Beneath the Surface

Chapter 27 - Like before

I sat down, shivers running down my spine feeling his hands all over me, they touched me everywhere, his breath, heavily in my neck as he occasionally sucked on the sensitive skin. They moved down too low, as a scream for help, captured and its volume turned down by the cloth preventing me from breathing freely, escaped my mouth. I tried to push him away, but to no avail, I was bound to a chair. The only thing I could do was to wait for this torture to be over so I could go home.

"It's been a while since I saw you, my dear." said a deep voice behind me.

"You're so grown now, so much perkier, finally ready for me."

I tried to kick him with my legs but he slowly moved away as if he wasn't bothered at all.

"Haven't changed much mentally, seems like you still don't like this life. What a shame, it is such a beautifull chance brought to you, but it is your loss."

His hands gripped tightly on my waist, he opened my legs and started stripping me down, gently pulling of my jeans and boxershorts.

"Why don't you wear lingerie for me baby, not even once?"

I shook my whole body in hopes of unleashing the zipties around my wrists, but nothing happened.

"I can't wait to feel your warm body around me, when I am burried so deep inside you, to feel the waves of pleasure you give me."

I could see his pants starting to tighten around his crotch as he spoke those words to me.

He sat on my lap, facing me, his hands tugging at my hair as he grinded away on me, muffled groans escaping his mouth.

I wanted to slap him across the face just so so badly.

The he went further, the all too familiar feeling of pain hitting me as he felt the opposite, I had to wait untill he is done, then he could leave me here, by myself, for me to figure out how to get home. 

This would happen 2 to 3 times each week. It started with the stalking once Joseph had left, it was like they new all along and waited for this moment.

I couldn't tell anyone, no one would believe me. First of all, they chose spots in the middle of nowhere, wore condoms, and had me take a shower after all business had been done and who would believe me, I got raped almost every 3 months before this new shedule happened, so why would anyone care to think that I wasn't just making it up for the attention. But it wasn't my fault, my dad got me involved with these pimps from when I was the small age of 10. Once involved in this netwerk of people, never to get out of it again, they always knew how to trace me.

This had gone on for about 9 weeks, meaning about 25 rapists in the time Joseph left. I had also recognised the smell of one of them, he was the one to have raped me at the party about a year earlier.

Now it's darker, my hair is dripping wet from the shower, there is no light in this room, I have to wait for him to grab me my clothes and send me home.

A handfull of clothes gets thrown at me, a deep rispy voice murmuring something at me.

"Put them on, you've been a good girl, I'll drop you of at home tonight."

"Thank you master."

"Good girl."

I was in utter discomfort calling him that, but if that is needed for a lift home then I will gladly take it. I didn't know where I was and who knows how far of home I could be.

His arm tuggs at me and drags me to the car, the vibrating engine making the whole car quiver and my insides contract, after all these years I wouldn't be shocked to find out they are damaged and scarred.