Again I did not steal this story from terror in words, because I am her, I was just forced to get another account.

"Regular talking"
"Thinking"

Warning- Rape, Swearing.

My Master, my savior

Just try and see through the invisible line separating me from others

I didn't fully comprehend my loss of clothing until the cold of the late October night hit my feverish body. The men had torn off my sorry excuse for clothing and had scattered them haphazardly around the vacant lot.

I closed my eyes as one of the men holding me down put their entire weight on me to make it clear I wouldn't be escaping.

"Gods, what are these guys made of, 'cause it sure ain't muscle!" So my attempt at humor in a time like this was kind of wasted because of the inevitable, but you can't blame a soon-to-be-rape-victim for trying.

I was brought of my mind…regrettably….when something slimy and semi-hard was shoved down my reluctant mouth. My first thought was to clamp down on the object and tear into it, but as soon as my teeth grazed the flesh a hand was in my hair, yanking my head up painfully to meet an angry set of molten colored eyes.

"Don't even think about it blonde. One more move like that and I'll personally cut your tongue out." He growled closely to my face, giving me a good whiff of the booze he had drowned before our encounter.

"Hmmmmm, he made a good argument." I thought sarcastically in my head.

So I made my jaw as slack as I could as the man shoved his prick deeper into my throat. At first it wasn't that hard, considering the guy didn't have 5 inches on himself even with it standing at attention, but as he got deeper he hit the gag reflex, which in turn made me clamp down harder on the invading object. He loved it. This only made me despise this guy that much more.

Movement from my back side drew my attention back to the men I hadn't yet had the pleasure of talking to. Since my head was forced forward I couldn't really look behind me. So instead I closed my eyes and heightened my senses.

I felt two different hands on my rear end. One was bigger and rougher while the other was smaller and not as well accustomed to hard work. These hands were busy roving my back, butt and thighs. Their hands occasionally brushed against my lax member, but in my state I was nowhere near hard.

I let out a strangled gasp around the dick in my mouth as the softer hand latched itself onto one of my nipples. The sensation spread through my body like electricity through a toaster oven. My gasp was received by the men's member's and not their ears.

The hands with a little more wear to them were stationed over my thighs. Not really touching, but close enough for my skin to feel the heat coming off of them. I whimpered as another tug of my now pert nipple sent pleasure down my spine and along the bulging vein in my member.

Try as I might I couldn't keep myself from reacting from this harsh treatment. My mind and body were at war with each other and I couldn't help but side with my body more than my mind.

I was in my own little battle inside my mind and I was sad to say my body was winning. It just felt so good. Like I was being swallowed in the most expensive cotton money could buy. I was neither too hot nor too cold the right blend of the two that made me shiver.

But I couldn't and wouldn't enjoy it fully. I still desperately clung to the one piece of normality I had left in my lust induced mind. It wasn't working in my favor.

Pain shot up my spine as something was inserted into my puckered hole. It wasn't big but it just didn't feel right in its current position. I shudder slightly as they just sat there in my backside. Not pleasuring me nor were they hurting me anymore. I chanced it and turned slightly, straining my eyes, so the dick in my mouth wouldn't slip out. The man with the softer hands had shoved two fingers up my ass and instead of moving his fingers he was just sitting there, jerking himself off.

When his eye caught he smirked at me before pulling his fingers out almost the whole way before slamming them back in. This caused me to scream, but the sound never can full force from my mouth seeing as it was occupied with the meaty organ in there.

The pervert with his prick shoved down my throat just moaned as my scream sent vibrations down his member. If only I weren't too scared of what he would do, I'd bite his puny motherfucking dick in half! But being me, I'd probably get it stuck half way down my throat.

I was brought out of my sick plot for revenge when a mouth clamped over my once limp member. It reacted faster than my brain could stop. My first threesome or any some for that matter and I was the uke. Lucky me. (Note my obvious sarcasm)

As I was pounded into from behind and assaulted from the front and bottom I could only loose myself in the sensations. The blood pouring out of my unprepared hole helped lubricate the dick relentlessly diving into me, if only a little.

Don't get me wrong. I still considered this rape in every shape and form. But me, enjoying it, seeing as I wasn't getting away any time soon, wasn't going to hurt me any more than already possible.

It wasn't long before the oaf with his Twinkie toy in my mouth came, not before thrusting his erection the whole way in so when he did come I was given the choice of chocking and dying on his semen, or swallowing it. Even if I wasn't gonna be around when someone eventually found me, I didn't want the Autopicy report reading "Death by suffocation by semen,"

Even in death a person still needed one's dignity.

So I swallowed the foul tasting and feeling residue until it was all gone and the man pulled his deflated winky out of me.

But instead of deflecting to the sidelines he got down on his back with his face, facing me and pushed himself under my body like a car man would do with a car. I felt the soft man's mouth leave my leaking appendage and the creep who had slid under me, take it in his mouth.

Then the man who had been demouted from his duties brought his prick up my right side and started rubbing up against it.

A chorus of moan's and pant's is what filled the air for the next several minutes….hours …I wasn't really sure how much time had really past.

When the men around me did finally come though, I gave a sigh of relief, at least now knew it was over.

With a few final kicks and punches, with all the strength their energy ridden bodies could muster, they dropped me behind a black sports car.

I couldn't help but the notice the car looked expensive and well maintained. Funny, the things you tend to notice before you die. At least that's what I thought was going to happen, there was still the chance of someone finding me…but I doubted it.

So I was left here,

Possibly to die here,

And as the first drops of rain fell from the bloated clouds up above,

I couldn't help but welcome death with a knock to his door.

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