Revenge is a Bitch

“When I was twelve, I was taken. I was walking home from school, and all of a sudden a man pulled up beside me, asked me directions, and before I knew it, another man stuck something in my neck and everything went black. When I awoke, I was in a dark room with only a small hint of a light coming from the wall behind me. I tried to get up, but I was tied to a table. All my clothes were gone.”

“Are you ok miss?” The judge looked at me. Tears were streaming down my face. “Can you go on, or do you need a break?”

“I’m fine. I want to tell it.”

“Ok, go on then.”

“I looked around as best I could, and all I could make out was a small room with a single cot on the wall, the table I was tied to, and what looked like a toilet with a shower head over it. I was cold. I remember being very cold.”

“Hours past. I had no clue how long I had been out, how much time had passed, but finally, the door opened and two figures walked into the room. They both had ski masks on. The stood on either side of me forever without saying a thing.

–You are locked in here and can’t leave. You can scream all you want but no one will hear you. We are your mother, your father, your masters from now on, you understand? Do you understand?—I didn’t respond fast enough, and he snapped a leather belt across my stomach.

“Yes sir.” My tears were flowing.

–You have to do what we tell you when we tell you, and I want those tears to go away. I don’t want to see you cry anymore. Accept your fate, and it might be bearable for you.—

He snapped the belt across my stomach one more time.

The other one spoke up, –I don’t think she understand or appreciates her position. Lets give her a day to think about it.—

With that they left. I laid there and cried. I was hungry. I wanted to go home. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. Everytime I would get close, I would shiver and wake up from the shaking. Hours after they left, I peed on the table. My muscles cramped, my back ached. I would have done anything to get off the table.

When they finally came in, the room stunk, and I was in pain. I was so tired that everything seemed otherworldly.

–God it stinks in here. Slave, why did you make a mess?—

I didn’t answer fast enough. He slapped the belt across my stomach.

“I’m sorry sir. I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it in. I’m sorry.” I started crying again.

He hit me again. –What did I say about crying?—

I stopped right away.

–ok I’m going to undo these and let you sit up. Your not going to cause any problems are you?—

“No sir.”

He untied the rope, and I sat up immediately. I rubbed my wrists where the rope had been. I was so disoriented that I nearly fell off the table.

–Im going to let you get off the table and I want you to shower. When your done, if your good, I will bring you clothes and some food. You will be good won’t you?—

“Yes sir.”

He opened the door, and from what I could see it looked like it was a basement. There were no windows. He came back in with a small pile of clothes and a towel with shampoo and soap.

–I will be back in twenty minutes. Be done. And clean this mess up. It stinks like hell in here.—

He slammed the door. I looked around the room, and immediately went to the toilet and threw up. The reality of the situation hit me. I panicked. After a few minutes, I realized that I had to do what he said. I used toilet paper to clean my pee up, used some of the shampoo to clean it, and then I turned on the shower and washed. By the time he opened the door, I had the small gown and socks he brought in on and was sitting on the bed.

–Its better in here. You did good. Here is your food. Eat it, I will be back in five minutes.—

I rushed to the table and ate the sandwich as fast as I could. I put my mouth under the sink that was right beside the toilet and felt the water that had not made it into the floor drain from my shower soak through my socks. He came back in the room.

–This is your room. You will not leave it. You will do what we say when we say, and you will be happy to have the simple freedoms we allow you to have. Is that understood?—
“Please sir. I just want to go home.” I was crying.

He punched me in the face as hard as he could. I remember the rush of pain, and then nothing. When I came to, my arms were once again tied to the table, but I was bent over the table, still standing. He was behind me, his hand on my lower back and ass. My face was throbbing. I looked to the side and could tell he was jacking off. I was lost in the moment. In one movement, he put both hands on my hips and pushed against me. I felt his dick against my opening. In one thrust, he pushed his dick all the way inside me.

I had never experienced pain like that in my life. I screamed. I cried. I begged him to stop. He fucked me hard and didn’t pay attention to my pleas. He spanked my ass. His thrusts got harder. My ass hurt from him slamming into me. My vagina went numb, but I could feel him inside me. He fucked and fucked. My crying stopped, and in its place a numbness overtook my body. Eventually I knew he was cumming, and soon after, he stopped.

It was relief like you can not imagine. I could feel my heart beat between my legs and the pain was startling. I heard him walk out of the room. I heard mumbled voices.

–The fucking bitch didn’t understand her place so I had to teach her a lesson, but I’m sure she doesn’t understand fully. Why don’t you continue the lesson.—

I heard the other man walk into the room.

–No I’m going to be nice and use lube. This is how nice we can be if you act the way you should.—

There was a pause, and then I understood.