slut-solutions: jjindarkness: Dark Hotel *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensi
slut-solutions: jjindarkness: Dark Hotel *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. All persons in all my stories are over 18-years-old. It was late and the storm had intensified. There was now hail pelting my windshield and I could barely see even with my wipers on high. I needed to stop for the night. It was getting late and this storm was making me lose my mind. The wind whistled in the distance and the hail turned back to rain as I scoured the road signs for evidence of a rest stop or a hotel. I needed a break from driving. It had been almost seven days so far. I had no clue where I was going but I had enough money to last a few weeks. Surely I could find a job somewhere and start a new life by then. All I knew was that I couldn’t go back to the life I had known. Nothing was the same now and I knew it. Nothing would ever be the same. I tried not to think of his cold, dead eyes as I turned off the highway, hoping there was something there. The road had been so empty for so long and this had been the only exit. There were no streetlights and it was a wonder I even found the hotel with the fog and rain surrounding me. The lighted sign had flickered a few times before it went out. It was called Dark Hotel. I thought that was a strange name but it was the only hotel around and I was tired. I wanted to get to my room, smoke the pot I had in my backpack, eat, and maybe even masturbate. I had been so horny since he’d been gone. I grabbed my brown Gucci purse he had bought me and my tiny umbrella as I made my way out of the car and to the hotel lobby. A strange looking man was working at the front desk and he barely looked up at me before greeting me. “How can I help you?” he asked, his voice monotone. I got the impression that I was interrupting something for him, although I couldn’t imagine what. There wasn’t a lot going on. “Um, I’d like a room, please.” My voice sounded hollow and the man looked at me like he could tell what had happened to me. I took a step backward. “Yeah? Well, that’ll be $120 for the night.” “Why so much?” I cried. If I spent that much on hotels each night my money wouldn’t last me much longer. “It’s the last room. They call it the Dark Room. It’s the penthouse, sweetheart. You want it or not?” I glanced back out at the weather and then at him. He stared me down, his light blue eyes making him look like he might be possessed by a demon. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. It made me uncomfortable. He was staring at my tits and then his eyes panned down to my pussy. “Fine. I’ll take it,” I said gruffly and I practically threw my debit card at him. “I hope you have a lovely stay. We do have room service if you’d like to order something but I’d hurry. The cutoff for late dinner is 9pm. After that, you’re on your own.” “Are there any other restaurants around?” “No. This is it.” “Well, how much is room service?” I asked. He sighed impatiently. “The menu and pricing are upstairs in the small black binder. It should be in the drawer of the nightstand.” “What about WIFI?” I asked. “We don’t have it.” “What hotel doesn’t have WIFI?” I began to complain. “This one. Enjoy your evening.” He shot me a dirty look. I went to the car to grab my stuff and by the time I had it inside everything was soaking wet. I rolled my suitcase through my door and began to unpack. I grabbed the menu and selected the cheapest thing I could find, oatmeal with fruit. I called the number on the menu and it was the same creepy attendant that had checked me in. “How can I help you?” “I’d like to order an oatmeal with fruit to be brought to my room,” I explained. “Absolutely. I’ll bring it right up when it’s ready. Just give me about twenty minutes.” “Thank you!” I was relieved as I peeled off my wet clothing and began to hang all of my wet items around the room to dry. The storm was still raging outside and by the time the knock came on my hotel door, I had almost forgotten that I had ordered food. I opened the door and was shocked to see the same hotel attendant I had talked with earlier. He was holding a tray with my oatmeal on it. He handed it to me. “Here you are, Miss.” “Thank you.” “It is customary to give a tip, you know,” he prompted me. I hadn’t planned on tipping him but I suppose he was right. I began to root through my purse for money to tip the guy with but I couldn’t find anything. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any cash,” I tried to explain. “That’s okay. You can tip me another way,” he suggested. “How?” That was when he pushed his way past me and into the center of the room. I didn’t like the way he was bullying me. “Hey, what are you doing?” “I’m showing you how to tip me. Now get on your knees,” he commanded. “Why?” “So you can tip me.” “On my knees?” “Yes.” He gripped my shoulders with both hands and forced me onto my knees. I heard him unzip his pants. “Oh hell no!” I screamed and as I tried to get up, he attacked me. There was a struggle as I fought back, pushing against him, trying to get him to leave me alone. I hadn’t even seen another person in the hotel but I screamed anyway, just in case there was someone that could help. His cock was out and he pushed it into my mouth. “No teeth bitch or I’ll have to kill you!” he screamed at me. I looked up to see he was holding a pistol. He had it aimed at my face and it scared me. “Open up, you little slut. This is the right thing to do.” His cock pushed into my mouth and I tried my best to block out the taste but it was a bitter, gross cross between stank dick and some kind of Axe Body Spray that did little to disguise the stench. I couldn’t speak as he pushed his cock deeper down my throat than I could handle. I pushed at him as my throat contracted, spitting his cock out. He laughed and shoved his cock back down my throat, this time going even deeper. I hated him and I knew I shouldn’t do it but I had to do it. I bit down on his dick with all the force I could muster. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and ripped his cock from my mouth. He began to hit me, slapping me a few times until I cowered in fear. “You bitch! You shouldn’t have done that!” He grabbed me and pulled me to the bed. He threw me on it so roughly that my head bounced off of the headboard. I knew there would be a lump where the blow had landed and I let out a moan of anguish. He was coming at me with something but it took me a moment to realize that it was a spoon. Why would he have a spoon? I tried to grab his hand but he dodged me, tackling me until he had my arms pinned under his legs. He was on top of me and he was pushing the spoon into my mouth. The taste of oatmeal filled my senses. Why the fuck was he feeding me? This was so weird. “Eat your oatmeal up, your dumb cunt! Nom nom nom!” he cackled as he spooned more and more of the pasty oatmeal into my mouth. I was afraid to swallow but my mouth was so full I hardly had a choice. My body did what it was supposed to do and swallowed the oatmeal down. He remained on top of me, laughing and feeding me. “Yummy, huh?” “Why are you doing this?” “This is exceptional service, isn’t it?” he laughed. “I’ll bet none of the other hotels you’ve been to spoon fed you your oatmeal.” “You fucking creep! Get off of me!” “Don’t worry, slut. I will. I’ll get tired of you soon enough. Just be patient and let it happen the way it’s supposed to.” I felt strange and I knew exactly what was happening to me as the familiar sensations washed over me. I flashed back to him. I flashed back to the day he died, the day I killed him. He had raped me for most of my life and I had hated him for it. One day, I just snapped. I didn’t even plan on killing him. It just happened. That was when I ran away. His cold, dead eyes haunted me everywhere I went. I knew that they would catch me eventually but at least I knew that my rapist was dead. It was unfortunate I’d run into another one so soon. I kicked and screamed against my new rapist. The Dark Hotel was much darker than I could have ever imagined. I was feeling so lightheaded that I could barely even breathe. This asshole had drugged me and I could feel my body and mind slipping away. My old rapist had drugged me a lot too. I knew what it was like to wake up to a cock hammering my pussy against my will. It wasn’t a pleasant thought and yet I couldn’t help but think about what this crazy psycho would do once I was asleep. I fought the sleep with all my might but I was slipping away. “Your pussy is going to feel so good on my dick,” he whispered in my ear. I wanted to reply but I couldn’t seem to form words. I felt him fondling my pussy with his fingers and then I felt his cock push against me, bareback. “Oh yeah,” he moaned as he slid inside of me, “You’re a tight little cunt, babe. I’m so glad you could stay a night and pay me to rape you. You’re a dumb little cunt, aren’t you? Yes, you are!” He started out fucking me slowly but he paused to get us both completely naked before he continued. I was still awake as he slid his dick back into my pussy and sighed. “God, this is perfect. You may have to stay another night, you little slut. I can’t just fuck this pussy one night. I need it all the time. Plus, I want your ass too.” He reached his finger down and shoved it roughly into my ass. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t actually do it. I couldn’t really move either but I could feel everything he was doing to me. His cock felt good moving inside of me and even his fingers in my ass weren’t that bad. He was much better than my old rapist had been. A pang of sorrow filled me as I thought of his cold, dead eyes. No one would ever believe that I had killed him on accident. That’s why I was on the run. I had thought the Dark Hotel would be a good hiding place for the night and in a way I had been right. This guy wouldn’t be calling the cops. He seemed to know that I wouldn’t be calling the cops either and by the way he was raping me he was planning to keep using me for as long as possible before I escaped. I really hoped I didn’t have to kill him too. He didn’t know who the fuck he was messing with. Did he? I was going to have to show him. Dumb fucker. He had raped the wrong girl and he was going to fucking pay for it. I would make sure of that! 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