“You sure you’re alright, Alicja? You don’t want me to come back?” my roommate asked, her voice sounding concerned. “I could ditch my family and come back home… I’m still on personal days, so I could sit around and eat comfort food with you and watch bad movies.”
She was trying to be nice. She didn’t know what was wrong but she was still trying to be nice… but I didn’t want to be nice. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to be alone. I wanted everyone to shut up and just leave me alone. I forced myself to be nice anyway… I didn’t want to lose my roommates. “No, that’s okay, I’ll be fine. I just want to spend some time alone.”
She didn’t sound convinced, but she clicked her tongue in agreement. “Sort of surprised you aren’t at work.”
I flinched. She couldn’t see me over the phone of course… thankfully. “I… took the day off. I needed some time.” That was true enough. She hadn’t gone to work today. She was never going back there ever again… she didn’t even know if she had a job to go back to, anyway.
“Bet your bosses weren’t very happy about that at all,” she said, voice chipper. It made me want to scream at her. Dumb slut had no idea what she was talking about. Ok, that wasn’t fair… but continuing this conversation was the last thing she wanted to do.
“I… I have to go,” I said, trying not to make it awkward.
I wasn’t sure how well it worked, because she paused for a few seconds. “Ok Alicja… Get some rest ok? Let me know if you need anything at all, or if you just want someone to watch TV with.”
I swallowed. “Okay, thanks… Talk to you later.” I hung up, then wrapped by arms around the legs and hugged myself where I sat on the couch, trying not to tremble.
Last night, I had sat in the back of the car of the security officer that had picked me up and shivered under the blanket that had been given to me to cover myself. I had my eyes closed and my head against the window, but I could feel the vibrations of the vehicle as it traveled down the almost empty highway, driving me home. I didn’t even think about how they knew where I lived… maybe they had it from my personnel file and had gotten it, or maybe they had asked and I had answered in a daze. It didn’t matter… I had lazily opened my eyes and felt the numbness wash over me as I stared out the window and watched the fields of grass and trees and building of Wroclaw whiz by.
It had been pitch black outside when the security officers took me from the office building, and just the first hints of the sun were starting to show as I watched, feeling dazed and lost. I hadn’t been able to believe what had happened to me. All I had wanted was… just to do my job. To get paid and then go home. Instead, I had wound up bound on top of a piss soaked carpet or a jizz slimed desk with man after man after man taking turns using my body. They had kept me there all night… holding me in place and fucking me for hours. I had no idea how many men there were, but it seemed like they just kept coming. The whole thing was a blur, and I had just wanted to go home.
I remembered feeling safe, though. The security officers had taken me out of there, escorted me to their car and took me home. I had no idea what they had done to all of the men… if they had reported it, or called the real cops, or anything. Fearfully, I wondered if I was going to be in the news – “Local girl gangraped at work!” – and I might need to face them again, maybe at trial. I didn’t want to think about any of that. I just wanted to sink into the back seat of the car and forget. I heard the two officers in the front talking, but their words washed over me without registering… even when I was pretty sure they were talking to me. I couldn’t make out anything they were saying. Their voices were so low, and I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or if it was like that because everything suddenly felt so far away… so unreal. Like I had fallen into a deep, dark hole. When they had parked outside my building, I had practically run inside and it was only then that I realized I didn’t have my clothing, or my keys. I wept for a solid minute before I remembered my roommate kept one in the window in case she locked herself out, and I slipped inside before locking the door behind me and collapsing into an exhausting, sobbing sleep.
When I woke up, my alarm waking me up in time for my shift, I just lied there for hours, listening to the alarm beep before I turned it off. I didn’t move. I wasn’t going. No… never again.
The phone began beeping at me… I hadn’t hung it up. I didn’t have my cellphone anymore, and I certainly wasn’t going to get it, so I moved to put the phone away, gradually unfolding from the couch before I stagged to put it down. I could make some tea, take a bath, relax. Instead, I just wanted to go back to sleep. Everything hurt… my cheeks hurt from where I had been slapped. My sides and back felt rug-burned and raw from lying in piss and rubbing against the carpet. My tits hurt from a thousand squeezes and pinches… and my holes… god, my holes. My throat felt like I had decided to gargle a bathtub full of whiskey, my asshole felt like someone had fucked me with a toilet brush, and my pussy felt like a carpenter had decided to sand it smooth… and sometimes I still feel things trickling out of me.
I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I were here, alone, and safe… or so I thought. I had no idea in that moment how wrong I was.
I woke up with a hand over my mouth, pressing down, screaming by reflex as I felt multiple hands on her, holding me down, flipping me around, ripping my loose clothing off of me while I cried out again and again into the hand gagging me, seeing dark shapes in the room over me. One of the men stuck his hand in between my thighs and pressed his finger up into my pussy through my pajama pants. “You’re such a fucking tease, Alicja… playing hard to get. You can’t tell us you weren’t trying to get us worked up by not showing up today after months of prancing around with that ass and those tits!”
It… I wasn’t showing them off! I wore sweaters and jeans! There was no logic to this at all… what the fuck was wrong with them! I tried to squirm off the ground, to get their hands off my mouth, to scream, to run, but a bunch of men were crowded all around me on my bed, holding me in place.
The guy with his hand on my mouth picked me up and lifted me off the bed momentarily. I tried to scream and kick, but nothing came out past the guy’s huge hand, and another one of the guys grabbed my legs and held them together. These guys were so big and strong there was no way I could fight them off. I couldn’t believe this was happening again, and in my own home. I had just been attacked two days ago in the fucking office, and no one helped me… and now there was no one around to help at all. It probably didn’t even matter if I yelled or screamed, either. Probably no one was home, gone working.
I realized, belatedly as hands began pulling at what clothing I had left, that no one was expecting me. My roommates were out of town, seeing family. I didn’t have a job anymore. No one was even gonna come to check on me. My roommate said we’d talk later, but she also knew that I wanted to be alone, and she wasn’t just going to stop by… I was totally screwed. These guys could do whatever they wanted to me for hours, or days, or weeks, and no one would know.
I felt my clothes being ripped off of my body just as something was shoved in my mouth. I tried to struggle again as they slammed me back down on the bed, but my arms and legs were all being held down, and as soon as my yoga pants were off the guy standing at the end of the bed pulled his cock out and got on top of me.
I screamed as he entered me, but nothing came out through the gag they had shoved in my mouth. The guy was huge… he felt bigger than any of the men who had raped me the other day, but he didn’t look like he was. I felt like I was about to be split open because of his size, but also because of how violently he was fucking me. It was like he was trying to beat the shit out of me with his cock as he rammed it inside me. I realized, to my dismay, that with as swollen as I was even a tiny cock would feel enormous…
It felt like he fucked me forever, and when he finally finished he pulled out and came all over my tits and my belly. Then the next guy immediately took his place.
While one of my legs was free I tried to kick as hard as I could, but the guy who had just fucked me grabbed it and held it down again, pulling it to the side so my legs were spread wide. I was helpless. It was so humiliating, laying there with my tits and pussy exposed to these men… and that was before I realized that, once again, I was being recorded. There was nothing I could do. They were all so much stronger than me and every time I struggled it seemed like it just got them more excited. How had they gotten in here? Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?
When the second guy entered me I screamed again. With how raw and sore I was from my day long gangrape, not even the lube of the first man’s cum inside me helped at all and this guy was just as rough as he had been. While he was fucking me, he gripped my breasts hard, squeezing the nipples until they both hurt like hell. And it seemed like no matter what I did, any noise that I made or attempt at struggling just made the men laugh. They just thought this was all so funny… like my misery was a comedy to them.
When the second guy was done he pulled out and came all over me too, only he aimed for my face and got me right in the eye. His thick, gooey cum just stuck there, and no matter how much I blinked the pain in my eye wouldn’t go away. And, of course, they all thought that was the most hilarious thing they’d ever seen.
“Lift her up a little,” the third guy said as he pulled his cock out. “I want to get a piece of that tight little asshole.”
I shook my head and tried to beg him not to, but he wasn’t paying any attention at all. He was just staring at my ass as it was being lifted off the bed. The two guys who had my legs held them up so that, even though I was still on my back, my ass was up in the air. And from that angle I could see everything… even if “Everything” just mean the play of shadows from the phone’s light and the dark silhouettes of rapists surrounding me. I saw it though as he blocked the light, bellying up to me, balls swinging below him… I watched, shuddering with dread, as the guy found what he was looking for with the thick head of his cock, then screamed like a banshee when he pushed it in. It was too big and hurt so much. I used to idly fantasize about anal sex, loved reading it in stories… that appeal was long gone. I couldn’t understand how any woman could possible want to be fucked like this. It burned and felt like I was being ripped apart with each thrust of his cock.
The two men holding my legs spread them as wide as they could go and they, and the camera, all watched as the guy fucking my asshole rammed it into me over and over. The only lube he used was the leftover cum from the other guys and whatever precum gathered on it tip… which might have been enough to let him pound me harder, but which didn’t really seem to make it hurt even slightly less.
When that guy finished he pulled his cock out of my asshole, but he left it right there, resting between my ass cheeks, and I watched with numb, horrified eyes as streams of his thick, white jizz shot out and landed right on my pussy. Before he moved away, he rubbed his cum around my pussy lips, and inside me. It was disgusting.
“Roll her over,” a voice in the darkness said… and I recognized it. One of the security officers who had brought me here! I felt my body being picked up and turned so that I was on my stomach. One of the many, many shapes surrounding me got on his back on the bed and picked me up and put me on top of him, while one of them held my arms behind my back. He got his cock where he wanted it, then pushed my hips down until he was all the way inside me. This put me on my knees, so I immediately tried to use some leverage to get up… but that didn’t work, a dozen hands holding me down. Immediately after the guy was inside me, while I squirmed and struggled against them, one of the other men in the room bent me over him so far that my tits brushed his chest before he entered my asshole.
I was completely paralyzed for a moment. In all that they had done yesterday they hadn’t done this… not since the flashlight. Two strangers – no, I could see the man beneath me now in the shadows, I recognized him… two people I worked with – were actually both inside me at the same time… both thrusting, both raping at once. I could feel their cocks moving back and forth as each of them thrust into me, rubbing against each other through the delicate skin between my holes. I couldn’t believe my body wasn’t already split in half because of how rough they were, and how much they were stretching my pussy and asshole. It was insane and hurt so badly in my scraped-raw holes that I almost passed out.
When the gag – a pair of my panties – was taken out of my mouth, I didn’t even think to scream. Before I knew what was happening my mouth was filled up with one of the other guy’s cocks. I had no idea which one it was, or if he had fucked me already or where… and in that moment, it didn’t matter. I was a piece of meat, and before I could even think to protest he was already balls deep down my throat with his filthy cock.
At this point I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that I just gave up. I let my body go limp and I let the men use me however they wanted to. I couldn’t even lift my head or my arms or legs anymore. I just let myself be used like a doll, and they were more than happy with that.
They fucked me like that, with all of my holes packed full, for hours. They bounced my head up and down on their shafts like they were dribbling a basketball until my lips felt like one big bruise, slammed into my body over and over until I couldn’t tell if it was cum or blood dripping down my legs. They kept taking turns switching from one hole to the next, and coming all over me. I have no idea how long it all went on for. It could’ve been all day and all night and all day again because at one point I had to pee really, really badly.
When the guy who was fucking my throat pulled out and came on my face I tried to tell them, but they didn’t care. They just kept taking turns fucking me, so I wound up peeing all over my bed while they were inside my pussy and asshole. And that didn’t even stop them. In fact, they laughed while making sure they recorded it, mocking me as I did. It gave them the idea to use my body and bed as a toilet, too.
After all of this group were done fucking me and had cum all over me, they took turns pissing on my naked, cum-covered body like it was an open sewer. I was barely conscious by then. The only reason I knew it was happening was by them making me watch the video later, because by then my eyes had been closed for a long time.
I felt so disgusting and dirty, but they just kept fucking me. They didn’t care about anything. I didn’t know how many guys there were or how many times they had cum but it felt like they were going for a world record of the world’s most violent and longest gangbang or something.
Eventually I completely passed out, and when I woke up the men were all gone. If it weren’t for me lying in a pool of piss and cum that used to be my bed, I would have wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. I stayed curled up there for a half an hour, crying bitter, pathetic tears before I forced myself to get up on wobbling, weak legs and stagger to the shower. I don’t even know how long I stayed in there, scrubbing myself under hot water, trying to wash the filthy feeling off of me and out of my holes but no matter how hard I scrubbed I couldn’t… hell, I couldn’t even get the horrible taste of their cum and piss out of my mouth.
When I came back out into my bedroom I stared in naked horror at my bed. Soaked with fluids and stained and reeking… It was disgusting, and I didn’t want to sleep on it. Hell, I didn’t want to ever, ever look at it ever again. So, even though I was exhausted and could barely move, I dragged the mattress out my front door and into the alley, leaving the filthy thing by the dumpster. The wet, ‘schlooop’ sound it made as it slid down made me want to throw up.
“Well there, Alicja. So nice of you to clean yourself up for us,” a voice said from behind me. When I turned around I saw a group of men had filtered into the alley behind me. To my horror, some of their faces were familiar… men from work. Men who had been working during the time I was being gangraped in my apartment… men that were off work now. “Those assholes took the key with them when they left. Idiots.”
I began breathing fast. My key… the one I had left in my clothing with my wallet and my phone, back in my bosses office. How could I have been so stupid? I suddenly couldn’t believe I’d left my apartment. I didn’t want to ever step foot out of it again but seeing that filthy, awful mattress that I had been raped on out of my bedroom. Now I was exposed and vulnerable again so before they could catch me I tried to run past them and back into my apartment but before I could open the door one of the men stepped in front of it.
“What’s the matter, Alicja?” my coworker said with a sneer. “We just wanna say hi. Don’t be a frigid prude… it’s not like I haven’t fucked you already you filthy skank.”
I stood there as a panic attack flooded through me. I couldn’t move or scream or even think. I just watched as the group of coworkers crowded around me, walking me back in the door of my apartment… and all I could think was … please no, not again.
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