Out of the Cup

[BadForm]

OOC: This is a noncensent thread based around the soccer World Cup. Open to anyone. Not one of the 'you-raped-me-I-love-you', for now expect straight nonconsent and possibly hardcore nc.

IC: 10pm. I'm staggering through the streets by now, having been celebrating our victory in the quarterfinals this afternoon. The Brazilian national anthem still buzzing round my head as I savor the warmth of the Japanese night. We are going to win the cup! La Copa Del Mondo! A Brazilia!

I'm not even sure of what I'm singing, shouting and thinking any more. All I know is that breeze feels so good on my caramel skin as I stagger unknowingly down the wrong street. I raise the bottle of local beer to my luscious lips, shifting slightly as my silky green hotpants and yellow halter top cling to my frame in the sticky heat. I must have been drunker than I realised to wander down that street.

"BRAZILIA POR LA COPA!" I scream, throwing my fist in the air.

Then I see them, European fans... Belgian and English. No, not fans I quickly realise from their appearence and the looks they give me. Not fans, thugs.

"mierda..." I barely breathe the curse, trying to pretend they haven't seen me.

OOC: Obviously open to the thugs, but also to anyone else, victim or attacker, who happens to have a reason to stumble on it.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, English Soccor fan/hooligan/riot starter:

" 'ey mates. Look. It's a Brazilian tart cheering her fooking team. Now can we let that go by mates? Look at 'ow she dressed. She just wants some company don't ya think?"

OOC: I'll do my best with the accent hope you understand not one I'm familiar with.

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I understood his looks, and a glance downward told me I was right. "No! No me tocan...!"

I had to be wrong, but even as I swayed unsteadily I knew I wasn't. The English, more than any other nation, were known to have thugs who would even kill people follow their team. And I had just come by celebrating the fact Brazil had just put them out of the cup. Stupid. I wished I spoke English, so I could at least tell them I was sorry.

OOC: Don't worry about the accent too much, I'm not entirely sure a Brazilian would be speaking Spanish anyhow, but it's good enough to get across the idea these two can't even understand one another.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccor fan/thug:

OOC: Spanish, Portugese close enough. *G

IC:

Looking around I spot a sheltered doorway leading to a dark building with an obviouis basement. Perfect, I think.

Not waiting for me mates to answer, I stride over to her as she babbles and *SMACK* slap her face. She staggers and draws in a deep breath to scream, but we can't have that so I punch her low in the gut driving the air from her lungs with an explosive grunt.

As she doubles over my hands grab her arms and pull/drag her to the doorway. A kick, a second and the door flies open. In we go with my hand now over her mouth, the other's fingers dug into her neck painfully.

I scan the room and see nothing. It seems to be empty and perhaps deserted so I pull her deeper into the darkness.

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

Gasping for air, buckled over in pain and heaving as though I am going to vomit from the assault to my abdomen, I cannot resist being dragged into the darkened room. It smells old, musty, abandoned. Part of me knew already I was doomed, but another said if I didn't get away, I was dead. Weakly I struggled against the dragging hand, trying to use my nails to scratch and tear it painfully.

"No!" I begged for mercy. "No! Por favor! No!"

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccor fan/thug:

"Ya bitch that hurt."

*SMACK* *SMACK* Your face is slapped forehand and backhand.

"No is it. More like "Si" senorita slut," I said as my hand tangled in your hair jerking you up right then ripping the tube top to your waist.

"Mmmmmm, nice tits ya slut."

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

If I had been drunk before, the abuse was sobering me up quickly. What could I do to get out of here? Through tear-streaked eyes I looked for an escape route, but the only one I could see was straight through him. Then I felt his hand rip open my top, exposing my large, naked breasts beneath. Nobody had touched them before, apart from the odd celebration for Brazil's excellent play, I'd stayed a good Catholic girl just like I had been brought up.

"Por favor, no..." I pleaded. "Soy una virgen!"

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccor fan/thug:

"Wot's ya sayin' slut? Hell 'oo cares."

My hand pushes into the waistband of your shorts and jerks, jerks again when your hips jerk forward, popping the botton in back and ripping the zipper open.

"Now let's see wot the rest o'ya looks like bitch."

Yanking and tugging the shorts are pulled to below your knees then one of my feet pushes them to your ankles.

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

"No! Virgen! VIRGEN!!!"

My screams were becoming more and more desperate as his assault continued and he stropped me bare but for my shoes and socks. I had to make him understand. I was a virgin, I couldn't be touched like that, not by him or by anyone until I was married. My hands tried to cover myself from his eyes and his hands, but the situation was becoming hopeless.

"SOY UNA VIRGEN!!!!" I tried screaming one final time.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccor fan/thug:

I ignored her screams and used her hair to drag her across the room searching for the basement door.

"Hey mates see if ya kin find us some more sluts. I'm heading for the basement. No windows and less noise to be heard. One 'o ya shut that damned door too."

When her screams began to annoy me I slapped her face again shouting, "SHUT UP SLUT!"

It took opening three doors in the hall, but I found the cellar stairs and after turning on the lights dragged her down the stairs to the windowless room.

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

His hand wrapped easily into my long, black hair, nearly tearing it out by the roots as he started to drag me. I tried to fight him off, but the more I struggled, the worse it got. Finally, he babbled a command whose meaning I understood if not whose words. His hand smashed across my cheeks, bringing pain and tears, and he dragged me onwards. Three more doors and then the cellar. Just ten steps down into the cold and dank half-light amidst the storage boxes there. I had to get out or he would kill me.

Then I saw my chance. He let go of me for a second, glancing around as if looking for something. It would be the only chance I would get. I kicked out, hard and fast, and accurate, catching him between his legs and being rewarded with a cry of pain. I turned to run, but was grabbed and hauled onto my back by my hair, bloodying my scalp as some tore under the force. I'd never realised just how accurate you had to be for that attack to be truly effective against a man. Now he was furious.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccor fan/thug:

"Think ya kin kick me balls do ya, ya slut bitch! I'll teach ya different!"

After your back had hit the floor, I straddled you and knelt on each arm. My hands flew back and forth alternating smacking your face and your nice, large and firm tits.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!* *SMACK!*

Over and over again. Cheeks and tits both getting redder and redder. I slowly lower so I'm sitting on your bare belly and my hard cock can be clearly felt through my tight pants.

 

[Tif]

I wondered along the street nearly in tears, having been seperated from the rest of my party when the soccer fans all took over the streets, I found myself suddenly alone. I had been so excited about seeing a foriegn country with my class mates, I wish now I would have learned the language. I couldn't even ask anyone for directions to the hotel and there were no taxis to be found. I had just turned eighteen and was able to go with the rest of the class on the tour but now I didn't know how I would find them, Unless I could find someone who spoke english. I looked around at the soccer fans partying and laughing and one spanish looking guy started to try to talk to me. I couldn't understand him but he stared at me for a long while saying something as he looked over my petite frame and blond hair. He reached out and touched my hair, then, started grabbing at me and groping me.

I turned and ran as fast as I could to get away from him, i saw a deserted alley and ran for it and ran down it a long way till I realised he wasn't following any more. I walked along and really was crying now. My short skirt wrinkled and the top two buttons of my white shirt gone, I walked along wondering how I would get home.....

 

[PhoenixPrime]

NPC soccor thug:

As you walked past a doorway, a hand reached out and grabbed the back of your hair. With a jerk and pull you found yourself inside a dark and apparently deserted room.

The door shut behind you and as your mouth opened to scream a hand clamped over it. Fingers dug painfully into your cheeks and a hand reached around from behind you to cup your tit. Fingers dug in there too as the arm tightened and you were lifted from your feet.

"Make a sound bitch, fight slut and you won't live to see tomorrow. Understood ya little whore?" This was punctuated by the fingers digging in to your cheek and tit even harder and deeper.

 

[Tif]

I didn't see or hear anyone as I walked past the door, the next thin i knew I was in a dark room and a hand clamped over my mouth as I started to let out a scream. I felt another wrap around my chest and grab on to my small breast and easily lift me from the ground . The fingers dug in painfully as if tomake sure I understood the words that were hissed into my ear.

"Make a sound bitch, fight slut and you won't live to see tomorrow. Understood ya little whore?" His words came harsh and firm, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I knew he was big and, by the way he was handling me, very strong. I felt the tears run down my cheek as I nodded my head in agreement. I knew I had little choice and would just have to wait for an opportunity to run. He drug me deeper into the dark room as his hand continued to squeeze my breast...

 

[PhoenixPrime]

NPC soccor thug:

Across the room, into a hallway and down a short flight of stairs into a dimly lit cellar.

As you're carried into the room you see a man kneeling on the arms of a naked woman on the floor repeated slapping her face and tits.

He looks up and says to the one carrying you and mauling your tit, "Da bitch tried to kick me balls kin ya believe that mate?"

Then back to slapping her again.

"Is that right. The stupid slit. Well teach 'er, teacher good mate."

You're released, well your mouth is any way. The hand on your tit pulls making you turn to face a man over 6' tall and big across the shoulders and through the chest. His nose had been broken at sometime and not set right as it had a bend in it.

He towered over you looking down at your face, then your tits. "Well slut it's your turn to strip. Do it now and save yourself some pain. O'course I'll do it if'n ya want, but it'll hurt."

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

My head was bounced from side to side as the blows rained down. I stopped screaming quickly. Something inside me righted itself and told me to shut up. He'd taken me down into the basement where nobody could here me scream. I'd tried to escape and that only made him angrier. Now I only had one chance. I felt sick, but it was the only thing I could do. I yielded.

Crying constantly as the blows stopped, I muttered just one thing, "No me matan..."

Don't kill me...

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccer thug:

"Well cunt let's see how ya feel."

My hand reaches back and cups your pussy and squeezes, squeezes as a finger pushes into your tight hole.

The other hand moves tit to tit kneading hard, squeezing the sore tender skin and flesh.

"Mmmm, nice tits bitch. Tight as a tick cunt too. Ya'll be a good shag. A really tight one you are. Bet ya scream like the Banshee when I fill yer cunt the first time."

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

His hands were all over me, delving down roughly to swoop into my most private place like an eagle taking a rabbit. He tore into me, not caring how I felt and I just lay my head on one side, sobbing and trying not to scream and anger him further. Thats when I saw the new girl. A blonde. Was she English? I didn't know. Maybe just a tourist. But, just maybe, if she was here, that meant he would go for her more than me. For my own survival, I found myself hoping he had a racist disklike of brown skin.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Ian, soccer thug:

My hand left your tit and my knee one arm. My hand lifted yours to my belt.

"Open it bitch. Now." To reinforce the command your nipple was smacked driving it into your firm tit.

The finger began to move in and out of your cunt, the heel of my hand grinding on your clit.

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

I tried to struggle away, but the assault was a vicious reminder that I had no choice. What did he want me to do though? My arms were pinned, it wasn't as though I could take his cock out for him. I did the only thing I could and opened my mouth, ready to suck him when he wanted me to.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

My hand again put yours on my belt. This time using your fingers to pull it from the loops.

"Now ya stoopid cow unbuckle it."

 

[Tif]

He easily carries me down a flight of stairs to a room where a man is slapping a woman on the ground. The man carrying me turns me around so I see him for the first time. I thought I was scared before but looking up at this man I feel terrified. He was very large and his face looked like he had been in a lot of fights. He stared down at me looking me up and down. I feel so small at the moment as he towers over me as if he were a child with a new toy.
"Well slut it's your turn to strip. Do it now and save yourself some pain. O'course I'll do it if'n ya want, but it'll hurt." His words came to me but the meaning took a moment to sink in.

I felt the tears start to flow freely as I begged" Please don't hurt me, I'll do what you want."

I looked at the door behind him. I knew there was no way I could make it out of the building with out him catching me, and then I would really be hurt.

I reached up and started to unbutton the remaining buttons on me blouse. As I reached the bottom I looked up at him as he licked his lips "Keep going, or do ya need help."

I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I then undid the button on my skirt and let it drop as well. I stood before him in my white bra and panties. I could tell by his demeanor he was getting impatient so I reached behind my back and undid my bra and let it slide off my shoulders. My A cup breasts now exposed for his view, as my pink nipples hardened in the cool air.

This seemed to drive him over the edge as he reached out with one of his huge hands and grabbed my white bikini panties and forcefully ripped them from my body, leaving red bruises where the elastic dug into the skin...

 

[BadForm]

Marcia Lopez

With the one hand I had free now, I began to struggle with his buckle. It was tight, and I was inexperienced. It took me several minutes to manage to unfasten it in the position I was in and I could tell he was getting more and more angry the longer it took. Finally I had it though, and moved on to the button and fly, finally opening the front of his jeans and seeing his cock pushing out through the fly in his boxers.

My lip curled in disgust as I felt bile rise in my throat. I wanted to be sick so bad, but what choice did I have? Either I did this or he would probably kill me. Slowly, inexpertly, I bent forward and placed the head of the cock into my mouth.

But what was I meant to do? I guessed I was probably meant to just suck it and so that's what I did. I sucked as hard as I could, clamping his cock between my teeth as I did so. Then I heard him yell in pain and knew I'd done something wrong.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

NPC soccer thug:

"Mmmmm nice itty bitty tittties slit. Come 'ere and lemme taste 'em."

My hands grip your arms and slowly pull you toward his open mouth. The gleam in his eyes shows his need to have you any and every way he can.