[m/f; rape, stabbing; non-con]

“Well, hello there, Missy.” The male voice made Olive start and look up to see a pair of men standing on her lawn and very blatantly staring at her as she'd been sunbathing topless in her garden, wearing nothing but a bikini bottom.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing here?!” She quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest and stood up to return inside and get to her phone. “This is private propert-” However before she could even finish her sentence, the taller of the two, a bulky guy easily a whole foot taller than Olive, lurched forward and smashed his fist right into her stomach, the impact almost enough to knock her down, and her breath completely left her, leaving her powerless to defend herself as he just grabbed her by the shoulders and followed the other guy, a visibly older and thinner one, dragging her inside her house.

By the time Olive had somewhat caught herself again, the men had already dragged her inside the basement, heading straight for the large hobby room. “See? I told you Mike, since I worked on the plumbing here last year they didn't change the rooms one bit.”

As the taller man, Mike apparently, tossed Olive to the ground and locked the door behind him, she looked up at the other man, suddenly vaguely recognizing his face; what had been his name again “...Jack?”

“So you do remember. I'm flattered really.” He sneered. “But it's not gonna change a thing.”

“W-what do you want from me?” From the corner of her eye Olive saw Mike just roughly sweep all the tools from the crafts table and cringed; some of those had been pretty expensive.

“Isn't it obvious? We're here to fuck you. A hot young bitch like you would never even have considered an old man like me, so now I'm just taking you.” Jack rubbed one hand over his crotch, and Olive could see the bulges in both men's pants, quickly backing away a few steps until her back hit a shelf. “You're not getting away, sweetie. But if you do what I say, we might let you live.”

Much faster than she would have expected, Jack suddenly stepped closer to her, pulling something out of his pocket and holding a visibly sharp knife just centimeters before Olive's throat. “Are we clear?”

Olive just weakly nodded, her eyes tearing up, but she didn't even try to resist as Jack pulled her back to the middle of the room, then roughly squeezed one of her breasts and briefly licked her nipple, making her shudder in revulsion as he let out a whistle. “Damn, you got some nice tits on you. I shoulda done this months ago.”

As Jack pushed Olive onto her knees, then started opening his zipper to take out his dick, she could already tell what was coming. “That's right, you're gonna suck it. But if you so much as think about biting me or something silly, Mikey here is gonna break your arms and legs before I slowly torture you to death with this knife over hours.” To underline the point, Mike grabbed Olive's arm, effortlessly holding it and pressing against the elbow from the wrong side, and the pain quickly made tears shoot up in her eyes as she hurried to answer.

“No, I won't do anything, I swear! Please don't hurt me!”

“Good girl. Now get to it.” Jack stepped closer to her, and Olive had no choice but to open her lips and take his dick, but to her mild surprise, he wasn't particularly gross or smelly, so maybe if she closed her eyes and just imagined it was someone, anyone, else, she could get through this.

For several moments Olive just kept sucking Jack, trying to ignore the reality of her situation, until suddenly he grabbed the back of her head with both hands, forcing his dick deep into Olive's mouth until she gagged and started choking as he fucked her throat, pointlessly struggling to break free, until after well over a minute he finally let go and Olive quickly pulled back, falling onto her hands and knees as she panted and gasped for air.

But before she'd even had time to recover, Mike grabbed her arm and pulled Olive upwards before forcing her onto the now empty table in the middle of the room. Olive could barely register him forcing her legs apart and let out a weak 'please, no', before Mike forced his dick inside her.

As he began thrusting inside her, Olive started sobbing, hardly even resisting as Jack grabbed her shoulders and started fucking her mouth again, barely leaving her any chance to breath as he pushed deep inside her. But Olive tried her best to keep up, if she didn't resist and the both of them finished soon, there might be some opening for her to escape, or maybe they'd just let her live.

However only a few minutes later, Jack suddenly pulled out of Olive, leaving her to gasp for air once more as he gestured to his partner. “Hey, give it a break.” With a small grunt Mike paused, then pulled out of her too, but kept looming over Olive, pretty much dashing any hopes of an escape, but she could at least lift her head to see Jack rifle through one of the shelves on the side of the room before returning with a grin, holding a can of spray paint.

“W-what are you...” Then realization hit her when Mike held both her thighs to force them apart and Jack stepped up next to him. “Please no-” Olive cut herself off with a pained gasp as Jack roughly pushed the can inside her pussy, the cold hard metal painfully filling her much bigger than any dick or toy she'd ever had. Jack slowly, almost leisurely kept forcing the can deeper until it was almost all the way inside her, taking in every second of Olive's pain with a sadistic grin.

Then he stepped back and Mike grabbed Olive's hips to lift her a little, pushing up her legs, and she couldn't help but scream as he forcefully entered her ass, starting to slowly thrust, but quickly speeding up. Olive had tried anal once, and her boyfriend had complimented her on her tightness, but it had been too unpleasant to ever try again, and he had been very gentle and used lots of lube, so now with Mike doing neither of that, the pain was just too much and Olive started crying, tears streaming down her face as the man kept raping her.

However after several minutes of enduring it, her resolve returned, she was not going to be taken so easily. With a sudden cry Olive bucked, trying to push Mike away from her to little effect, before starting to claw her fingernails across his face, leaving a series of bloody marks and just barely missing his eye. The brute flinched and growled in pain, but then in retaliation just hit Olives face with the back of his hand with enough force to slam her head onto the table and before her mind had even cleared from the pain and daze, he clasped both hands around his neck, all but crushing her throat.

Olive immediately stared struggling, digging her fingers into Mike's hands as her cries turned into choked gasps, but within moments the edges of her vision began swimming before quickly collapsing as everything went black.

“Hey, watch it! Don't kill her just yet.”

“Sorry, boss.” Mike quickly let go of Olive's throat, and Jack hurried to check her breathing.

“She's still alive. Come on, we don't have forever. Finish, will you?”

Mike nodded and started fucking Olive's ass faster and harder, her motionless body slightly jerking with every thrust, and just moments later he tensed and groaned as he shot his load into her, taking a little longer to wind down and pull out of her, leaving a bit of cum dripping from Olive's asshole.

After Mike was done, Jack slapped Olive's face a few times, and moments later her eyes blinked open, only to widen in shock when her situation returned to her. But before she could make any attempt at escape, Jack had already ordered Mike to hold her down, and the man easily pressed her shoulders onto the bench, easily holding her down completely.

Jack started tugging at the spray can still inside her pussy until it suddenly came out, making Olive wince, but any hope of her torment being over was shattered when he instead pressed it against her asshole, trying to force it in. “No! There's no way that's gonna fit! Please, I'll do anything-”

“Then I'll make it fit.” After several seconds of pushing and searching for the right angle, suddenly got it, and with a visible effort forced the can almost entirely up Olive's ass, and the girl let out a long scream before starting to thrash and flail, crying hysterically, but Mike still held her in place. After letting her tire herself out for multiple minutes, when Olive's struggles finally weakened, Jack pushed her legs apart and started fucking her still nice and tight pussy.

By this point Olive was barely even registering her ongoing torment, only weakly shivering or sobbing, and Jack frowned. “Come on, it's not nearly as fun when you're not reacting, you know.” As Olive of course didn't respond, he just shrugged. “Guess we had our fun, though. Let's end this.”

He reached for the knife, raising it over his head with both hands and Olive's eyes widened in terror before he rammed it down into her chest with full force. Her shriek abruptly cut off into a gurgle as Jack stabbed her again and again and again, the blade cutting straight through Olive's ribs and completely ravaging her chest, splashing blood everywhere.

All the while continuing to fuck Olive, after over a dozen stabs Jack finally dropped the knife, panting. Olive was only weakly twitching, a trickle of blood running from her mouth, but Jack kept thrusting inside her, and just as Olive went limp, her eyes glazing over, with a grunt he came, shooting his load into her pussy.

After cooling down a bit, pulled out of Olive, wiping off the worst of the blood on his hands on her thighs, then gesturing Mike. “Come on, let's clean up, we gotta cover our tracks.”

***

“Babe? I'm home!” No answer. Anon quickly looked around the house, but Olive wasn't anywhere on the ground floor, nor up in their bedroom waiting for him with a sexy 'surprise'. But the door hadn't been locked, so... Only then he noticed that the door to the cellar was standing a little ajar.

“Olive? Are you down there?” Already as he was heading down the steps anon noticed some odd metallic smell in the air he couldn't quite place, but when he opened the door the stench of blood hit him like a wall. “What the hell?!”

Olive, or more specifically, her body, was lying on the large crafts table, surrounded by scattered tools on the ground and a massive puddle blood, her entire chest filled with bloody stab wounds. She was entirely naked, the only clothing even lying on the floor being her white and green bikini bottoms, and her face was frozen in a grimace of utter fear and agony, streaks of half-dried tears still visible.

Anon hurried to check for breathing or a pulse, but found nothing, Olive was completely gone, even if it couldn't be that long, her body was still warm. He really should not be touching anything and instead call the police right away, but anon had never been able to resist Olive's womanly charms, even now, and the way that her legs were pushed apart showed that whoever had done this had most likely had his way with her too.

He was just gonna have to call in that favor from a friend of his who was working in a butcher's shop near a farm to get rid of the evidence. Maybe anon would even be able to get some money from the life insurance, though maybe not, that would seem rather suspicious.

But he definitely was gonna make use of her one last time. Anon opened his pants and barely even had to touch himself to get hard, given the view in front of him, and reached for Olive's hips and pushed into her to find that she was still just as tight and warm and she had been in life. This was gonna be good.