This is a story written by Dorota. Published at her request.
They grabbed Dorota from the street, just a corner from her place. Grabbed and pulled into the van. Then they began fucking her, raping her, hurting her.
And they haven’t stopped.
Her hands cuffed behind her back, smelly rag gagging her mouth, her shorts lowered to her ankles, making it impossible to kick. Her top pulled up, her white bra against the floor of the van. Her panties torn off as she finally realized what was happening and screamed into the gag or tried pleading with her tear-filled eyes.
And then he was pushing into her, into her pussy, he was fucking her, raping her, hurting her…
“They keep fucking me…”
Then they were in their lair, hideout, sex dungeon, basement, RAPE PLACE. By now cum from two guys were dripping from her sore pussy, going down her thighs. Despite her muffled screams they took her hard and they came inside her.
In the RAPE PLACE they pulled out her gag and she begged and she pleaded, she asked them what they want, she told them her parents have money, she…
One of them silenced her, slapping her so hard that she fell to her knees. When she opened her mouth to cry, he yelled to shut up. She didn’t so he hit her so hard that she almost lost consciousness. She still wouldn’t stop crying so he gagged her again – with his dick.
A knife at her throat made sure that even in her terrified, fear- and pain-addled mind there wouldn’t appear a thought telling her to bite. But she couldn’t force herself to do what he wanted (“Suck, bitch!) so he just facefucked her hard.
When he came, almost making her choke on his sperm, immediately, before she stopped coughing and began pleading, another cock was pushed into her mouth. And another one was rammed up her pussy again.
And so they kept fucking her, raping her, hurting her.
“… keep raping me…”
There was sixof them, most of them had her twice so they decided her mouth and cunt should rest. She was grateful – if too weak to express it – at least until they spread her asscheeks.
Suddenly she regained her strength to fight and scream but they were too strong and too many and soon she had a cock being forced into her tightest hole, her virgin ass.
During the first assfuck she screamed. During the second she pleaded. During the third she cried and pleaded. During the fourth she sobbed. During the fifth and sixth she just moaned.
But they kept fucking her, raping her, hurting her.
“… keep hurting me…”
It was the middle of the night by the time they decided to stop and get some sleep. Exhausted, aching, covered in cum and bruises, the prospect of sleep was so appealing that she wept with relief. Until she saw her “bed”.
The barrel hadn’t been designed to hold an entire person, but they made it work by wrapping her up with barbed wire before stuffing her in upside down, her face pressed against the rough wooden bottom. The wire wound around her entire body, and was especially concentrated around her chest and ass.
If she kept completely, perfectly still, the metal wouldn’t bite cruelly into her, a thousand jagged points burrowing deeper into soft flesh. That was why they shoved vibrators into her cunt and ass and turned them up to the highest setting, making her quiver and bleed and hurt. As a final joke, they all pissed in the barrel, soaking her hair and face with hot acrid urine, before putting the lid on to seal her inside.
She begged them to take her out and rape her some more instead. Promised to make it really, really good for them. They just laughed as they left her there for the night, to suffer alone and in the dark until it was time to be used again.
“…and hurting and hurting and hurting…”
It was the next day. One of them had asked what does she want.
Asking to be let go earned her beating. And an assfuck.
Another one asked.
Asking not to hurt her anymore earned her having her back and tits whipped with a belt. And an assfuck.
Asking for something to eat and drink gave earned her a facefuck that ended with her swallowing a huge load and some outmeal with piss.
She vomitted so that earned her a whipping, beating and an assfuck. Then she had to lick the vomit clean. While being assfucked.
It took a number of men, a number of attempts, a number of beatings and assfucks but she discovered the correct question and asked them to fuck her cunt and let her suck their cocks.
“… keep fucking and hurting me…”
Her oral technique was pisspoor but with the motivation of belts falling on her back, ass, tits and cunt she was a fast learner. Only twice did she vomit at the taste of her own shit on the cocks but a couple of cigarettes to her tits plus her cleaning the floor with her tongue got the message to her.
Soon she was sucking their cocks slowly, lovingly, skilluflly, before stopping just to lick their balls and then return to their shafts and cockheads, before being rewarded by a hefty those of salty jism.
“… keep raping me…”
The next day they had organized a gang bang. Fifteen people. By now she knew a bit what was expected of her, she begged them to fuck her slutty holes, offered her mouth, cunt and ass, begged them to let her drink their jism.
She really meant it but after all fifteen men began second round she didn’t have any strength left. Her whole body hurt, she didn’t have any power to move on cocks, to use her tongue, to suck them, to ride them, to beg them for more pain.
But they took her nevertheless, tossing her body as a ragdoll as they fought to put her into positions best for themselves. She barely moaned as they assaulted her ass again, as they triple-teamed her as they hurt her tits as they kept fucking her, raping her, hurting her.
“… they keep hurting me, again and again…”
A week after she was really well trained, she took rode their dicks with her ass that just wouldn’t stop hurting and drank their piss before asking for more with a smile. She even licked their asses but when one had her suck his dick, drink his piss while he was on the toilet and then lick his ass clean, she finally snapped and vomitted.
After licking it clean, she spent the whole evening chained to the toilet – even when they wanted to use it – and getting assraped, her face pushed into the water and other things in the toilet.
“… keep hurting me, please, they keep hurting me…”
The next day, they brought the dogs. She had thought things were already as bad as they could get… that she couldn’t get any lower. That was the day she realized how naive she was.
When they tied her up to a bar on all fours, her ass held in the air, she still didn’t quite believe it. It didn’t seem possible. It wasn’t until she felt the claws on her back, the rough panting at her neck while she screamed that she realized it was really happening… and then a cock pressing further and further into her until she felt she was going to burst.
She was there for hours, getting fucked from behind. A few of the dogs found their way into her asshole instead, and she begged the men to fix it, to put them in the right hole. They all just laughed and had the next man shove a cock in her throat. And she gave him the most loving, enthusiastic blowjob of her life.
That was the deal. She was going to be down here, getting raped by dogs, until after she’d swallowed the cum of every man in the house… and they kept pulling out and switching. The only way she got to choke down any cum was by face-fucking herself as hard as she could, making it too good for him to want to stop. Of course, that usually meant choking herself into unconsciousness, fading to black without knowing if the man was going to cum, or even let her breathe again or if she might never wake, suffociated while being raped by canine cocks…
Three men down. Ten to go. And all night of doggy dick.
“…kept hurting… and hurting… please… kept hurting…”
A couple days later they left the door opened so she escaped. Or at least she tried to. It was a trap. They whipped her. They electroshocked her. They burnt her. They pulled out a couple of her teeth and made them eat them. They pierced her tits and played with it while she was being triple-teamed. They made her pierce her clit, they put a ring and a leash there.
… please, keep fucking me, please keep raping me, just please, stop hurting me…”
A couple of days later, she was walking the streets, asking men to fuck her (to fuck her, to rape her, to hurt her). No one was watching her but she didn’t dare escape. She offered her holes for pennies, offered her pierced tits to be abused, offered to ride their cocks with their cunt as they pull on the ring piercing her clit. She offered to take two dicks (or a dick and a dildo, really, please!) or deepthroat their dicks until she passes out.
It was like that when someone identified her, called the police and she was finally rescued.
“Please! Fuck me! Rape me! Hurt me! Please! I need to go back to them!”
“They keep fucking me… keep raping me… keep hurting me…” Dorota kept repeating with dead voice, looking at her parents with dead, unseeing eyes.
“It never stops, they keep fucking me, keep raping me, keep hurting me…”
“Oh, sweetie!” Dorota’s mother said through tears then turned to her husband and doctor Richard’s. “I… I need… air…”
“Of course” doctor Richards said as they left the visitation room, leaving Dorota under the care of the young nurse, Pamela.
“Will… will she be better?” Dorota’s father wasn’t crying – yet – but his voice was shaking.
“We don’t know” doctor Richards said “The trauma itself… but with the beatings, with being choked, drowned, suffocated in other ways, hit in the head… we cannot be certain if there isn’t any brain damage. We are still doing tests but for now… we just don’t know. We need her to stay here. Believe me, she is in good hands.”
They had a couple more questions, but nothing that really mattered and soon Pamela came back, saying that Dorota has been taken back to her room.
At least Pamela was nice. Dorota’s mother liked her. Doctor Richards… sure, he was a highly recommended specialist, but she felt uneasy about the way he looked at Dorota, they way he intently listened when she spoke about being raped. But that was surely her imagination. He wouldn’t hurt her daughter. Everyone said he was an expert. Dorota’s father insisted doctor Richard’s was the best. She must be wrong. Besides, Pamela, the petite, cheerful redheaded nurse wouldn’t let anything happen to her precious, broken, RAPED, HURT daughter.
Finally Dorota’s mother and father left.
“Is she tied down?” doctor Roberts asked.
Pamela nodded and took him to her room… to her cell…
They were glad Dorota’s parents haven’t seen her like that, tied to the bed… it must have been horrible for the girl after everything she went through… but sometimes she got so agitated that it was the only way to keep her from hurting herself.
“I wonder, why does she keep saying, they keep fucking her, keep raping her” Pamela said “Doesn’t she know she is safe here?”
Doctor Richards shrugged dismissively.
“Who knows how her brain works? Maybe she’s running the same events over and over? They have never ended for her? A truly fascinating case”
“I’m not sure… she really seems to imply… it is happening to her… HERE” she said slowly.
“What are you suggesting?!” Doctor Richards snapped “That someone is hurting her here! Preposterous! Ridiculous!”
“No, of course not…”
“Our hospital takes extra care that nothing like that happens! Besides, I know that you checked her, the first night she started saying this stuff. Did you find any abbrasions? Any traces of… fluids?
“No…”
“Besides, you’re the one who washes her! Did you see any bruises or wounds on her body?”
“No, of course not!”
“Exactly” he said, then sighed “No, it’s her brain. A fascinating case!”
He stood there, watching her through the hole in the door… this young, broken, still beautiful girl tied to the bed.
“A fascinating case” he repeated “I’m going home, but tomorrow I’ll need to dig even deeper.”
When he left, Pamela entered the cell and set on the bed, next to the dead-eyes girl. Slowly she stroked her cheek.
“Is this true?” the petite redhead said “Is your mind still trapped there, with those people? Suffering those tortures?”
She brushed Dorota’s hair.
“Or were you trying to tell them about me?” she said taking out a strap-on… not TOO BIG as not to leave signs that were too visible.. but big. In her other hand she held a whip.
“Fucking, raping, hurting me…” Dorota whispered.
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