I woke up sometime later in a dark room. I don't know how much time had gone by since I was sitting on the couch. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move. I tried to bring my hand to my face to rub the sleepiness away, only to find that my hand was tied up. I stretched my fingers out, touching some sort of pole or post. I stretched out the fingers on my other hand, feeling the same thing. I looked up, only then realizing I must be on a bed. I was so out of it that I couldn't even tell I was lying down? What the hell had happened to me? I tried to move my legs, but felt the strain on each ankle telling me I was completely tied up. My heart started hammering in my chest again, making me lightheaded.
I don't know how long I lay there, struggling feebly against my restraints, but after a while, the guys showed up. They flipped the switch, turning on an overhead light. They both wore smug smiles on their faces and I could smell the reek of alcohol emanating from them. It was so strong, I wanted to gag. Window-Knocker came over and knelt on the bed, looking down at me. He didn't say anything as he took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"What – What are you doing?" I managed to stammer out.
He grimaced at the sound of my voice, taking the handkerchief and tying it around my head, gagging me with it. He turned to look at his friend, beckoning him over with a nod of his head. I looked from one to the other, pulling on my restraints harder. The first time I'd felt scared since Tyler had come at me, and I was completely helpless here. I should have been crying, I knew, but instead, I was just watching them. The friend handed Window-Knocker a knife. My mouth went dry; I just knew they were about to kill me. Instead, to my relief, all he did was cut my clothes off.
He started at my collar, holding the material taught as he ran the blade down, flaying open my shirt. He slipped the blade between my breasts and with a simple flick of his blade, my bra fell open exposing me. He paused in his ministrations, licking his lips while he cupped one breast in his hand. I must have let out a whimper because he raised his hand and backhanded me. I tasted blood in my throat as I held my head to the side so I couldn't see him. He moved down the bed, his blade making quick work of my jeans and panties. Friend came over and pulled the ruined clothes out from under me, jerking me to the side as he pulled them roughly.
Window-Knocker sat down by my feet, looking at me. I slowly turned my head to stare down at him. It didn't really feel like it was happening to me; it felt more like a horrible nightmare or a really bad movie. He was running his thumb and fingers along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee and moving back towards my ankle. If I could've flinch, I would have, but he was sitting on the rope in such a manner my leg couldn't move at all.
It was hotter than hell in this room but I was shivering.
Friend came over and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He was staring at me, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
The handkerchief in my mouth was leaving a horrid taste in my throat, mixed with my blood as I lay there. My mind had shut down by this time, I was just watching, like a spectator.
Window-Knocker must have been the one in charge here because he made the first move. He scooted closer to my waist, reaching for my breasts. He seemed to enjoy that he could pinch my nipples hard enough to turn them purple and make me grunt in pain. I saw Friend, behind him. He was massaging my calf in time with his hand on his crotch. I shook my head in disgust, turning my attention to the ceiling. That obviously wasn't in their plans because Window-Knocker backhanded me again and screamed that I needed to watch what they did, that I was being schooled on how to survive with them. I nodded my head slightly and he seemed to take that as acceptance.
Window-Knocker stood up, unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He wasn't wearing any boxers or underwear of any kind and his cock was already standing at attention. "How the hell could this turn anyone on?" was my only thought. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned down, one hand on the bed beside my chest. He was looking down at his cock, his hand stroking himself, as his eyes roamed over my body in its prone position. I could tell the moment he decided to move. I ground my teeth together through the handkerchief as I felt him shove his way inside me. He brought up his other hand so that I was surrounded by him. He looked down at me, a smile of self-satisfaction across his face. I never wanted to kill someone as badly in my life as I did right then and there, but I was helpless. He kept thrusting, my body reacting of its own accord. The fact that I was getting wet and my hips jerked in response to him made him move even faster. He dipped his head to my shoulder; he must have been hell-bent on getting off because within just a few minutes he spilled his seed inside me and rolled off of me. I couldn't even cry – I was raging on the inside.
I could imagine myself taking the bed post and ramming it up his ass and out his throat, laughing while I did it. I was so intent on this mental image, I didn't even see Friend assume the position atop me until it was too late. I grunted out in pain as he rammed himself inside me and bit down on my breast in one motion. He lasted longer than Window-Knocker and by the time he was finished, I had blood all over my breasts from his bites. Window-Knocker was off to the side, watching. I could tell that the site of my blood made him happy, very happy. He was hard again. He pulled off his shirt as he came back to the bed.
It was like this for….I don't even know how long. They took breaks every now and then, but usually just long enough to go smoke or get something to eat. By the time either one of them thought to bring me something to drink and eat, I could tell I had been severely weakened. It had to have been days that I was tied down like that, abused and starved. They untied me to let me sit up and eat. They actually had to feed me like I was a baby. My mind argued that this was more embarrassing than being used like a sex doll. They propped me against the headboard while they stepped out of the room. If I'd had the strength I would have tried to run, but the muscles in my legs were too weak. I couldn't move them at all at this point. Eventually, they came back in. The smirks on their faces told me something was up. The walked to the bed, telling me they wanted to do something new. Turns out, that meant they were going to tie me up in a different position. They piled pillows in the middle of the bed, tying me up face-down so my ass was in the air. They were at least kind enough to ensure that I wouldn't suffocate, by getting a smaller pillow for my head. Then it all started again.
I would squeeze my eyes shut – and get hit for it. They wanted me watching. They wanted me moaning like I enjoyed what they were doing to me. After a while, I did. Then something truly horrible happened. I started my period. Neither one of them wanted to touch me.
They didn't even leave the room when they discussed how to work around the problem. Cauterization, like a wound was the best course of action they could think of. I wanted to laugh. I would have laughed, except they were serious. Friend came back in with a metal shaft. I don't know what it was from, but they both agreed it was a good choice. They left the room at this point, only to come back some time later, the metal shaft in Window-Knocker's gloved hand. The end of the metal shaft was red with heat. Panic set in, I couldn't move but I fought against the ropes, feeling them digging in and rubbing away the skin of my wrists and ankles. I screamed from behind the gag as Friend held me down and Window-Knocker shoved the red-hot shaft inside me.
The heat and pain was entirely too much for me and I passed out almost instantly.