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 He's making me write this.  He's sitting across the room, watching me type.
It's making me nervous; just when I had finally gotten used to his
treatment, he finds another way to humiliate me.  I hate him.  He'll beat
me for that, but I'll write it anyway.  I hate him and his friends for what
they did to me, for what they turned me into.  But since I really have no
choice, I sit here and type.

   A month ago, just after my 23rd birthday, I went on my first blind date
ever.  My female friend had set me up with a guy her boyfriend's friend
knew from his work.  She said she had met him before, but I doubted that
she did.  We, Eric and I, ended up going to a party hosted by a wealthy
friend of his.  We got there a bit early, and since Eric and the guy were
friends, we ended up helping set up.  We got a jump start on the drinking
too, so by the time the party was in full swing, I was feeling pretty good.

   I've never been inhibitive by nature, so I really let loose when I was
drunk.  I started hanging all over Eric, and he was grabbing my ass and
groping my chest.  Some of the more sober guests stared, but the host, who
seemed to be as drunk as we were, joined in.  Soon, I was surrounded by
four very drunk guests and one drunk host.  I was very horny, and when the
host of the party, Jack, suggested that we go find somewhere more private
to "talk", all of us followed like lost, drunk puppy dogs.

   The six of us, Jack, Eric, Simon, Joe, Mark and I, went upstairs and
into the master bedroom.  I had felt fairly secure, even through my drunken
haze, that I was in control of the situation, and that I could handle
myself through anything.  But as soon as the door closed, whatever control
I had over the group of men dissipated immediately.  The men entered the
room first, and when the lock on the door clicked home, I was grabbed from
behind.  At first I thought it was a game, and so I only giggled and
sqirmed, but when I was thrown down on the bed and Jack laid down on top of
me, I realized that I had lost control.

   I tried to shove the muscled body off of me as his lips bruised mine and
his toungue tried to invade my mouth, but my efforts were soon stopped by
Mark as he pulled my arms above my head and pinned them to the bed.  Simon
did the same to my legs, pulling them apart and holding them firmly.  I
hadn't thought either of them to be that strong, but I was mistaken as I
struggled for all I was worth to get rid of the hard, painful kiss. 
Finally, Jack stopped and slapped me three times in succession.

   I yelped in pain, then started to cry.  I asked them what they were
doing, and that if they kept it up, I'd scream and all the guests would
come and help me, but Jack only laughed.  He asked if I could hear any
music from below, and I listened, but couldn't.  I realized that the music
had been quite loud downstairs, so if I couldn't hear it, there was no way
in hell that anyone would hear me.  Jack laughed at me when I started to
cry harder, then slapped me again.  I knew a bruise must be forming by now,
and tried my best to stop, but didn't succeed in anything but lowering my
wails to whimpers.

   Before I could resist more, Joe pulled a pocket knife from his jeans and
handed the open blade to Jack.  Jack made quick work of my short skirt and
thin blouse.  He sliced off my bra and panties , and Simon pulled off my
shoes almost on cue.  The blade was put away, and Jack quickly disrobed as
well.  Through my tears I saw that his cock was fully engorged, and damn
huge.  I struggled harder as I realized he intended to rape me, and I
screamed for him to stop and for help, mindless of the fact that nobody
would be coming for me.  It didn't help any, and he quickly speared my cunt
with his huge member.

   I had never known such pain as I encountered then.  I wasn't ready for
him, and my smaller body was no match for his.  As the man rammed into me
again and again, I saw the other guys getting naked as well.  Eric and Joe
took Mark and Simons places at my wrists and ankles, keeping a firm hold so
that all I could do was cry and twist a bit from side to side.  Jack
started to slap my breasts as he plowed me, and whomever was now holding my
wrists would occasionally pinch and twist them so hard it started new bouts
of tears.  I wasn't making any coherent sounds anymore, only wailing in
pain, when finally Jack shot his load deep inside my cunt.  He stayed
inside for a moment, resting and making sure he was finished, then finally
pulled out.  My sobs softened a bit, thinking he was finally done, but the
bastard was still semi-hard.  He moved quickly, and while my mouth was
still open, he shoved himself down my throat for one last burst.  I had no
choice but to swallow as his cock extended down into my throat a bit, and
then I began to gag.  I couldn't breathe, and the room started to get fuzzy
when he finally withdrew and I could gasp again.

   I was humiliated and in pain.  The hands on my wrists started to cut off
circulation, and my thighs were sore from the pounding I had just recieved.
I couldn't stop crying, even if I had wanted to.  I was humiliated by all
these men staring lewdly at my naked and now bruised body.  They didn't
wait long to use me again, though.  I had barely caught my breath and
started to regain control, when my wrists and ankles were released. 
Someone, I couldn't see who, fastened a dog's collar to my neck, and a
chain was attatched from a snap hook in the ceiling to the collar.  It
didn't prevent my movements much, but I knew I wouldn't get far from the
bed.

   Eric pulled me into a sitting position, then turned me around so I was
kneeling like a dog on my hands and knees.  Simon was leaning up against
the headboard in front of me, erection in my face, and he pointed at it to
indicate I should suck.  I was hesitant, but he wasn't as he smacked me
across the cheek again, and that convinced me.  Tearfully I took a bit of
his cock in my mouth, but he forcefully shoved my head down so I was deep
throating him.  I jerked back, but he took my head firmly in his hands and
controlled my movements.  I concentrated on getting my breaths timed right
with his movements, and I was sufficiently distracted while the men behind
me were sqirting some KY jelly on my ass.  I noticed that something was
happening when a finger snaked into my anus, but Simon wasn't about to let
me quit my ministrations on his cock.  So it was with a bit of suprise, and
a lot of pain, that Eric roughly entered my ass.

   I nearly screamed into Simon's cock, which only excited him more, as
Eric forced his way into my ass hole.  He wasn't being gentle, only shoving
as hard as he could without hurting himself.  I could hear him groaning
while Joe and Mark coaxed him on.  I tried clenching my muscles, but it did
little good.  I felt like I would be split in two.  Eric's cock felt like
it was twice the size of Jack's or Simon's, but in reality it wasn't.  He
started moving in and out as much as he could, and I tried not to choke on
Simon's engorged manhood, when finally, Simon came.  His steaming hot cum
slammed into the back of my throat and it took all the willpower I had not
to gag and hurl all over him.  Not that it would have gone anywhere, for
his penis was still lodged halfway down my throat.  Finally he finished and
withdrew.

   I gasped for air and tried to sit up some, but Eric wouldn't have it. 
He reached forward and started to pull and tweak my nipples like I was some
kind of cow.  It was extreemly painful, my breasts having already been
abused once.  I leaned on my elbows, my cheek semi-resting in Simon's
crotch next to his now flaccid member, trying to be brave and take the
reaming like a pro, but it didn't work.  My tears wouldn't stop, and
finally Eric finished, squirting cum into my ass, and leaking some out as
well.  When he finally finished, I tried to slump forward, but he pulled me
back up so I was standing on my knees.  Simon moved out from under me, and
Joe lay down in his place.  Joe told me to ride him for all I was worth, or
I'd be in more pain than I already was.  My knees were weak, and I didn't
know if I'd be able to do what he said, but I tried anyway, not willing to
test his wrath.

   Lowering myself gently over his dick, I tried not to cause myself any
more pain, but Joe wouldn't have it.  My already sore pussy was made even
more raw as he pulled me down onto him, and started to guide my hips.  I
moved up and down on him as he rocked a bit, making me do all the work.  It
was evident that he was enjoying himself, as he quickly closed his eyes.  I
didn't do anything more than what he told me to, and soon he became
annoyed. He told me to kiss him, and suck and play with his nipples.  He
said if I didn't make him have the best orgasm of his life, he'd beat me to
within an inch of my life.  At this point I knew he wasn't bluffing, so I
leaned forward and began licking and teasing his nipples with my toungue
and fingers.  I tried not to pinch and hurt him as the five of them had
been hurting me.  He pulled my face to his, and shoved his toungue into my
mouth, then drew mine into his.  He was much less rough than the others had
been, and I thought that had we met under different circumstances, he would
be a very good lover.

   Thankfully it didn't take long for Joe to get off.  After I resumed my
attention to his nipples, he came almost immediately.  I sat there, tear
stains on my cheek, waiting for someone to tell me what to do.  Finally,
Joe shoved me off of him, and I fell off the bed.  Choking, I realized how
far my leash would go.  The men laughed at me as I tried to pull myself up
back onto the bed.  I succeeded, and lay where Joe had been the moment
before, gasping for air.  When I finally got control again, and my sobs of
fear subsided to whimpers again, Jack began to talk to me.

   He said that I was his little slut.  He said that I was going to be his
personal toy, and anyone elses toy that he deemed worthy.  I wasn't a
person anymore, I was a possesion.  He said that if I didn't accept this,
and behave like a good pet should, that he'd have me whipped worse than I'd
ever experienced before.  Then, to prove his point, he pulled his leather
belt through the loops of the pants he had put back on, and told me to
stand on the bed, my hands holding my chain.  Hesitantly, I did what he
said.  I knew what was coming, and I couldn't see a way out of it.

   Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the first blow came across
my ass.  It stung, and after having got reamed, the soreness was renewed.
The second, third, and fourth blows came in rapid succession across my
thighs.  Another landed on my stomach, and several landed on my breasts. 
Those hurt the worst, and just when I had thought I couldn't scream
anymore, I did.  I screamed until no sound came out as blows pelted my
back, chest, and ass.  When Jack motioned for me to spread my legs, I could
only shake my head no, terror written on my face, but two especially
powerful blows to each breast convinced me to cooperate.  I thought I had
experienced the ultimate in pain already that night, but when the leather
strap landed directly on my pussy, I nearly passed out.  My grip on my
chain was fierce to prevent me from falling off the bed again, but I nearly
fell on my knees.  When Jack saw I had recovered a bit, two more blows
landed on my breasts followed by another blow on my cunt.  This time I did
fall to my knees, but Joe pulled me back up, and Jack landed one final lash
on my tender and raw cunt before I passed out in Joe's arms.

   * * *

   When I woke up again, I was alone in a different room.  I still wore the
collar and chain, and I was still tied to the ceiling, but this room was
much smaller than the master bedroom we had been in before.  It was also
much darker, without window or light fixture that I could see.  The only
source of light was the small beam that filtered through under the door.

   I was confused, scared, and very sore.  There were welts that I could
feel on my body from the belt, and my lower lips were especially tender
after the whipping they had recieved.  My breasts ached from all the abuse
they had taken as well, and I was partially relieved that I had finally
passed out.  Another part of me realized, however, that the men may have
had their way with me again after I was unconcious, and I would have no way
of knowing it.

   After spending what seemed like an eternity laying on the bed in that
small, dark room, the door finally opened.  I sat up in the bed, forgetting
that I was naked, with my heart pounding away in my chest.  I was sure that
Jack could hear it as he stood there with a satisfied smirk on his face,
but he said nothing.  He unhooked my chain from the ceiling, and jerked
hard on my collar, choking me momentarily.  When I finally followed, he
told me to stay a few steps behind him and to his left.  I was past the
point of revolt, and followed the huge man obediently.  I was scared of
him, and he knew it.

   And rightly so.  Not only had the man raped and beat me the night
before, but he had taken my life away from me.  I didn't know where I was,
I could be in a totally different place than before.  Plus, I hadn't paid
attention to how Eric and I had gotten to the party.  All I knew is that we
were somewhere in the upperclass suburbs, and there were a lot of those
around Los Angeles.  To top it all off, Jack was a tall, muscled man who
seemed to take an enjoyment in inflicting pain, and in taking away the
rights of innocent girls.  I was fucked.

   Jack paused and opened a set of large wooden doors, and led me into a
large living room.  There was a huge couch, and a couple of overstuffed
lounge chairs.  In each of the chairs sat a man I hadn't seen before, and
their attention was totally on me.  Jack introduced me to them as their
"entertainment" for the evening, and why didn't they all get started on the
fun?  The men agreed, and started to remove their clothes.  Jack did the
same, never letting go of my chain, and finally they were all nude.  I
realized they were going to rape me again, and something in me snapped.

   I screamed, and ran for the door.  Jack had a firm grip on my chain,
though, and I was jerked back.  The other two men were immediately by my
side, roughly picking me up off the ground, and the taller one threw me
over his shoulder.  I kicked and hit at him, but he didn't seem to be
phased.  Jack hooked my chain with about a foot left over, so when the man
finally lowered me to the ground, my toes barely touched.  I started to
choke, and immediately grabbed the chain to allow myself to breathe.  Jack
and the men laughed, and told me that if I didn't want to strangle to
death, I'd better be "involved".

   The shorter man, who had blonde hair, came over to where I tried to
balance and hang at the same time, and picked me up, pulling my legs around
his waist.  His dick was already hard and pointing straight up, and much to
my suprise, I slipped down on it fairly easily.  As he started to move me a
bit on his cock, he told me to take over, and use his shoulders for
leverage.  I did, and it wasn't long before the man was moaning in
pleasure. I was humiliated, but I was also starting to enjoy myself.  His
finger had slipped down to my clit and was rubbing it gently, and I lost
myself in the pleasure of it for a minute, forgetting where I was and what
I was doing.  I was brought back to reality when something started pushing
against my ass.

   The other stranger had, in one swift movement, shoved himself inside my
butt.  I screamed, but the finger on my clit started rubbing again, and I
realized that I kind of enjoyed the pain and pleasure combiniation. 
Between tears and moans, I started moving faster, and the men met my speed.
I was so full, a cock in each hole, it was something I had fantisized about
for ages but could never convince anyone to do.  I once again forgot what I
was and started to kiss the man I was mounting, and his fingers moved
faster on my cunt as I pounded and was pounded faster and with more
passion. Finally, I screamed again, this time in pleasure.  The waves came
crashing down on me, one after another, and I felt first my back hole, then
my front fill with hot liquid.  The three of us were moaning and yelling in
pleasure, and finally we were all sated.

   The two men stood there, with me sandwiched between them for a moment,
then they both pulled out.  I reached up for my chain again as I felt my
collar tightening around my neck, and panted as I regained control of
myself.  Before I could fully realize what had happened, Jack unhooked my
chain and literally threw me into the couch.  I hit so hard that the heavy
furniture flipped, and I rolled against a wall.  I cringed and started to
cry again from the new pain in my shoulder, but Jack would give me no
quarter.  He climbed over the couch, and picked me up again.  Roughly, he
laid me over the arm of the overstuffed chair, and rammed himself home in
my cunt.  With strokes hard enough to move the chair, he fucked me doggy
style for several minutes, pulling, squeezing, and twisting my breasts and
nipples until I screamed in pain.  Then he moved his hands down to my still
swollen clit, and pinched it, causing shots of pain to streak through my
body, even as his long cock reached my g-spot, and I endured the most
powerful orgasm I had ever had in my lifetime.

   When Jack realized I'd cum without him, he turned me around and forced
me to my knees.  He shoved his 9" cock down my throat, choking me, but I
quickly got into his rhythm as he forced my head back and forth.  I started
to suck and lick as best I could inbetween poundings, and I heard him start
to grunt, and I could feel his balls tighten against my chin.  Before he
could do it for me, I impaled my head down to his pubic hair, burying my
nose in his groin as he shot cum straight down my throat.  I didn't have to
swallow, but I found myself trying to anyway, milking him of the last of
his milky seed.  When he finished, he pulled out and gave me a satisfied
look.

   Jack didn't pay me any more attention that night.  He and the other two
men got dressed and left me kneeling on the floor.  I could tell that even
though they were lost in their own company and conversation that Jack would
notice immediately if I tried anything, so I just sat and got lost in my
own thoughts.

   What the fuck had that man done to me?  I had actually enjoyed his
raping me, and at the end, I actually tried to make him happy.  I told
myself over and over that I hated him, but deep down I realized that I
would do it again if I had the choice.  When Jack and the men were finally
finished for the night, someone came to show the men out while Jack took my
chain and led me back to the darkened room.  He locked my chain to the
ceiling again, and left me.

   * * *

   Things have continued like that ever since.  The bastard has turned me
into his rape toy.  He brings over people, mostly people he works with, and
invites them to hurt me.  I always scream and cry, and it's always sincere
because he never lightens up with the belt or the pounding, but deep down,
I have to admit that I rather enjoy it.  That's what the bastard has done
to me.  He's made me enjoy the pain.