Yes I know I am sick and twisted so please no messages on how of a horrible person I am for constructing this extreme BDSM story. Yes I realize this is rape, but I promise the story has a happy ending so if your into the plot (or you are just in it for reading porn), stay tuned. Updates every friday. I appreciate your reviews on the writing style and how i could better myself, no negative criticism please, only your opinion on how i could write better. Thank you :*

Chapter 5

The wish to become invisible did not come true. Within hours of talking to Analia I was taken from my cell again and brought to a similar room, lined with girls, a guard in the corner, a showroom for the males.

I'm dressed in nothing but a black rhinestone bra and underwear. My hair is naturally curly, so no one styled it. All the other girls are dressed in lingerie too, only in different colors and styles. Hopefully that effect's the assholes choices in who they pick and hopefully I'm not on the wrong end of that choice.

The new customer is more careful than the last. The guard turns each on of us. I am first, then on down the line until each one of us is paraded around like livestock. A select few are paraded a second time, myself included, and I begin to worry. In the end it will be one of us that will be led out of the comfort of their cell. All of these other girls probably know the horror all too well, but the fear of what to expect is almost worse in a way.

Everything is silent, and I worry but then think that it wouldn't be possible for me to be chosen. My breasts are not as big as some of the other girls, my waist not perfectly shaped. I am thin, but it is evident that I am still slightly malnourished. Although I have eaten all the meals given to me since I was starving before, I still have not gained weight in the last week that I have been here.

I know the time will come any second that one of us will be chosen. The guard receives the message and leaves his post in the corner in the room and walks toward all of us. He stands in the middle, and a command is given again. He starts down my way and the girl next to me gasps, trying not to be afraid, but she has nothing to fear. The guards eyes are on me, I am chosen. I am next.

The guard grabs me and pulls me out of the room. I am led into the top room where the customer is and see his face for the first time. He is a tall dark haired male, olive colored skin, and sharp facial features. He has a devilish grin and eyes that burn through my soul.

I am fearful of what this man may do to me, I only hope that I am not with him for long. I know they can rent women out for as long as they please, and I certainly don't want to be with this man for one minute, let alone for hours or days.

The guard pushes me roughly over in his direction. I squeal, frightened, and almost crash into the customer. The situation becomes even more real and I feel tears coming on, but hold them back when I remember what Analia had told me.

"Oh we got a squealer here do we? I like the one's that make noise," the customer says, grabbing a fistful of my hair and looking at it. "Come on, let's go home."

"Just a minute sir," a man standing beside the customer says. "I need you to sign some paperwork first. Just the usual stuff, you should be well used to it by now."

"Oh yes of course. I completely forgot, where are my manners. Yes let's slip into your office and I'll sign. Uh why don't you have some of the boys help her put on something a little more warm. It is chilly outside, I wouldn't want her to catch a cold."

"Yes of course Mr. Paisley," the other man says, I can only guess that he is a manager or the owner of the establishment, something higher up than a guard for sure.

The two leave and I am pushed into a room by the guard and given clothes to change into. A red lace dress that I'm sure has been worn countless times, a fake diamond necklace and a shawl to drape over my shoulders to keep the cold away.

I get dressed, there's really no other option, no way out, I just have to comply. I knock and the guard unlocks the dressing room door. He binds my wrists once more and takes me to the entrance of the building where my customer is waiting. They make the trade off and am I forced into the hands of Mr. Paisely, a man whom I have no idea who he is or what he is like.

I'm taken to a black car and Mr. Paisley helps me into the backseat before getting in himself. There is a driver in the front seat, but he is only a shadow. Covered by a sheet of blacked glass, i cannot see him.

Mr. Paisely presses a button and speaks. "Mr. Gunt, Fifth avenue please," and with that the car roars off down the road at a moderate place. I had never been in one before, not since my ride in that terrible van that brought me into this life. We take several turns, although I can't see anything through the blackened glass that replaces windows.

"Mmm, finally alone," Mr. Paisley says and then scoots closer, putting his hand on my upper thigh and squeezing. I want to scream but I have to keep what Analie said in mind.

'Pretend, pretend, pretend,' I tell myself as he slides his hand up my dress and cups my sex. He tilts his head and plants rough harsh kisses on my neck. I swallow my stress and try to imagine how to act like I enjoy it. How does one act when someone is doing something to them that is unwanted?

I start breathing heavy out of stress, but Mr. Paisely seems to like it, so I try to relax as much as possible and keep up my deep breathing. He scoots even closer and bites my earlobe. The feeling leaves a pain in my stomach. Groaning, I remember Mr. Paisley said he liked the ones that make noise. I moan softly to see what his reaction is.

He takes his lips off my neck and faces me, "whoa, slow down baby, we're not even there yet," he grins. I try to swallow the bile that collects in my throat. The car suddenly comes to a stop and the driver announces that we have reached Fifth Avenue.

"Guess I spoke too soon," Mr. Paisley announces as the driver steps out of the car and opens the door for the both of us to exit the vehicle. Mr. Paisley exits first and then assists me in getting out since my hands are still bound.

"Now for some fun," he whispers into my ear as we ascend the steps into a rather large building. I always thought these were businesses, but upon closer inspection I see that there are hallways with doors every few feet. Mr. Paisley escorts me into an elevator and we ascend onto the fifteenth floor of thirty two. The elevator dings and he pushes me out and to the right. This floor is nothing but a hallway of doors as well. I am led down the hall, almost to the end, and then I am stopped by a door that is marked #798.

Mr. Paisley produces a key and opens the door, inside is a beautiful living space with all sorts of weird decorations made of wood, metal, and other materials. I barely have time to awe at the strange decorations before Mr. Paisley slams me into the freshly closed door, kissing me hard. His slithering slimy tongue in my mouth. I try my best to do what I think girls would do if some horrible being was shoving his tongue down your throat. I let my tongue squirm around his and sigh. He responds with a groan and presses against me.

I can feel a hard bulge ramming into my stomach, his growing erection no doubt. He breaks away briefly to produce a knife from his pocket and cut the tie on my wrists. I rub them with my fingertips, and try my best not to hit him since I am now free.

"Come with me," he says and takes my hand and leads me down a hallway covered in pictures. He leads me into a room to the left of the hallway and pushes me in. Inside is a bed and a dresser, a closet and another door cracked open enough for me to see that it has a toilet and a sink in it. A bathroom.

Mr. Paisley grabs my hair and yanks me over to the bed. He gives me another kiss and then pushes me onto it. He stands over me, undressing. His shirt comes off, then his pants, everything until he is left in nothing but boxers. His length more visible now. He runs his fingers up my dress and parts my legs. He feels all the way up to my sex and parts the thin layer of silk that are my panties to the side. He runs his fingers up and down my lips and then puts one inside me. The unfamiliar feeling of something foreign is unpleasant.

He curls his finger and I swear his nail scrapes my insides. I moan from the sharp pain and he takes it as pleasure. He does it again and when I grit my teeth he takes his finger out and then in a matter of seconds he inserts three at once. I yell at the pinching feeling that resonates in my groin.

"You like that baby?" he says and pulls back and trusts them in further. I groan again, he seems to like it, and it helps me with the pain.

"Ah," I exclaim as he quickens the pace. He does this and then curls his fingers upwards and I swear I'm going to pass out. Just when I can't take it anymore he pulls out his fingers. They're covered in blood.

Mr. Paisely looks up at me with a lustful look, "A virgin? Damn, I knew there was a reason my cock twitched when I had that idiot guard parade your ass around. Oh I'm going to enjoy being your first." He wipes his blood covered fingers on his boxers and then takes them off before turning his attention to my dress.

"Let's get that off of you," he says and starts sliding it up. He has me stand up and slips it off over my head. I try not to panic as he lays me back down on the bed. He straddles my legs, and runs his nose along my sex, inhaling deeply.

"hmmm, you smell so...intoxicating," he breaths. "I'm going to enjoy taking you. " He runs his tongue up my lips and into a sensitive part of me. I groan and he repeatedly flicks his tongue over that sensitive spot. I can feel his saliva wetting my lower lips as he keeps flicking his tongue. I moan and he turns his attention to a different area, just outside my opening.

He licks and sucks and then inserts two fingers and pounds away inside me. I have just about reached the point where I am about to scream from terror when he stops and climbs on top of me and kisses my neck, then my lips. I can taste myself on him.

"Ready?" he says, and before i have the chance to answer he grabs his length and runs it along my lips before slamming into me. I yell, and he twitches inside me.

"ARGH," he groans and starts to move. I can't do anything but lay there and wait for it to be over as he pounds into me merclessly. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to find a breathing technique that calms the pain. He quickens the pace, going faster and faster. I don't know how long this lasts until he shoves his length into me one more time with a final cry and then finishes.

Immediately he is off of me, panting on the bed beside me. He recovers in a matter of minutes, while I lie there and try not to weep. He looks over to me, his lustful look fading. "Wow, you. were. tight." he says and gets off the bed. "I think that's the tightest I've ever fucked." I don't reply to him as I try to get some composure. I don't get the chance though.

Mr. Paisley rises from the bed, takes my hand and helps me up as well. "I will have to have your services again sometime, but for now, I must take you back, our hour is nearly up." He helps me up and slides my dress back on, then takes a tie and binds my wrists once more. He gingerly fixes my hair and puts it up, then leads me back out to the black car and takes me back to the facility.

This is my new life. This is how I will live.