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Two months ago I moved in with my older sister, Melanie, who lives here in Seattle. It’s been great living with her and feeling like I finally have a normal life. It wasn’t always like this for me. I had gotten myself into the wrong crowd through my ex-boyfriend whom I thought I was in love with. I found out the hard way that he didn’t give two shits about me or what happened to me.
I grew up originally in a small little suburb of San Diego in southern California. I had led a pretty innocent sheltered life growing up with my big sis until she got married and moved away to Seattle. I missed her incredibly and became very depressed. Melanie and I did everything together, from babysitting the neighborhood kids to working at the same little burger joint. But when she turned 19, she met Dave and it’s the classic story of them falling in love and living happily ever after, except I was left behind. You’re probably wondering but what about my parents? Yes, I had parents, but Melanie and I rarely ever saw them because they were both workaholics. Melanie and I were used to taking care of each other.
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After Melanie and Dave got married and moved away, I started to frequent some of the local teen dances so I could try to make new friends. These were non alcoholic dances, but it didn’t stop some of the guys from trying to slip some in past security. This is where I met Brad. He was kind of cute, and had a sexy body and I thought he was more my age. After hanging out a few weekends together, I fell for Brad hard. I thought it was so cool that he had his own place, not knowing that he was actually thirty years old, he just looked young for his age.
I sank into drinking and smoking and soon enough Brad introduced me to smoking weed now and then. I moved in with Brad and felt like a grown up living in ‘our’ apartment, even if the apartment was disgusting and we lived in a real bad part of town, but we were making our own decisions, paying our bills, etc. After I moved in, I quickly found out how Brad paid the rent. Brad was the local drug dealer! Brad had ‘customers’ coming and going constantly through our apartment, day and night. We never seemed to have any privacy.
One night, things took a downward spiral for Brad. He got stuck with several thousand dollars worth of high grade cocaine, and somehow he ended up in a stolen car. The cops crossed his path and ran his plates and of course they came up ‘hot’ which meant the car was stolen. They flipped on their lights and siren and proceeded to chase Brad through town. Brad was pretty slick and he managed to bail out of the car, leaving the drugs behind and he disappeared into the night.
Unfortunately, he had no where to turn and had a lot of explaining to do to his suppliers. They were furious at the events of the night, loosing thousands of dollars. The leader, Tony nodded to a few of his goons and Brad was taught a very important and valuable lesson as they beat the living shit out of him until he was reduced to a bloody pulp Never, ever leave the drugs/money behind, EVER! They gave him twenty four hours to come up with the money he now owed them. That is where Brad’s problem then became my problem.
I waited up for Brad to come home that night. I knew the cops were out looking for him and that his drug deal had gone bad and that he had to answer to Tony. Brad never came home that night. In fact I never laid eyes on Brad ever again after that day. I had finally drifted off to sleep and woke a few hours later and quickly got ready for my job waitressing at the little eatery a few blocks away. I adjusted my short little waitress uniform as I glanced in the mirror and grabbed my purse. I locked the door to the apartment and made my way to my car in the parking lot, when a dark plain van suddenly pulled up behind me. I was quickly grabbed from behind and had a gag stuffed into my mouth and a dark sack thrown over my head. I tried to kick and fight my attackers but I was too small and light to be any threat to these guys. I could feel two big muscular guys pick me up and toss brutally into the trunk of a very large car. I tried to sit up but was quickly greeted with a swift blow to my ribs forcing me into a ball, curled up writhing in pain on the trunk floor. I knew in my gut that these guys meant business and that I was about to suffer for Brad’s huge fuck up.
My mouth was dry from fear and also the rough dirty rag that was stuffed into my mouth. Tears flowed down my cheeks, soaking the sack that was snugly wrapped around my head. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would beat right out of my chest. I could feel the pain spread through my ribs from the brutal blow I was just dealt knowing that they may have just cracked a rib. I tried to lay as still as possible when one of the guys told me that if I dared to even make a sound they would take great pleasure in shooting me in the head. I froze in fear and dared not make a single peep. Then I heard the trunk slammed shut, and the car started and we began our long drive.
I could tell by the direction we were heading north out of town. After an hour I could tell we had pulled off the highway into a dirt gravel road. By this point I seriously began to wonder if I was ever going to make it out alive and see my sister every again. Tears once more steamed down my mascara and tear stained face. I few large loud sobs escaped and wracked my bruised ribs but fearing I would be shot in the head at any second, I quickly forced my sobs down and regained my composure.
The car finally came to as stop almost an hour and a half later. The trunk flew open and I was roughly pulled out and dragged over a dirt path by my hair that poked out from under the sack over my head and shoved up a couple creaky wooden steps. I tripped and stumbled several times as I could not see a damn thing. I could hear several more male voices surrounding me as well as the three that had grabbed me from my apartment.
I was shoved hard onto a wooden chair and had my arms pulled tight behind me and I felt the ropes biting into my wrists as they tied them tightly. Then they grabbed my legs and forcefully thrust them open and tied my ankles to the chair legs. The roped were bristly and rough and chafed my bare skin. The sack was then removed from my head and I squinted and tried to shield my eyes from glaring bare light bulb that hung just a few inches from my face.
Tony stepped in front of me, and brutally gripped my face in his hand and squeezed until I cried out through the gag stuffed into my mouth. He then spoke, “Ok Mallory, where the fuck is your lover boy Brad? He owes me a shit load of money and seems you are the only one that might know where he might be. You better tell me everything you know cunt, or I will have to kill you!” Fear filled my eyes as they grew as large as saucers, and shook my head vigorously trying to tell Tony I had no idea where Brad had gone.
He yanked the gag from my mouth and I begged and pleaded with him not to kill me, but that I didn’t know where Brad was. He raised his hand and swung hard across my face. Immediately I tasted blood as his blow split my lip open. I screamed in pain and felt my face begin to swell. He didn’t believe me at all, he was convinced I had to know where Brad was since I was his girlfriend. I again told them I had no idea and that I had not heard from Brad since he left to make his deal. Again I felt a brutal blow across the back of my head. I saw flashing stars from the force of the blow. Over the next hour Tony and a couple of his goons beat the tar out of me, until I was unconscious and bleeding bound to the chair. Tony had finally come to the realization that I had been telling the truth and had no clue where Brad was.
When I came to, I overheard them talking how they were going to get rid of me by cutting me up into tiny pieces and dumping me into the ocean. I became frantic, and begged and pleaded with them once again not to kill me and that I would do anything they wanted. Tony leered at me with a horrible evil lustful look and it made me cringe knowing I was in for more hell. He walked over to me, and cut the ropes off with his knife and yanked me by my hair and tossed me onto a filthy mattress. He threw my legs open and held the knife to my throat and reminded me that I said I would do anything as he tore my thin cotton panties off my legs. He told the other two standing there to hold me down as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock.
My eyes grew with fear when I saw it. It had to be at least 5 inches in circumference and 10 inches long. I began to struggle pleading with him not to rape me as he would surely kill me with that. Without a word he rammed his beast hard into my tight pussy with all his might. I was dry from fear and dehydration; he was only able to get 3 inches of his rod into my hole. He pulled back and spit on my pussy and rubbed his cock around making it nice and wet and without warning he slammed full and hard into me forcing the loudest scream from me. With so much force, I felt the tip of his cock force its way up into my cervix. My pussy was so stretched by his monster cock, I felt the skin tear as he pumped furiously into me for the next 15 minutes.
The other two tore away my uniform and gripped, pinched and slapped my tits until they bruised as Tony brutally raped me. I laid there crying and screaming in pain the entire rape and begged him not to cum inside me as I wasn’t on any birth control and didn’t want to get pregnant. He sneered and said that was even better to get me knocked up with his bastard child. One final brutal thrust and he shot one large spurt after the other deep inside my torn pussy. I could feel the heat in my belly as his sperm spread though my womb. He then told the others that they could now use me anyway they wanted.
Over the next several days, I was brutally raped over and over. They even found a dog collar and secured it around my throat, and kept me secured by a chain to a metal cot that was in the centre of the living room. There were half a dozen or so really dirty scruffy unkempt men that came in every day and gang rapped me. They also forced me to eat out of a dog bowl on the floor as if I was their pet dog. I was past humiliation. When I asked to use the bathroom, they just tossed a 5 gallon plastic bucket at me and said use that.
The third day into my captivity was the most horrifying when one of the men yanked me up by my chain while three of the others held me tight as he shaved off all my beautiful brown hair. I cried hysterically as I watched my hair fall in huge chunks to the floor. Then they strapped me down to the metal cot and proceeded to burn me all over with cigarette butts. They took great pleasure in giving me intense pain until I passed out. When I came to, I was face down spread eagle on the cot. I felt the most intense searing pain into my gut when I realized Tony was deep inside my ass with his huge monster cock. I had never had anal sex before until that moment. I could feel my asshole was torn and bleeding as he plowed harder and deeper into my bowels. I let out a blood curdling scream as he shot his hot searing load onto my ravaged dark tunnel. I passed out once again.
When I awoke again, I had two cocks fucking every hole brutally and several stood around me jerking their cock off. One by one they all came filling me with more cum and then coating me in it and leaving me there. This was in exchange for either a blanket or food or water. From that rape on I had a cock in my ass and pussy with each rape after.
Word soon got out that Tony had a sex slave, and I became the treat for many drug dealers as they came to the house to make their deals. I lost track of all time and how many guys had fucked me. The mattress was coated with so much dried cum and I couldn’t even stand the smell of myself. I smelled of dead fish. For days these men had me doing the most disgusting and degrading sex acts. I had no choice if I wanted to stay alive.
One afternoon, one of the dealers was left alone with me while the others went to pick up a huge shipment. He had been there before earlier but said he was in a hurry and couldn’t stay to fuck me. He felt sorry for me and talked calmly to me as he removed my collar and chains and asked me if I would like to have a shower. I nodded yes as he led me carefully into the shower. I had difficulty walking from being brutally raped for days. He said he would make me something to eat while he gave me privacy to shower. I showered quickly, scrubbing off days of cum from my body. I grabbed a small towel that just barely covered me and left the water running. There was a small window just above the toilet. I let out a huge sigh of relief when I found it was unlocked. Very quietly I opened the window and slipped out.
I ran as fast as I could through the wooded area until I came to the nearest house and banged on their door. An elderly man opened the door to find me standing there in just a skimpy towel, battered and bruised. I begged him to let me in as I explained I had been kidnapped and raped for days. His wife came up behind him, seeing my condition, urged me to come in immediately. They gave me some fresh clean clothes to put on, it was a little big but I didn’t care. I just wanted to go home. I called a friend and told her what had happened to me, and asked her if she could pick me up. The elderly couple wanted to call the police, but I begged them not to as I was petrified these guys would find me again and kill me.
Two hours later my friend picked me up and took me back to her place and nursed me back to health. I did not leave her apartment for months until all my wounds healed and my hair finally started to grow back in.
Now I live with my sister Melanie and I even went back to school. I applied to the local college and was accepted. I am so happy to be alive and life couldn’t be better. I never did hear from Brad ever again, but that’s ok, because now I am dating this really nice guy from college. We have been experimenting with rough sex and BDSM. Even though I still have nightmares from my experience, when I wake up from my nightmares my pussy is sopping wet!
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