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Would someone find her before she died...
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Melissa’s Tribulation part III


Melissa lost track of time. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the three sailors had left her alone in the woods. She had been trying unsuccessfully to free herself from the rope that tied her wrists together ever since they had gone. What would they do when they came back? And then Melissa was struck with an even more frightening thought. What would SHE do if they DIDN'T come back? Would someone find her before she died of thirst?

She was still struggling when she heard something. Was it the three Americans coming back? She lay still and listened. Finally, she made it out. It was somebody humming. Somebody was walking through the woods humming! If she could only attract their attention.

"MMMMMMMMM!" Melissa tried screaming into her gag. If she could hear the walker's humming, then maybe that person was close enough to hear her. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"

The humming stopped. Melissa stayed quiet for a moment and listened. She heard nothing. "MMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she tried again. This time she heard someone moving towards her through the brush. Thank God! Now if only the person could free her and she could get dressed and away before the Americans returned. She heard the person coming closer.

"Lord! And what have we here, now?" The voice came from above her head, out of her line of sight.

"Mmmmmmm!' she moaned into the gag, trying to communicate the urgency of the situation.

She heard someone walking towards her. Finally he came into view. He was in his early thirties, slender with dark hair. He let his gaze drift slowly over Melissa's naked body, noting the way she was tied down.

"You've gotten yourself in quite a fix, haven't you, luv?" he said in a soft voice. "Yes indeed. Quite a fix."

"Mmmmmmm!" Melissa moaned, the plea for help evident in her eyes. He looked her up and down once more. Why wasn't he untying her? What was the matter with him?

"Well, dear old dad always said 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'" Melissa's eyes grew round as she saw him reach down and open his zipper.

"MMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into her gag and shook her head "No" as he knelt down between her legs.

"Come on now, luv. Relax and enjoy it!" he grinned at her as he ran his hands over her body. Laying his chest on her stomach, he started sucking on her breasts. Melissa groaned in frustration as the stranger moved back and forth between her breasts, his hands travelling up and down her sides while he sucked on her nipples.

Slowly, he began moving down, kissing and licking her lower chest, nibbling at her as he moved to her stomach. He was nibbling his way down her body, moving from left to right and back again as he did. Finally reaching the tops of Melissa's thighs, he nibbled and licked each of her legs in turn. Then, slowly, he was moving down between her legs.

Melissa tensed as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. He flicked his tongue gently and rapidly over her clit while continuing a gentle sucking. At the same time, his hands were massaging both of her breasts. Melissa closed her eyes and moaned. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be!

Melissa felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach as the stranger kept performing oral sex on her. The feeling spread as Melissa realized that she was becoming aroused. How could she become aroused? How could she be responding to this? She was being RAPED for God's sake! How could she be responding like this? But he was being gentle. He was being so awfully gentle!

"Mmmmmmm" she moaned softly as he kept up his ministrations. She could feel her excitement growing as his tongue softly and quickly massaged her most sensitive spot. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more rapid as her head slowly rolled from side to side.

"That's better, luv. That's much better." she heard him mutter as she moaned softly. God, it felt so good! Bit how could it? How could it feel good when it was rape? She didn't know. She just knew that she was getting more and more turned on as he steadily and gently sucked her clit and licked her vagina.

Melissa was softly moaning almost continually now. Her body was squirming in the grass and her hips were beginning to move against the stranger's face. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, that she shouldn't be acting this way, but she couldn't help it.

As Melissa grew more excited, the stranger increased his ministrations. He was doing everything he could to arouse her to a fever pitch, and he was succeeding.

"MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!...MMMM!" escaped past Melissa's gag. Her head was moving from side to side and her hips were thrusting to meet the stranger's mouth. Her body was coated with a thin film of sweat. Melissa was past the point of no return. Mentally, she was no longer tied down in Greenwich Park. Her mind was in that separate place that people go to mentally when sexually aroused in the extreme.

I one fluid motion, the stranger lifted his face from Melissa's crotch and moved up to lay on her chest. Melissa moaned softly as he slipped his penis into her well lubricated vagina and started moving in time with her. His pelvis was pressed against hers, maintaining pressure against her clit as they moved together.

"Mmmm...mmmm....mmmm..." Melissa moaned as he moved inside her. As he began increasing his pace, she followed suit, moving with him as they both became more aroused. Faster and faster he drove into her as her responses became more intense.

Melissa was writhing in the grass, moaning in time with the thrusts into her body. Her excitement was building. She could feel herself approaching orgasm.

"Oh God! Oh GOD! OH GOD!!!!" he groaned in Melissa's ear as he reached his limit of endurance. "UUUUHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!!"

"MMMMMMMMM! MMMM! MMMMMMMMmmmmmm!" The orgasm swept through Melissa at the same time that she felt him cumming inside her. Still he was driving into her as she moved to keep pace with him. They were both being wracked by the orgasms they were experiencing. Finally, with a last shudder of their bodies, they both collapsed, breathing deeply to catch their breath.

Slowly, Melissa's mind cleared. The weight pressing her to the ground brought her to reality. The realization of what she had just done sickened her. How could she have reacted like that? How could she have co-operated? How?

She felt the body on top of her begin to move. Slowly, he lifted himself off of her, withdrawing from her as he did. Standing up, he rearranged his cloths and fastened his trousers.

"Mmmmmmmmm." Melissa looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to leave her like this.

"Sorry, luv." he said. "If I turn you loose, you may turn me in. Besides, it's not sporting to interfere with someone else's game." With that, he turned and walked away.

Feelings of frustration, rage and betrayal flooded through her as the tears rolled down the sides of her face. This wasn't fair. This just wasn't FAIR! She hadn't DONE anything! She didn't DESERVE this!

Melissa lay helpless in the grass, crying out her pain. She lost track of time as her mind searched for reasons that didn't exist.

PART III

Melissa had no idea how long it had been since the stranger had finished with her and left. She knew that the sun was beginning to dip into the western sky and the shadows were beginning to stretch across the grass floor of the park. The three sailors had been gone for a good part of the afternoon. Maybe they had forgotten about her. Maybe they were on their way back to London, leaving her helpless and on her own. She wasn't sure which frightened her more, the prospect of them coming back, or the prospect of them not coming back.

It was then that she heard the noise in the distance. It sounded like singing. Very, very bad singing. Melissa realized it was the three American sailors returning, and they sounded quite drunk. They were bad enough before. What would they be like drunk?

The off-key singing continued until the three sailors came through the brush and into the clearing.

"Well, would you look at this!" the one slurred. "She waited for us! Now wasn't that nice of her?" The three sailors thought that this was hysterically funny, the one actually loosing his balance and falling to the ground he was laughing so hard.

"Ya know what I want?" one said to no one in particular. "I wanna get laid. Yep. That's what I want. What about you little lady? You wanna get laid?"

Melissa whimpered and shook her head "no".

"See?" the sailor said to his two friends. "She wants me! Ain't that great?" The other two were again laughing themselves silly as he moved towards Melissa, fumbling with his fly as he went.

The sailor had his dick in his hand as he knelt between Melissa's legs. She grunted as he dropped drunkenly on top of her. She could feel his hand between them, guiding himself to her vagina. She felt him pressing against her, then felt him spread her open as he shoved his meat up inside her. Melissa groaned as he penetrated her completely.

"Oh yeah." he muttered drunkenly. "Oh, yeah, you got some good pussy, girl!"

There was nothing that Melissa could do. Tied down and gagged, she could neither fight nor beg as the sailor commenced raping her. Melissa closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he moved inside her. He was stroking into her slowly, obviously in no hurry. Melissa wondered how long it would take. She prayed that he would hurry and finish.

Melissa could hear the other two sailors laughing and encouraging their compatriot.

"Fuck her good, man! Tear her snatch open!"

"Yeah! Fuck her till she bleeds, boy! Fuck her till she bleeds!"

Melissa felt her face go hot in shame. It was bad enough to be used like a piece of meat with no feelings or pride. But these animals were acting like she was some kind of entertainment, like she was some kind of floor show. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm" she started moaning as he drove into her harder and faster. His dick was swelling even more as his excitement grew.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Melissa winced and cried out in pain as he roughly pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and fore finger. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

"That's it, bitch! Make some noise! I like it when bitches make noise!"

"MMMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM!" Melissa moaned loudly each time he drove into her, trying to keep him happy so he wouldn't abuse her nipple anymore. Maybe it would turn him on so he would cum faster. Maybe that would make it end sooner. "MMMMM....MMMMM....MMMMM!"

"Oh yeah! That's better! That's better!" he muttered as he pounded into her over and over again.

"MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm." her moan trailed off as she felt him twitching inside her, felt the familiar warmth spreading through her. Gradually, he slowed his pace until he finally lay still on top of her, breathing heavily.

"Oh shit! Oh, shit, you're a good fuck!"

Melissa's face turned even more crimson. Good? GOOD? She had done NOTHING! This wasn't sex, it wasn't making love, it was RAPE! She was a VICTIM, not a PARTICIPANT! What kind of scum WERE these three?

With a sigh, he pulled out of Melissa and rose unsteadily to his feet. As he stood there getting his uniform back in some semblance of order, she realized that the sun was starting to go down. Were they going to keep her here all night? What was going to happen? The uncertainty was terrifying!

"Untie her ankles." she heard one of them say. Almost immediately, two of them were kneeling at her feet, working on the ropes that held her legs immobile. Drunk as they were, it took them a few minutes to free her.

"Now" the voice said, "roll her over!"

Melissa's eyes bulged. She tried kicking at the two sailors kneeling at her feet, but it was futile. Each of them grabbed the ankle in front of the other and pulled that leg towards themselves. This forced Melissa over onto her stomach, her arms now crossed above her head.

"MMMMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into the gag as she tried breaking loose from the hands that gripped her ankles. She felt the third sailor knelling between her legs, then felt him lower himself onto her back. His hand was between them, guiding his dick to her rectum.

"MM....MM....MM....MM!" she cried as he began forcing himself into her. With every thrust, he penetrated her a little deeper.

"MM...MM...MM...MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into the gag as the sailor on her back finally drove the full length of his meat into her bowels. Sunk completely into her, he began grinding his pelvis against her ass, forcing the head of his dick even deeper into her. The two that had held her ankles released her, knowing there was no longer any reason to hold her down.

"MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMM...MMMMM!" Melissa cried out every time he drove into her. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She kicked futilely with her legs as she was brutally sodomized. She felt as if her insides were being torn apart.

"MMM....MMM....MMMMMMMMM....MMM....MMM!" Melissa was squirming and twisting under the sailor in an attempt to break free of him, or at least to limit how deeply he was penetrating her. Oh, God, please let him be quick! Oh, dear God PLEASE let him be quick! Once again, she felt herself breaking out in a sweat from the exertions of the rape.

"M..M..M..M..MMMMMMM...mmm...M..M..M..MMMMMMMMM!!" The sailor had his full weight on Melissa, crushing her to the ground. He weighed close to two hundred pounds, and she was having trouble breathing. She felt him chewing on her neck and shoulder as he repeatedly impaled her with his swollen member.

He was pulling most of the way out of her before jamming himself back into her with all the force he could muster. Over and over he did this, viciously and brutally penetrating as deeply into her bowels as possible. Melissa jumped in pain and screamed into her gag with every thrust. How much more could she take? How much more could they EXPECT her to take? She felt as if she would loose her mind if this kept up much longer.

Melissa heard the sailor beginning to groan. He was driving into her with ever increasing speed. She prayed that he was close, that he would cum and end this misery. She didn't care anymore, just so long he FINISHED!

"MMM...MMM...MMMMMMMM....MMM...M..M..M..MMMMM!!" she moaned repeatedly. He was moving faster now, almost frenzied in his actions. He was jamming himself into her as if he WANTED to tear her open.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he repeated as he felt his balls tightening. He was right on the verge now.

"MM..MM..MM..MM...M..M..M..MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm!" Melissa groaned as she felt him flooding her bowels with his sperm. She felt him spraying his seed into her in wave after wave of warm fluid. Then, he began slowing, slowing then finally, mercifully, he stopped and lay on her back, breathing deeply. Melissa could feel him softening inside her. It seemed an eternity before he finally pulled out of her and stood up.

"Please, God. Please let it be over." she prayed silently.

"You going for another crack at her?" she heard one of them say.

"Yeah." she heard the third sailor say. "And I know just what I'm going to do, too."

"What's that?" asked the other.

"You ever see the movie 'Deliverance'? Well, I'm gonna take her over to that tree. I'm gonna tie her to that tree with the rope around her neck. Then, I'm gonna fuck her in the mouth!"

Melissa felt sick to her stomach. The thought of him putting his filthy dick, with her own dried fluids on it, into her mouth was revolting. The thought of his sperm flooding her throat was even worse.

He knelt down and undid the gag around her head and pulled the sodden handkerchief from her mouth. She felt him fumbling with the ropes that still bound her hands around the sapling. Then, her hands were free. The sailor, still drunk and slightly unsteady, grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

"Oh God, please don't do this! Please, not this!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

She noticed that the first sailor was sitting in the grass with his back against a tree, apparently sleeping or passed out. The second sailor, the one who had just sodomized her, was relieving himself on a bush. The third sailor, though, had a firm grip on both her arms and was dragging her to the tree he had indicated. Melissa trembled in fear.

"You can't do this to me. You just CAN'T! Please, PLEASE don't!"

It had become quite dark now. Unsteady due to drink, and paying more attention to Melissa than to where he was going, the sailor stumbled. Instinctively, he released his grip on Melissa to reach out and break his fall.

Melissa saw her chance. Turning, she began running towards Greenwich. Bending over without stopping, she scooped up her blouse and trousers from where they lay in the grass. She didn't get her bra or panties, but that didn't matter.

"GET HER!" she heard the drunken sailor yell as she ran out of the clearing. Melissa could hear them coming after her, crashing through the bushes. She had tried to outrun them before and they had caught her, but they had been sober then. Now they were drunk. Drunk and uncoordinated. And Melissa was afraid. The adrenalin that was coursing through her blood stream gave her an extra edge.

She continued running naked through the dark woods, her blouse and trousers gripped in one hand, her arms pumping in time with her legs. She felt her lungs beginning to burn, but she did not slow down. Slowly, ever so slowly, the sounds of pursuit became more distant, until finally, they ceased altogether. Still Melissa ran. She was taking no chances. She ran naked until she saw the lights of the buildings of the National Maritime Museum along King William Walk.

Melissa paused just behind the last of the shrubs of Greenwich park. Listening intently for the slightest noise, she quickly put on her blouse and trousers. She had no underwear or shoes, she looked dishevelled, but she was covered. As soon as she was dressed, she stepped out onto the Walk and headed for Greenwich Pier. Fortunately, she had carried her money and identification in her trouser pocket that day. Even her return ticket on the tour boat was in her pocket.

She noticed that there were still several people walking about in singles, couples and small groups. That gave her a small feeling of safety. Even if the three Americans caught up with her, they wouldn't dare to try anything in public.

Melissa saw two uniformed Bobbies talking under a street light. For an instant, she thought of stopping them and reporting what had happened. She could make sure that the American sailors were punished.

But then she would have to testify. She would have to tell everything that had happened to her. Everything that had been done to her by the three sailors and the stranger. They would want to know why she was in Greenwich. Yesterday (was it only yesterday?) with Sebastian and his four friends would come out. She would have to go into court and publicly admit that she had been used repeatedly by nine different men over a period of roughly thirty hours.

Melissa walked past the two Bobbies without stopping.

As she reached the pier, she began to tremble. Everything that had happened, everything that had been done to her, began closing in on her. Her legs felt weak. She was afraid she would collapse if she didn't sit down. She saw a Pub nearby and made her way to the door. Entering, she found a small, empty table near the window. Gratefully, she slid into the seat.

"What can I get you, luv?" Melissa nearly jumped out of her chair when the barmaid spoke to her.

Her hand to her chest, her heart racing, Melissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath to compose herself.

"Are you alright?" the barmaid asked worriedly. "

Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you. I... I just... uh... nothing. It's nothing. Vodka please. A large vodka." Melissa wasn't a heavy drinker, but tonight, tonight she felt a real need for it.

As she sat there looking out the window, her heart skipped a beat. The two Bobbies she had seen earlier were walking along with three dishevelled American sailors. Probably pinching them for being drunk or something. Well, at least Melissa could relax, now. She would be back in London before those three were released. She didn't have to worry about them anymore.

The barmaid came with her drink. Melissa picked it up and sipped it gratefully. What an ungodly two days this had been. But at least it's over, Melissa thought as her trembling hand lifted the glass to her lips. At least now it's over.
8 comments

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2007-07-23 10:53:50
TRIPP IS A VERY DANGEROUS AND DISTURBED PERSON. HIS TOTAL FAILURE WITH GIRLS HAS TURNED HIM INTO A MONSTER.IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE RAPES AN INNOCENT GIRL. THE GOOD THING IS THE POLICE ARE ALREADY WATCHING HIM.

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2007-07-09 12:26:20
What a total waste of time and space.... i suggest you delete this crap asap.

READERReport

2007-07-08 22:50:38
SEEK PROFESSIONAL!!! OR BETTER YET, GO SLIT YOUR WRISTS. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

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2007-06-05 22:26:48
female reader, and i still loved it.

READERReport

2007-04-02 00:34:40
your a sick man

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