My Daughter’s Last Birthday

A short disclaimer (because people seem to ignore the Introduction section): This story contains rape, slavery, cannibalism and snuff. These things are listed in the tags above. If you don’t like reading about those things, then this story is not for you.

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Back in high school, I was the sort of girl who didn’t care about her studies at all. I didn’t see the point and just wanted to have fun. That fun wound up giving me Abigail when I was 16. That was 18 years ago today. Once I had the responsibility of a child, my priorities shifted, and it became my life’s work to raise her the best that I could. She’s even been accepted into Harvard, and will start there in the fall. I couldn’t be prouder of my little girl. For her birthday today, I’ve brought her to eat at her favorite Italian restaurant, La Strada.

We were just leaving, and heading through the dark parking lot to my car when a young man approached us. He had a somewhat muscular frame. I remember seeing him eating at the restaurant with a few of his friends. His sleeves were rolled up and there was oil or something on his hands. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

I turned to look at the man, “Yes?”

“I’m real sorry to bother you, but I need some help. My battery’s dead and I just need a jump.”

“Oh, Okay. That’s no problem. Where’s your car?”

“It’s right over there,” the man points at his car across the lot. There’s only one car with the hood open, in the direction he points. It’s a faded blue and looks fairly beat up.

“Okay, wait for us there, we’ll pull up to it.”

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much of help this is!”

We part ways and as I start my car, Abby turns to me, “He’s cute”.

“Yeah, he certainly is. He’s probably already got someone.”

“Yeah… Maybe.”

We pull up to his car and I hit the button to pop open the hood before getting out. As I get out, I feel a hand on my mouth. I open my eyes wide and see the first man I spoke to leaning on the passenger side door, keeping Abby in the car. I hear Abby let out a scream.

“You shut your whore mouth or I paint your mother’s car a nice shade of red here!”, I feel cold, round metal against the side of my head and Abby stops screaming. I can see tears streaming down her face. I’m crying too. The man lets go of my mouth and opens the back door of my car. He pushes me inside and I turn to look at my attacker for a moment. He slams the door shut and gets into the driver’s seat.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Abby,” I whisper to my little girl.

The rear passenger side door opens and the man who tricked me gets in, pointing a gun as well. Once he’s in, I hear the click of the locks. A third and forth man walk passed to the other car, shutting both hoods. I turn to my right and stare at the gun pointed at me for a few moments. “Listen, just let her go. Do whatever you want to me, but please, just let her go!”

The man laughs a bit. “Anything I want?”

“Anything!”

“Alright, I want you to prove it before I consider your offer.”

“Prove it how?”

“Suck my dick, bitch! And make it convincing!”

I glance at Abby who’s turned in her seat to watch what’s going on. I turn back to the man and nod as I lower myself towards his crotch. I undo his pants and pull out his cock and balls. It’s soft. Holding it in two fingers, I see it begin to grow as I move my mouth toward it. I put it in my mouth and suck, feeling it grow in size as I do. Soon, it’s hardened and I’m bobbing my head along the first few inches of his shaft. As I’m moving my head, I can hear him. “Awww… Yeah… That’s a good slut…” I feel his hand on the back of my head. He’s pushing me, trying to make me take more of his dick. I take a deep breath and loosen my throat, letting his dick go all the way into my throat. “Oh, fuck! You’re quite the whore ain’t ya!? It takes a lot of practice to take that much dick!” I start to pull back, but he holds my head still with his hand. “No movement yet. Just suction.”

I start to suck as hard as I can, unable to breathe with his dick deep in my throat. I can feel my face getting hot. I frantically try to milk his cock with my tongue. I think about biting him, but if I do that, he definitely won’t let Abby go, so I just keep sucking. I start to feel a few spasms and he lets go. I immediately pull myself off his cock and start coughing and catching my breath. “Heh, maybe you’re not as good at this as I thought…” Hearing that, I immediately move my head toward his dick, but he presses his hand against my forehead. “Don’t bother, slut, we’re here.”

“Please, I tried my best, let her go!”

“Did you honestly think that was ever a possibility? Look at her! She’s hot! Worth quite a lot, I’m sure…”

“I’ll pay you whatever you want!”

“You don’t have money anymore, slut. You’re my slave now.”

I just stare at him as his words sink in. Both of the guys in the car are laughing. I hear the front driver’s side door, then the door next to me. The man I was sucking off turns toward Abby as I’m pulled out of the car. The man holds me still as one of the men from the other car walks up to me with a knife. I try to kick him, but he grabs my foot and slips my shoe off of it. “How many pieces would you like to be in right now? Keep your damned legs down!” I swallow the spit in my mouth and his brings the knife to my skirt. He cuts through the fabric and tosses it onto the ground. He continues cutting away at my clothes until I’m naked. The men then start pushing me toward the building. A bouncer nods at them as I’m pushed through the doorway.