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Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 4 Airport Screening
« on: October 10, 2020, 12:03:13 PM »
Welcome to my nightmares...  :evil:

These are stories that expand upon my nights of restlessness.

I make animations to capture those moments, I seek to desensitize the fears from each post-dream episode.  In other words, expect a lot of clothes ripping  :angel:

Please enjoy and story comments make me  :yay:
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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 1 Airport Screening
« Reply #1 on: October 10, 2020, 12:04:23 PM »
"Yasser, we need you at security..."

The radio blared in their native tongue, but in his head he converted everything to English for good practice.  After all, it was the most commonly used translation requested at this active locale.

He stubbed out the remainder of his dying cigarette, staring off in the distance.  The refractive waves of heat rippled all the way to the horizon in this arid landscape.   Lonely palms dotted along the lone airport road that converged upon this vestibule.  Despite the off and on roar of jet engines, it was good to escape the din and chatter of passenger traffic.  Despite the torrid temperatures, basking in this outdoor expanse felt good.

Reluctantly, he headed back through the entrance, back to his duties.  The blast of air conditioning chilled his sweat soaked shirt, as he patted the wetness off his forehead with a handkerchief.  He looked forlornly at the clock.  Only five minutes until end of shift.  Hopefully whatever it was, wasn't going to take long.  He took his time to arrive.

And he didn't like what he saw.

This didn't look like anything that would resolve quickly.  He recognized Mahmoud engaged in a very animated discussion with a traveler.  Mahmoud was one of the quiet ones.  To see him this spirited, something must have set him off.  This was not good.



"Ahem, miss, what seems to be the problem," Yasser cut in.

"Finally!!! Someone who speaks some fucking English around here!"

"Ok, calm down, please state your issue and I will assist in translating your..."

"He was trying to take this away!!  I don't understand what the problem is!  Do you know how much I paid for this?!?  I spent half my travel budget for it!"

"Ok, ok, please let me speak with the officer."

Yasser conferred with Mahmoud, who turned to speak with him.  He'd never seen Mahmoud so angry before.  Once he stated his case, he fully understood.

Over the officer's shoulder, he could see the woman glowering impatiently as if she was above all this. 

Instead, his eyes cast down upon what looked like the typical western visitor passing through their country.  Is this how those infidels typically dressed for travel?  Is this what passed for modesty in that part of the world?  At least that tied off shirt covered her lower body to a degree.



The light blonde hair stuck out in the sea of dark figures.  Admittedly, despite the diva vibes, she did look quite angelic with the windowed daylight aura framing her body.  Her outfit hugged every bit of her body, featuring every curve and taper of her appealing torso and toned legs.  All the rest of the guards ogled her too with the same exact thoughts.

He looked at the trinket in question, lying there at the table and cleared his throat.  Yasser activated the radio, summoning the captain of the security force in his native tongue, then turned to address her.

"Miss, this object is an artifact of our country.  You may not take it.  In fact, it is illegal for a foreigner to possess our national treasures."

"What!?!  I bought this at a gift stand..."

A new booming voice caught her off guard.  In response, Yasser spoke, summarizing the facts in even tones.  The captain nodded, speaking back.  He looked at the passport, handing it to Yasser.

"Ok... miss... Kylie, you will need to come to our office to discuss this problem," Yasser ordered, flipping through her passport.

"No!  I'm not going anywhere!"

Her insolence needed no translation. 

The captain tilted his head, nodding towards the guards, and Mahmoud reached for her.

"Get away from me!  My embassy will not be happy about..."

Before she knew it, Kylie was spun to the ground.  The metallic click of handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back.  Yet despite the restraints, she continued to flail, giving no ease to the men pulling to escort her away.

"No!  I'm not... going... where... are you..."

Despite her attempts at feistiness, physically she was no match for the guards who each weighed at least twice her size.  The crowd stared at the scene, seemingly in mock indignation at this ill behaved foreigner.

"They have no right!  What kind of government is this??!  You all are third world prisoners here!," she yelled to everyone who stood idly by without coming to her aid.  None of them understand a word she said.

Suddenly, Kylie felt a loss of control.  Being dragged down the hall initiated her recognition that she was going somewhere, someplace, beyond her free will.  Their next stop was an elevator, accessible only to security.

Thinking they were bringing her up, the movement downwards was unexpected.  But then as not one floor, but two, three, four levels underground passed, it then elicited a tinge of apprehension in her gut.

This airport was not exactly the most modern of ones Kylie's encountered in her international travels.  Yet, despite the dreariness, she was expecting more of the same intense daylight radiating upon the halls of the airport terminal.  When the door slid open, it revealed nothing but gloomy darkness.

The passage revealed the dark underbelly of airport operations.  It was like a modern day catacomb, with narrow tunnels lined with alcoves hiding who knows what.  The heavy footfalls of secret police boots clanged off the metallic lattice walkways, absent of any other souls in sight.  The percussive sounds blended with the knocks and steamy ding noises traversing through lengthy subterranean pipes.  They reached a metal door, where the dangling of keys signaled a secure and remote cell.

The room was not anything that resembled an "office" nor anything relatable to official business.  Not even close.  There was a dim light hanging overhead, portending some sort of vault with features cloaked in the darkness.

The captain twirled her around to face him, and uttered something for translation.  The chain to the handcuffs were held securely by Mahmoud standing uncomfortably close behind her.

"Ahem... Captain Abu has declared you a suspect of criminal thievery of the highest national order," Yasser declared.

"What!?  No!!!  Why won't you believe what I say!?  I bought it at a gift stand, in your public bazaar!  I didn't steal anything!"

Her pleas were useless.  The captain seemed intent on investigating further, disregarding anything coming out of her mouth.  He kept muttering more along with Mahmoud.

"The captain is asking what else did you steal?  Mahmoud says you westerners only seek to desecrate the holy land of our fathers.  And thieves do not stop on one thing.  Perhaps you are hiding more from us..."

Yasser's words immediately resonated, and not in a good way.  She felt goosebumps, the chill, of his foreboding insinuations...









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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 1 Airport Screening
« Reply #2 on: October 10, 2020, 12:28:38 PM »
Wonderful opening chords.  And appreciate the 3D render art! 

Poor Kylie.  You read the opening stanzas of a work like this and it's neither a question of will Kylie suffer or to what degree Kylie will suffer.  But rather what might be left of her after the Men and the Regulations and the Protocols exact their due diligence upon her fetching (magnetic?) body.

Stay tuned people!

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 1 Airport Screening
« Reply #3 on: October 10, 2020, 04:09:30 PM »
Absolutely wonderful Kylie, I’m torn in my opinion what is more exciting the outstanding art or the imaginative storytelling.

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 1 Airport Screening
« Reply #4 on: October 11, 2020, 09:46:35 PM »
I use to fly frequently, she looks like the type of traveler I have rape fantasies about.

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 2 Airport Screening
« Reply #5 on: October 14, 2020, 10:10:16 PM »
"I have nothing to hide!  STOP!!!  Tell him to get his fucking hand off of me!!"

The sudden creepy touching made Kylie flail anew.  His fingers were like talons, pinching into the circumference of her firm breast.  She shook herself free from his clutch, bucking hard against Mahmoud's grasp on the handcuff chain.

"First, you will address me as Yasser.  I am your translator at your service.  I am pleased to meet you.  Captain Abu says he will remove the handcuffs if you calm yourself and cooperate."

She finally settled down, feeling this option was far more appealing.  Soothing her newly freed but chafed wrists, she quickly held up her torn top to cover her bare breast.

The Captain tilted his head in disapproval, muttering yet another directive.

"Captain has requested that you strip down immediately.  You are to be searched to continue this investigation."

"What!?!  I will n-..."



The hit was as sudden as it was jarring.  The solid backhand swept across her eyes, disappearing into a sudden flash of stars in her vision.  Kylie had never been hit like that before.  The dynamics of her predicament were now made painfully clear.  She rolled on her side, cradling her cheek, unsure of what to do next.

Yasser squatted down near her crumpled form.  Surely logic would ensure respect...

"Please Miss Kylie, let us avoid unnecessary means.  In this country, the rule of law governs your place.  Just do as he asks, please... remove your clothing..."

She nodded tearfully, slowly getting back up.  Somehow, a renewed resolve washed over her, urging herself to get through this situation.  She needed to stay aware, this could all serve as distraction as she sought a means of escape.  Seconds seemingly ticked like eternity, as the men stood waiting for this onerous task to start.

Kylie gulped, pursing her lips sideways at the sudden onset of humiliation.  Her hands had never trembled like this before.  Picking at her clothes could have been like flailing her own skin for all that mattered.  Despite the chill in the room, her bared skin flashed warm, reddening from withering embarrassment of lustful stares.

She first slid her sneakers off, allowing the stretchy yoga pant material to slide unhindered down each ankle.  The pale room glow only seemed to make her sleek bared legs even smoother to the eyes. 

Next, the flimsy tattered top was discarded overhead.  Already her neck and shoulders flushed as eyes seemed to bore straight into the lacy bra.  The left cup was already pushed down from the Captain's previous molestation.  The tension of all that bunched up material pushed up uncomfortably directly underneath her left breast, propping it provacatively up and outward.

How she managed to undo the hook with such shaky fingers, she did not know.  Kylie instinctively slouched, as the straps slid off her shoulders, the garment fluttering off, exposing vulnerability like shucked armor. 

"For your underwear, turn around and bend over.  Please... it is standard procedure..."

The words were understated, but chilled her to the bone.  How did she get herself in this situation?  Reality seemed like a world away, down here in a dungeon of sorts... trapped with men in absolute control.  The feeling of surrender was indescribable, as was the obscene body position she submitted to.



Kylie couldn't dare to look behind her.  What would anyone think, seeing her in such a compromising pose?  The notion of it all was unbearable.  Time seemed to stand still... the male chorus of heavy breathing seemed to throb at a far slower signature.

"Very well.  I must commend you on your compliance.  We will get this over soon.  Come, to the center of the room..."

She looked at Yasser with his arm pointing the way.  For such a harrowing situation, he did have such a calming almost disembodied voice.  The instructions bordered on procedural, despite the potential for abuse given her exposed state.
 
However, that sliver of calm was quickly fleeting.  A new spotlight illuminated overhead, unveiling dread and phobia alike.  As unimaginable how a single piece of furniture could elicit the sum of all fears, the dark features made it all the more foreboding.  There was no mistaking the purpose for such form for function.

"Nooo!!!  I won't... I can't...," Kylie began blubbering.

More guards seemed to appear from nowhere.  Had they been observing from the shadows all this time?  She felt the metallic sting of cuffs once again, with hands rendered powerless behind her back.  Kylie fought again, but her efforts were comical against the strength of multiple men.  Soon she found herself lacking leverage, her sexy calves strapped, leaving her thighs open wide in defenseless fashion.

"Please... there has to be another way!"

"If you are as innocent as you say, there will be no problem."

"I swear, that gift is the only thing... please, you have to believe me..."

"The Captain will now inspect you.  Just breathe and relax..."

Maybe this is all just procedure, she thought.  Maybe they really are just doing their jobs.  Breathe... relax... she told herself.  After all, she truly wasn't hiding anything.

"okay...," she blurted with a mousey voice.

She tried to relax her body.  They'd find nothing, and she'd be free to go on.

The Captain seated himself on a stool in a unequivocally invasive position.  For him, this was truly the gates of heaven.  The thin vertical labia were up close and personal.  He loved the way she flinched, as little as her bindings would allow, as his dirty fingertips began to explore.

Using all right and left fingers, he opened Kylie up in both holes, like curtains unveiling something so splendidly guarded and intimate.  The pliable membranes relented, exposing down her deep dark tunnels.  His nerve endings in each pad advanced to delve, palpating taboo recesses within.

The room went completely silent, holding court to the lewd proceedings.  When Kylie wasn't gasping, the sounds of digits internally probing gave utmost clarity to all.  The resounding squish could almost be mistaken for decadent slurping.  There wasn't a soft cock in the audience, as inspection could easily masquerade as finger fucking.

"Uuggghh... *gasp*... Y-yasser... w-what is he doing... it hurts..."

The Captain muttered more, where Kylie could not understand the words but could comprehend the intonation.  She began to squeal as a slow sneer spread across his lips.  His ring finger, pinkie, then thumb pushed into her vaginal tract, bunching into conical form for savage penetration.  He didn't care how much she trembled or shook, as her labia stretched gruesomely thin.  Everything about this vile act allured him on so many levels.

"AAaggghhh...NOOO!!! Take it out!  Take it out!  Yasser... please, help me!!..."






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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 2 Airport Screening
« Reply #6 on: October 15, 2020, 07:01:11 AM »
These lads wasted NO time in sampling Kylie!  But that backhand slap was The Bomb!  Awesome work.  I appreciate a rape when it's "performed" under the guise of an inspection or a hygiene protocol.  Excellent!

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P.S. - The physical appearance of your victim and her tormentors/predicament put me in mind of an artist named Quoom.  His work is still readily available on the Web (I think) and it pleases me to see this modern day Kylie begin to absorb a similar style (and level) of sexual punishment.   :evil:

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 2 Airport Screening
« Reply #7 on: October 15, 2020, 08:37:15 AM »
And the second part manages to be even better than the already fantastic first chapter. Love how Kylie is fighting back at every opportunity.

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 2 Airport Screening
« Reply #8 on: October 16, 2020, 12:01:21 AM »
Thank you cR, BraSnapper and Shocker for the comments  :heart:

I looked up Quoom and have never seen it before, but that artist is talented and has such wonderful vision.  What other artists do you like?
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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 3 Airport Screening
« Reply #9 on: October 17, 2020, 02:05:33 PM »
Her squeals went to a pitch higher than she ever thought she could emit.  The squicking sounds between her legs were all so humiliating.  Every man could hear it, much to their approvals.  Where was this wetness coming from??  Certainly it couldn't have been coming from her?!  Not here!  Not in this situation!

No, she mustered the thought.  How could this be?  Kylie still couldn't reconcile her current circumstances.  Just a brief moment ago she was getting ready to board a plane.  Her only thoughts at the time, hoping that adjacent passenger wouldn't take up too much room... hoping that the in-flight movie selection was eclectic... hoping that the flight would be void of turbulence.

Instead, she was here... experiencing an entirely unimaginable level of roughness.  Kylie could feel everything, but ten fold.   Her intimate nerve endings fired in overdrive, sensing every single rock hard knuckle as they violated in helical movement.  They intruded with no quarter, plunging with their ceaseless volume at the expense of her tender vaginal walls.  She had no choice but to surrender that space, improperly stretched to the Captain's perverse satisfaction.  He obliged with pure lust, exploring every last inch of her cavity.

At long last his fingertips encroached into her cervix, eliciting delicious wincing moans from the helpless blonde.  The Captain paused a moment to treasure this happening, hoping that this visage would somehow burnish into memory.  He leaned back to take in the exquisite vision, seeing his filthy third world hand completely submerged into this young captive.  And it wasn't any ordinary prisoner, but a blonde blue eyed innocent, vibrant, westerner... one that looked too pure and virtuous to be engaged in such repugnant obscenity such as this.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, to the sounds of vacuum and sluice.  It exited with a most audible pop of distended deflation.  Her hole was no longer that pristine bright pink, but now an infused enflamed crimson.  The labia managed to contract, but remained slightly gaped from the brutal intrusion.  Captain muttered while shaking his sore hand, as if to restore it's circulation from it's rough journey.

"The Captain says he has found no contraband."

Kylie plopped her head back against the chair's headrest, depleted from the exertion but relieved.

"However, Captain has now charged you with seduction of the first degree..."

"What!!!??," Kylie yelled as her eyes went wide.

"Look at all these men, with the unbridled lust you have induced.  Yes, we believe you caused this with a deliberate act.  Perhaps you've come to our country to prostitute to despoil our men??  That is a highly punishable offense..."

"Nooo!! no..no.. I-I just came here to visit... no...," she sobbed in utter disbelief.

She babbled incoherently as Mahmoud wheeled a medical cart towards the Captain and chair.  He seemed a little too enthusiastic, brandishing a pair of alligator clips that glinted under the frightening overhead spotlight.  Simultaneously, the Captain reached out, pinching and rubbing her nipple.  The vulnerable sensitive nub of flesh involuntarily stiffened to her great dismay.

Both men grinned like mischievous schoolboys, releasing the spring loaded serrated clip onto her exposed jutting peak.  She howled madly, shaking her torso with the ludicrous notion of shaking the clamp off.  They repeated the cruelty on her other tit, rendering her into a heaving mess unaccustomed to sharp pain.

Kylie groaned as Mahmoud pulled on a clip, purposely drawing out that firm breast meat into conical fashion.  Here, he attached the end of a wire that snaked to a weighty apparatus sitting at the bottom of the cart.  He relished the act of doing it again, now completing the circuit in C-cup fashion.

The Captain leaned close... close enough to see the scared deer-in-headlights whites of her eyes.  Kylie cowered, wishing she could shrink infinitely into the firm back of the chair.  Every minute nerve was shaking uncontrollably, knowing what was probably coming next, and they hadn't even started yet.  He spoke slowly, the intonation sounding more mocking than questioning, slowly backing away as if the center of the room would soon explode.

"The Captain asks if you confess to the charges."

"N-no... I am not-"

The room was suddenly inundated with squeals and pants.  The shear volume was overwhelming, someone should shut this person up!  But eventually through the haze and fog of electrical current, Kylie realized it was HER disembodied voice.  HER screams and pleas for mercy.



The sizzling pain seemed to bring her into a different world.  This horrid dark curtain of agony had this indescribable weight, her chest feeling suffocated while simultaneously feeling that her breasts would burst open.

The tremors and shakes that grasped her body had a grip everywhere.  Her back continued to arch on it's own, inducing spine tingling ache.  She wondered if her eyes could even roll back further than it already had.


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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 3 Airport Screening
« Reply #10 on: October 17, 2020, 02:48:17 PM »
@Kylie This work of art clearly convicts you also for first class seduction. This is marvelous thank you for sharing your talent.

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 3 Airport Screening
« Reply #11 on: October 18, 2020, 07:24:48 AM »
Oh my!  The only thing more exquisite than the electro-tort is the delicious false pretense that merited it!  Seduction in the first degree.   Brilliant.

There is NO better torture/shame to subject a woman to than one that is designed for them to FAIL right from the get go.   :cage: :gag:

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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 4 Airport Screening
« Reply #12 on: October 19, 2020, 06:10:24 PM »
Thank you @Shocker and @CerealRapist for the comments and the fun PMs.  And thank you @kittyumbrass and @PiperDakota0821 for the faps!  Those keep me motivated to create more chapters.
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« Reply #13 on: October 19, 2020, 06:16:13 PM »
It felt like liquid fiery hell coursed through the solid masses of her breasts.  The indescribable surge seemed to both paralyze and singe all moments of reality.  Kylie's vision seemed to flash.  Touch seemed to burn.  Smell tasted like ozone. 

The Captain flipped the control box on and off, toying with her, watching her heave and flop violently like a fish on land.  Even during "rest" periods, her sizzling body continued to tremor.

How could this be possible, Kylie wondered in agony?

Maybe she's heard of atrocities, but things like that never happen to people like her, right?  Inside her bubble at home, human cruelties were worlds away.  She tried to catch her breath, at these fleeting moments of stillness, knowing that there could only be more.

After another grueling torture session, Yasser continued to press her.

"The words for 'I confess' are 'Om eblem'..."

Kylie shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, mustering all the strength and courage to deny them.  It hurt SO much.  But she couldn't imagine her fate if she were to surrender.  In her mind's eye, what horrors would befall her in this country's prison camps?  Imagine the abuse as a blonde westerner trapped in their clutches, with no amnesty or oversight?  She couldn't fathom that future.  No, she had to hold on!

"Miss Kylie please... reconsider.  A body can only take so much...  No?!  Suit yourself then..."

To the Captain, non-compliance was even better.  His sneering grin never subsided while dialing the device to it's max.  Watching Kylie's sinuous body puppet under his control... well that was divine.  Her fine perspiration soaked tits continued to seize.  They seemed even more spherical now, growing to mouth watering proportion, hardened by the strain of electrification.  The torture and obscenity melded into fervent lust in his aching erect cock.

Watching her tits thrust out from her arching back... hearing her piteous moans and screams that sounded orgasmic... those gorgeous blue eyes pleading with submission... all those sensations were like edging, teasing and oozing with sexuality to be ravished and defiled.  It was all right there, for the plundering.

"The captain says he doesn't need your confession.  He will prove that you are nothing but a whore.  An infidel whore who's sole reason was to prostitute and despoil the finest men of this country.  He will see to it, to prevent your bewitching wiles, to protect his constituents as God is great..."

"Oh!! no... please... no..."

Kylie whimpered as soon as the sloppy bulbous knob made first contact.  She knew this was coming.  Despite resigning herself to this imminent fate, she never felt so helpless steeling herself for such violation.



"Ugggh, ugh...aauuugghh...p-please... Yasser... please tell him to stop... how do I say stop!?"

"Hmm... begging for mercy is never as effective as confession.  But suit yourself.  The word for stop is 'Tolagday'... perhaps some luck and your feminine charm can coax mercy from the Captain..."

"Uhnnn... please stop stop stop... tolgatay... tolagtay...," Kylie began to beg.  That sweet melodious voice was music to his ears.  The Captain continued to brutalize her with all his chair rattling might as the crowd of men cheered in raucous approval.






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Re: Rape Magnet Kylie (Animated Serial): Ch 4 Airport Screening
« Reply #14 on: October 19, 2020, 08:12:08 PM »
Exquisite work, it’s only right that she doesn’t confess to quickly, after all she is innocent. Or at least until you strip the last bit of innocence of her.

 

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