, but fully clothed, to the blank eyed vegetable that lay with legs tucked up, staring sightlessly into the distance. It finished with a life size print, a close up of that face, cheeks smudged with dirt and her own blood, skin deathly white, eyes devoid of intelligence. She sat in the chair and stared at it for hours. Then she went into the kitchen, arainged everything in an ashtray and lit a match. The face lay there, glassy eyes staring up at her. She gathered everything up again, and returned to the lounge. Emptying a draw in the sideboard she placed them inside and locked it shut. Another fortnight passed and she found her knickers. They were carefully laid out on her own bed. She suddenly realised that her tormenter had copied her keys, and had been able to come and go as often as he wanted. She took the knickers, folded them, and put them away in the lingerie draw. --