This was getting way too long to post all at once. Part 1 is mostly nonfatal, I am planning a part 2 with some more snuff oriented stuff. If people show some interest, i will finish that and share it. If nobody cares, I probably won't bother. Enjoy! :)

Cold And Hungry


Jack looked out his window, watching the rain. He always loved the rain. Warm and safe in his home, with a roaring fire and a hot drink, it was calming to see the water falling down, the clouds casting the city in an odd light. The whole thing was very soothing.


Two blocks away, and a dozen stories below, huddled in a cardboard box, with newspapers for a blanket, Zoe absolutely did NOT love the rain. It was cold and miserable and it soaked through her cardboard front door, she would need to find a new box to keep the rats and bugs away when she slept. But she was no stranger to discomfort, she could handle the cold, even as she shivered and cry, so cold that it hurt. She could get a new box, she would blow the man who owned the appliance store and he would give her a big refrigerator box and she even got a bit of protein in her diet. All of that could be dealt with. But when it rained, the dumpsters automatically locked so they didn’t fill with water. Zoe had been carrying her box, checking dumpsters for scraps, trying to find something, anything to eat before the rain started. Her last score had been some bread that was not even moldy, just too hard to chew before it was soaked in water. Zoe had plenty of water, that had been a good day. That bread had lasted her for two days…..and run out 4 days ago


Zoe hadn’t found anything before the rain started, all she could do now was shiver and cry from the hunger and cold and pray that it stopped soon. She couldn’t go another day, she couldn’t go another mile. If she didn’t find food at the Cyprus Street dumpster, Zoe didn’t think she would have the energy to get to Founder Avenue.


The rain continued all night and into the next morning. Zoe was too cold and hungry to sleep, her stomach hurt so badly, she daydreamed of the hot meals she saw other people eating, Zoe remembered her last hot meal. She’d only had a handful, each one stood out as a major event in her life, far more important than a birthday. Zoe couldn’t remember a time before the streets, or a parent. She’d never had a reason to care about Christmas or Thanksgiving. Halloween was good, she would make a pirate hat from a newspaper and people would just give her candy. Hot Meal Days were her biggest holidays. The last one had been two years before, when she was ten. She had let the cook at a cheap diner do her in the butt and he had given her bacon and eggs.


She still remembered him fondly. Ever since women had lost all rights before she was born, he could have done that without asking, and certainly without payment. Zoe was skinny and dirty and sad, and STILL ended up being fucked without being asked a few times a month. Some men still liked to get consent, but one who would feed her for it, and a hot meal at that, he was a good man. Thinking of the hot meal and the kind stranger made Zoe feel warmer for a short while. Then she came back to reality and waited for the rain to stop, or her own death. Zoe didn’t actively want to die, she wouldn’t jump in front of a car, but if one hit her and ended the hunger forever, she wouldn’t object.


Hours later, the rain let up, and the dumpsters unlocked. Zoe left the ruined shreds of her box and hurried to Cyprus Street as quickly as her sleep and sustenance starved body was able. The clouds were still dark, it could rain again at any moment. More importantly, the other homeless children were likely doing the same thing she was. If they got to Cyprus first and ate all the food, Zoe would not have the strength to get to the dumpster on the next block. It was life or death.


When she reached Cyprus, Zoe was ready to drop, to lay down and quit. She saw other kids there, and wished she had never come, that she had climbed a building and jumped to the merciful death below. Those were Badgers, a local gang. They offered protection for a price, and terrorized those who didn’t pay. Justice was merciless in this nation, and they would be hanged the same as anyone else if the were caught during a burglary or such. But nobody turned them in. If you didn’t pay them, they might rob you from time to time. If you were the reason the limp corpse of one of their own was displayed from a streetlight, they would burn your store and home.


They were powerful and feared, but the shop owners tolerated them because the Badgers would never rob or tax so heavily that a store went under, and they kept out other gangs who would be worse.. So they were homeles by choice, and they ate fresh food. They didn’t need the dumpster, they were holding it to charge a toll. On one hand, Zoe knew there would be food in there. On the other hand, she had nothing to pay with. Public nudity was not prohibited or even discouraged, and she would gladly have given them the clothes on her back, but her clothes were rags, torn and worn thin. She owned nothing else, she had nothing else, and she couldn’t even promise them anything. Zoe hadn’t had anything to her name except dumpster scraps and her box since the bacon and eggs, and she would have died a few times over before giving them that meal. To make matters worse, they had seen her.


A few of the bigger kids came her way. Zoe was too weak to run, she couldn’t have outrun them even after sleep and a proper meal, so she didn’t try. She recognized Mike, the one up front. He had been her peer for a couple years, before he had been accepted into the gang. They’d had sex a few times and then spent the night huddled together for warmth, but Zoe had never felt much of anything for him, and he had never displayed anything for her. They were just acquaintances. That was before he was a Badger, NOW he seemed to have thoughts, unkind thoughts.


“Well well well, little Zoe, it’s been a while” Mike said, grinning widely. His tone was friendly, but the look in his eyes scared her. “What two years?” Zoe nodded “Sounds about right. You’re looking healthier than last time” he nodded “Yeah, being a Badger has perks….two years since I had that tight little snatch of yours”. Zoe had a REALLY bad feeling now, darker than the gathering clouds, but it was not hopeless. She had no objection to fucking Mike for food, she’d done more for less.“So I think I’ll go first, then when everyone here has had a turn, you can go ahead and have the dumpster” he continued with a wicked grin. Zoe backpedaled, there had to be a dozen of them, too many, and if they fucked like Mike….”Please….don’t do this to me” and they were on her.


The entire group moved in at once. Zoe felt her rags torn off of her, ripped away to expose her scrawny, bruised and battered, dirty body. Four of them pinned her four limbs to the fround, and she felt Mike spread her thighs and thrust into her. She cried out, he pounded mercilessly, his lips pulled back, giving him a feral look. Then they turned her, he pulled out, only to violate his place. One of the girls came up with a strap-on, which was shoved down her throat. They went at her for over an hour, an hour filled with screaming and begging and pounding and more than one donkey punch. They kept rotating, all three holes occupied at all times. They had gone in dry, before long her blood provided lubrication. They spit on her, hit her, Zoe was pretty sure one shoulder was dislocated, and she knew she was concussed. Zoe didn’t realize it at the time, but they also damaged her womb, she would never bear children. When their stamina started to fade, Mike retrieved a carrot from the dumpster and used that for a bit. Finally, it started to rain again. Zoe was dimly aware of the dumpster locking. They finished with her shortly after, and Mike tossed the carrot on the ground next to her “Alright Zoe, the dumpster is yours when the rain stops, see you next time!” he said it cheerfully, like it had been another one of their unimportant ‘fuck and stay warm’ nights from years ago, not an act of violence that was shocking even by modern standards, one that had left Zoe with clear internal bleeding. Then he wandered off, leaving Zoe bleeding in the rain, Zoe blacked out, praying to not wake up.


Zoe was hardly aware for what felt like forever. She would remember disjointed moments as she slipped in and out of the waking world. She remembered waking long enough to eat the carrot, tasting herself on it. That took all of her strength, and her head hurt so badly, it felt like it was on fire before she slipped under. She remembered a large figure over her, a hand on her neck. She had thought how grateful she would be if that hand strangled her or snapped her neck, but it seemed to check the strength of her pulse. She remembered the voice, which to her would become the voice of God “Would you like to come to my harem? You will belong to me, but it is warm, and we have food.” and she had agreed, hardly aware, feeling like she was floating, watching her suffering. She remembered being scooped up in strong arms, arms that carried her through the rain, to somewhere dry, then she faded again. She remembered waking at some sharp pain in her arm, and a hand on her forehead. She felt…..could that be a blanket? And then Zoe simply slept


It was getting pretty long, ending it here. Part 2 coming soon