DAY 1
I didn't know where I was. Neither had I a chance to see, as I was blindfolded. My hands and legs were tied up tightly with rope. I screamed for help with all my might but no help arrived. I squirmed, pulled and fought against the unyielding rope in order to free myself. I had already screamed my lungs out. Now my throat was as dry as desert. I tried to remember how I got in there but nothing came. I was clueless. I was confused and terrified beyond imagination. I came to an only conclusion- I have been kidnapped. But, why ? My father was not a famous or rich man. He would not even have enough money to pay whatever ransom they would ask for. He was just a police chief of a small town. May be that was the reason, I thought to myself. Revenge. May be someone kidnapped me to take revenge from him. That would not be uncommon. I knew I am in a shit load of trouble and no one was standing here to help me. None even anyone would know I was rotting here, but I could not stop myself from screaming, "Somebody help!" again and again. After some time I was too exhausted to even move. My head was spinning and it was hard for me to hold on to my consciousness. I don't know when I fainted, or how long I fought and screamed for help before I passed out again on the floor.
Next time when I woke up, it was because of a strong stream of water that was directly hitting my face. My first thought was that someone had found me and he/she was trying to wake me up, but as soon as I smelled the liquid, my views changed. I was shocked when I got a strong smell of urea and I instantly understood what was being spread on my face. Someone was peeing on my face. The mere thought of it would be highly disgusting for anyone. I was repulsed and terrified to find myself a subject of such heinous action. When I opened my mouth to protest, the smelly salty waste entered my mouth, chocking me. My stomach turned and I almost puked. I tried to hide my face, turning it towards the floor and trying to put my arms in front but someone grabbed my arms, making me sit. I was still trying to turn my face when someone, again grabbed my hair and without any warning shoved – which I thought, was his cock – inside my mouth. I was dumbfounded... I had never been more shocked in my life. He started pushing it farther inside until it entered my throat. I was chocking and gagging on it. His hold on my hair tightened and he started fucking my mouth. It hurt a lot, especially because my jaw was not relaxed. My whole body was stiff with shock and growing agony. Not for even one second, my efforts to free myself ceased. He continued his assault in my mouth while I kicked and punched the harmless air in an attempt to free myself. Slowly, my strength started to wane. My hands and legs, which were paining due to the tight rope, became numb and my each and every facial muscle was paining. I could feel the presence of more than two monsters in the room. I could hear their rough breathing- they were hyperventilating and moaning. As my body was turning numb, suddenly my senses were becoming hyperactive. There were three men besides the one who was ravaging my mouth. The monster who was fucking my mouth smelled of stale beer. Though clueless I was, about their identity, he strangely seemed familiar.
I tried to protest again and this time received a hard slap on my left cheek. The blow was so strong, my nose started bleeding and I heard others chuckling. I was appalled. I had no idea, what could anyone do to deserve such vile level of humiliation. Previously, I had the notion that the motive behind kidnapping me is money. Now, I know, I was wrong. They seemed like psychopaths...who brought me here to rape me and kill me. The fear triggered an involuntary movement of my muscles – I started shaking with fear, which they mistook for my pleasure. One of them came from behind and kicked me on my back, making me fall forward. The cock inside my mouth entered further and completely gagged me, while the owner of the cock groaned in pleasure. The demon standing behind me bended down and whispered in my ear, "You are not here to take pleasure, whore."
I was right. I knew this voice. Only I could not identify it. My mind was both hyperactive and dazed, at the same moment. These strangers were familiar.
Suddenly the rock hard cock inside my mouth started to grow bigger and its devilish owner started shaking. Soon warm salty and sticky liquid filled my mouth. It flowed in and spilled out. My whole being, reacted against it. My stomach turned, head swam and I felt puckish again . As I tried to vomit it out, I received a slap directly on my ear.
"How dare you fucking bitch? How dare you vomit out the precious cum of your master? You filthy slut! " The strange yet familiar voice asked.
When he removed his vile cock from my mouth my jaw dropped and unending stream of tears felt from my eyes. I tried to scream at them but nothing came out except load groaning. My voice sounded hoarse – extremely hoarse. I started crying harder. "Shut up! " The same voice ordered and when I didn't, they started kicking me on my face. I could hear others whisper but none spoke up anything except that vile filthy mouthed creature. I could feel my warm blood flowing out from my nose, mouth and ear and soaking the carpet on which I laid still blindfolded and tied.
I had no idea of time, when I woke up again. I had no idea, for how long I was unconscious. I had no idea if they were there, sitting quietly. But, I vaguely understood this was a different part of the house. There was no carpet, but only wet wooden floor that smelled vile. The smell was chocking me. The smell was as unpleasant as the memory which was searing my mind. Anger, fear, frustration – all these were so strong that I could not think of anything else. My tears started flowing again, wetting the cotton cloth, which was covering my eyes. My tears made it almost translucent. I could vaguely see a bit of yellow light just in front of my face. Foolishly, I stretched my both hands and touched it. The burning hot body of the bulb scorched my fingers before I could remove them. God! I did not know, how many devilish devices of torture they had arranged for me. No one keeps a bulb light hanging just few foot above the floor, unless they are planning for an accident. Now, I was afraid to move. Devil knew what they had set up around me.
If I say, I was extremely terrified, that would be an understatement of highest level. All sorts of thoughts and emotions had clouded my mind. And I was physically too weak to put any more stress on my mind. Only, One thing I understood – I was in grave danger and no help would come for me.