{Present Time}
I hear the noises again and I am sure it is two different people and they are very close to me. I try to concentrate on the sounds to bring me in touch with my current reality. As I focus, my mind begins to realize that I don't think these are good sounds. A woman whimpers and muffled coughs stagger in between. A man sounds like he is in the throws of passion and that's when I know what I am hearing. I get my eyes open and I focus on becoming aware and present. The fear of what I will see when I turn my head, is confirmed when I do.
That freaking insane freak is raping the poor woman laying beside me on the thin mattress. They don't see me looking towards them, both being lost in their own worlds right then. I must have made a noise, because they both turned to look at me and her eyes shot wide open with even more fear than what was already there before.
He is the only one who can verbalize his thoughts, being that we are both bound and taped. His toys that are helpless against his strength and witt.
"I told you a friend would be joining us. Olivia, Morgan. Morgan, Olivia. There, now we are all old friends. You two ladies have a lot in common. I will fill you in as we hang out together. We are all going to be great friends and have loads of fun!
I look at the woman's face and her brown eyes seem to beg me for help while trying to not show any emotion to the beast on top of her. I try to use my eyes to tell her how sorry I am. If only I had been more obedient to him, she might not be in this mess.
I want to close my eyes and go somewhere in my mind when his right hand moves from this woman to my body, his hand runs up my leg and he begins touching me in the warmth of my sex. I try to pull away, but he violently rams fingers inside and she whimpers in protest at his actions.
"Olivia, you don't get to say anything to me about this, because it's all your fault! If you hadn't broke free and turned me in, I wouldn't havta torture this poor woman like this," he spews at her. His fingers thrust inside me and he thrusts inside her in opposite rhythm.
He speaks again, "Morgan, look over here, Sweety. I wanna show you something." I look towards him, fearing the punishment if I disobey again. I look into his eyes.
"Look at her left boob. Look near the middle and see what you see." Again, I comply as he continues his double assault on us. I see an area that looks slightly discolored and weird shaped. It's hard to figure it out at first with the movements created by his attack. As I focus on what I am seeing, the realization is written all over my face and my eyes bounce between her face and his.
"That's right! Yours will look just like hers in almost a year. That's how long ago I gave it to her and it has healed nicely, don't cha think? And she has a boyfriend that she is fucking again, so don't you worry your red little head about anything."
I close my eyes against the thoughts bombarding my head and I turn away and face the ceiling.
{Flashback}
I must have passed out again, because I am now on a mattress in the middle of the wide open room surrounding me. My hands are bound over my head and I pull, trying to work loose while I focus out of the dark goo invading me. My mouth is taped. The straps of the dress are in proper place once again. My ankles are taped together and my shoes are long gone, but I have no idea where I might have lost them and I know it doesn't matter, but it gives my mind something to focus on.
I can hear him breathing next to me and I feel his breath on my left cheek. I subconsciously pull away from him, in vain. His left arm goes across my waist quickly before I can react and he pulls me close to him. I whimper and squeeze my eyes tight, not wanting to be here in this place, with him and his sick perverted ideas.
"Ready for more fun, Darlin'? I got so much planned for us. Now, first thing you are gunna do is have some more pills and scotch. Understand?" I nod. "Good, now after that we're gunna have some play time." I whimper without meaning to. Hold it together, Morgan! Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing how this is all effecting you. Be strong!
The tape is pulled away and he just looks at me and I know what he wants, so I oblige. He drops the pills in and then I hungrily suck the brown stuff down, hoping the combination will help me avoid, as much as possible, the torture that seems to be coming my way very soon. If he is going to do things to me, then why not be drunk and drugged. He laughs hard at my eagerness.
"Good girl. Now let me show you what is next." He sits up and bends his right knee, leaving the left straight. From beside him, he produces a small gas-powered hand-held blow torch and a key held by pliers. The click and rush of fueled fire are intimidating enough, but then he holds the key over the flame and watches my reactions as the key heats, turning red. The torch clicks off and the glowing thing is getting closer to my breast and I cannot move away because he straddles my torso now. NO!
I try to scream but the tape stops me and the unnatural intrusion to my tender skin is causing a sound and smell I will never forget!
He gets himself laid out on top of me now and I fight the urge to puke. I can feel his hardened tool against my pubic bone and I feel certain of what is coming next. SHIT, I'm right! His hand pulls and grabs at my clothes and body. His knees push into my thighs and he is between my legs. My taped ankles hurt from the pressure. His left hand moves lower and begins to dig around our crotches. Moving around my panties to my lady parts; inside and out, over and over. He then undoes his button and zipper. I battle against him and this next action, but I am useless and weak as he enters me. He is much larger than I am used to and I tear from his girth and length and the lack of lubrication.
He triumphs in his conquest and he pinches and twists and bites me as he jams deeper,
"Open up for me, Baby. More. Oh my God you're so tight! Been a long time, has it? You a fuckin' prude or somethin'? Don't you put out? Oh God, who cares! 'Cause now I get this tight pussy. Holy shit! Oh fuck yeah! Oh shit, you're gunna make me cum fast," he pants and moans as he releases his hold, climaxing, pushing deeper inside me with the last few plunges.
Flopping down on me, he is spent and I am crying. I cannot breath with his weight on me and the emotional turmoil from the forced act. He seems to sense it and rubs his face into my throat causing even more restriction to my breathing. I begin to fade out and suddenly he pulls off and out of me. My body gasps to fill the lungs with precious oxygen. He is replacing his clothes and then he swigs the drink again. He walks over to the same area he has been going this whole time and I fear what he will bring over this time.
Dammit, I am right again! He wields a ball-peen hammer and he spins it playfully in his hand as he circles my body and the 'pad' I lay on. He grins pure evil at me and I am to afraid to look away. I lay there shivering from fright and shock. He begins speaking and I stare with trepidation into his eyes as he talks,
"The fuckin' pig broke my fucking kneecap, so I'm gunna break yours!" and he raises his armed hand high into the air. With perfect precision, it finds its mark.
Then while I writhe, he flips it in his hand and gets on all fours and uses the handle to assault me vaginally.
I do not suffer the pain for long before the blackness takes me away to a better place, far away from that inhumane pain.