The Missing Bride

*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.

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"The manager needs the check over here," Homberto motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. Homberto was a powerful lawyer who was helping me with my prenuptial agreement my parents had insisted on, but he had also offered to help me plan my bachelorette party. I was exasperated by this point. I was drunk and high on the marijuana Cecelia had baked into the cake for my party. My fiance was having his bachelor party the same night and then the next night we were supposed to reconvene to prepare for the biggest moment of our lives; marrying one another.

My fiance, Clyde wasn't the worst guy, but he wasn't the best either. He wasn't the investment banker my mother had hoped I'd snag but he was a wonderful actor and artist and I just knew that he would make it big soon. I was willing to bet my life on it by accepting his offer of marriage. He had gotten down on one knee and bought me a ring he couldn't afford. I wore it proudly on my finger as I followed Homberto to the back of the restaurant to give the manager the check.

"Right here, Kim," he opened a door and actually pushed me inside. He then closed it behind me. It was dark and I was confused at first, but then I realized what was happening. Homberto was a bad, bad man and he was trying to pull some shit. I banged on the door, trying the handle and finding I was locked in. I wasn't surprised. I was a very pretty girl and I knew it. People had told me I was beautiful my whole life. I was used to having stalkers and too many men following me around. I had always known this day would come and here I was, locked inside a room and waiting for something to happen.

"Homberto! Open this door! Help! Help!" I screamed but I knew that no one was there to hear me. I knew everyone was downstairs. I waited for what felt like hours, having to resort to peeing in the sink because there was no bathroom and I really had to go. By the time Homberto returned I realized it must have been very late, after closing time for the bar. I was silent by then, sleeping in the corner, my head resting on the cushion of a chair and my body curled up beside it.

"Kimberly, I have some meat for you!" I woke to Homberto pulling off my clothes. My headband with a veil that said, "Bridezilla" was pulled from my head and discarded into the dark. My fancy white dress was ripped from my body and I was so pissed that Homberto thought he could just rip my dress like that. It had cost me almost a thousand dollars. That was why I began to cry but I tried my best to stop when I saw that my tears only seemed to make Homberto hornier. He pulled his cock out and I was shocked to see that it was about the same size as Clyde's.

"Married white girl pussy is the best kind," Homberto confided in me as he fought to spread my legs open. I tried my best to clamp them shut and fight it, but I was no match for him. He simply waited me out until I was tired and he won because I had no energy left in me to fight.

"I'm not married yet. Engaged. Remember?"

"Of course I remember, I get to fuck this pussy before the groom. How nice." He laughed as he pushed me back onto a chair that was half-covered with things. I could feel my back landing on something hard and I tried to get it out from under me as I continued to fight Homberto. He fought back until his cock was deep inside of my pussy and I was screaming more with pleasure than with pain.

The irony of how good Homberto's cock felt in my pussy will always haunt me. I came almost instantly and I felt guilty for doing so. I had never come that fast with Clyde and I felt like a traitor somehow for cumming on my rapist's cock. I had never dreamed that I was capable of such a thing and yet, here I was cumming a second time, and then a third. Homberto was having his way with me, his sadistic eyes visible to me in the dark. My eyes had adjusted and I could see every nuance of emotion from Homberto.

He was loving this. Raping me was the best thing he had ever done. He held me down and slammed his cock into me with the kind of force that only a man that truly gives zero fucks about you can. I took his blows, bracing myself as his pussy slammed deep into me. I knew that I would be bruised and battered down there if I escaped. I realized that there was a possibility that I would not escape alive. I said a few prayers, asking for forgiveness for all of the bad things that I had done. Even as I prayed, I was cumming on Homberto's cock, wondering why I hadn't seen the fact that he was a slimeball. I had followed him up here and now my legs were spread and he was holding me down.

My young life was almost over and I could feel it slipping away as Homberto's hands wrapped around my neck and choked me out. I couldn't breathe and as my breath eluded me I could feel my pussy spasming uncontrollably. I could feel the way my body was convulsing, jumping around like a live wire. He pushed me back down, holding me down by my neck. I coughed and choked but he was relentless.

"You piece-of-shit slut. All women are sluts. Look at you with your legs spread taking my dick. You whore! What would your husband say about you now, you fucking slut?" He pulled his hand from my neck only to slap me across the face with it. His other hand was grabbing his cock, guiding it in and out of my pussy.

"Please! Stop! Why are you doing this?" I asked. I needed to know.

"I love white sluts," he told me, "and that definitely describes you. I saw that cake shaped like a dick. You whore." He looked down at me with hatred before stabbing his cock back into my pussy. I let out a cry of pain as he pounded me where I was already bruised inside.

"Stop, Homberto! Please!"

"Ah, the white bitch remembers my name!" He laughed at me. I knew he was Hispanic, probably Mexican, but I never liked to assume. I knew he was a racist bastard, a rapist, and a motherfucker. I also knew that if I didn't do something, he was probably going to kill me. I didn't want to die at my bachelorette party. I thought of all my friends, my fiance, my family, and even my future kids. I fought back, punching and kicking Homberto blindly, aiming for anything I could come into contact with.

"You dumb bitch. I don't know when you're going to realize resistance is futile."

"Get off of me!"

"You're my bitch now. Accept it." He pounded my pussy harder and harder until I was in so much pain that I could barely think. My body went limp, accepting that I was not in control. I knew that he was winning but I had no other choice. I couldn't fight anymore. I was too exhausted and maybe that's why I fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of skin slapping against skin. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was Homberto's skin slapping against mine. I was no longer at the bar. I was now in a house with Homberto and it didn't look like it was in a neighborhood in town. I looked out the windows and saw prairie for as far as the eye could see. I was in a little house in the middle of nowhere.

"Where am I?" I screamed at Homberto. He was on top of me again, his fat, Hispanic face looking down at me, his mouth opened into an "O" of pleasure. I hated him so much at that moment. I wanted to hurt him, make him suffer but I had no idea where I was or how to get back home. I had no idea if I could survive here without Homberto. I looked around to see if I could gather any clues as Homberto continued to fuck my pussy.

I couldn't help but cum every once in a while. His cock was hitting good places inside of me and I was grateful that I could at least cum. It was the one redeeming thing about the situation. Homberto was talking shit to me as he fucked me, calling me a slut, whore, and piece of shit. I took all of his insults, knowing that I would stoke the fire of my anger with them. They would fuel my escape when I could figure out a plan.

I thought about Clyde often and I wondered how he was feeling. I knew he probably thought I stood him up because I was afraid to get married. It was no secret that marriage scared me but I had wanted to try with him and now I wasn't sure if I was going to get that chance.

"Your stupid fiance is actually sad you're missing," Homberto informed me, even as he fucked me harder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, Kimberly."

"What do you mean you'll take care of it?"

"I mean, soon he will know to stop looking for you. He'll know you got cold feet because you found some better dick. This dick is better than his, isn't it Kimberly? We should be together, not you and him." Homberto looked so fucking crazy and I was extremely scared of what he would do. I was happy that Clyde was safe and not in danger but I hated the thought of him thinking that I had cold feet. I didn't! I loved him and wanted him. He was supposed to be my husband.

"I love cumming in your pussy! Maybe we'll have a baby together, Kimberly. Maybe it's you and me against the world this time!" He grunted and moaned as he came right in my bare pussy. There wasn't much I could do about it but accept it. I wondered what would happen if I really did get pregnant. I looked out the window at the open prairie. I wondered how far it was to the next sign of life. I wondered where I was. I felt so isolated and alone.

"I have to go to work, Kimberly. Come here," he pulled me by the hair over to the wall. He then fastened something around my neck and chained my wrists to my ankles. I wouldn't be moving much. He left me a bucket and a roll of paper towels, which I appreciated but was still insulted by. I watched him wave good-bye and walk out the front door. I couldn't see him leaving but I heard the car engine start and then drive away. I was alone in the house, chained to the fucking wall. This was not how I had pictured my life ending up.

I began to cry, my will to survive dwindling. If I couldn't be with Clyde, maybe I just wanted to die. I wallowed in my sorrows, knowing Homberto would eventually come back for me and rape me some more. At this point, I was so lonely and bored that I actually started to look forward to seeing Homberto. I began to long for his cock and pray that he would abuse me a little bit harder each time he fucked me. Homberto became my world and my master. I began to see that the only way to survive was to succumb to his wishes. The only way to live in the circumstances I was given was to give in.

"Clyde is engaged again," Homberto showed me a newspaper announcement. There he was with a woman who looked younger and prettier than me. I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I'd been kidnapped. He looked happy. That was the moment I realized I was never getting rescued. Clyde had given up on me and Homberto was gloating. I wanted to talk back but I couldn't afford to. His cock was already down my throat and I knew a rough ass fucking was coming next. I knew Homberto and his sadistic tendencies by then. I had grown to love them and though it hurt to see Clyde with someone else, I realized I had someone else now too, someone that fucked me better than Clyde ever did.