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Ashley's Torments
Disclaimer: This is a basically true story of what happened to me two
years ago. It contains large amounts of non-consensual sex and abuse. It
took me a long time to get over some of it. Yes parts of this does
still to this day turn me on, however it was forced and I was treated
badly. If this offends you don't read it. I was asked to post this by a
friend on-line that has talked to me about this experience. I would love
to hear from people about this. If you don't like it or if you do.
Either way please tell me. Let me know if I should go on with it as
well______.
(Part One) (Introduction)
I guess I should first tell you about me. I am 22 (almost 23), about
5'6, with blonde hair and blue eyes.
I have often been told that I am pretty, and who am I to argue?
I weigh about 125 lb. I think I could lose 10 lb. but I guess that just
about every girl thinks that.
Why should I be different? My life is pretty normal for the most part;
or at least it used to be. But Paul
changed all that.
I loved Paul very much. I believed he loved me as well, but was I ever
wrong!
I was 20 years old at the time that my life took that strange turn. I
had been dating Paul for what
seemed like forever; actually only 2 years. He was a very demanding
boyfriend,
very firm and strict. He would often dictate how I dressed and what I
would do.
For the most part, I didn't care -- in fact at times it really turned
me on -- but I had noticed that
once in a while his need to control everything went wild. It was about 3
years ago now; as I said, I was
twenty at the time. I got home early from work on this ill-fated night.
Paul was already home; this was
rather odd, but I didn't give it much thought at the time. Paul told me
to get dressed up, as we were
going out.
He brushed off my questions about where we were going and said it
didn't matter; I should just
go and get dressed. He had picked out my clothes, he said, and they were
on the
bed. He emphasized that I should only put on the clothes that he had
laid out for me, and that I
must be ready by 7.
I was less then happy about this. It was Friday night and I had told
Paul I
didn't want to go out this weekend as I was tired from my new
after-school job. But you didn't argue
with my Paul when he was in this mood. I went up stairs to find my
clothes all laid out as he had told me.
But what a shock it was when I saw the outfit -- my shortest skirt, a
little jet
black number that barely covered my ass. That skirt was for private love
play with Paul. I hated
wearing it in public, and Paul knew that full well. There was also a
pair of high heels, also
black, and my tan blouse.
Nothing else. No bra, no panties no nothing. I was getting a bit
concerned. I
began to wonder what exactly Paul had planned for me that night. I
didn't even know
where we were going. Nonetheless I donned the outfit and went
downstairs.
Well, Paul was drinking a beer, and I was less than thrilled. When I
started to remind him how I felt about his starting drinking early, he
got all pissed off, told me
to shut up and get my coat.
"Where are we going", I asked. He said, "Well, if you must know, Bob
and Beth
are having a party and we're invited".
"Oh no", I said. "You know how I feel about Beth. You can go and have
fun if
you want to, but I'm not going." Paul freaked out and shouted, "Look,
I'm sick of this shit. You're
going and that's that."
I didn't care for them, especially Beth. Bob was Paul's best friend and
Beth his girlfriend. Paul started screaming, "I'm sick of your trying
to break up things between
me and Bob just because you two bitches can't get along. Now let's go."
He grabbed my arm and
pushed me towards the door.
I guess I should explain why I didn't like Beth. Basically she is
bi-sexual, while I am not. She had come on
to me many times and was not too happy when I did not respond
enthusiastically. As a result we were never
real tight. But there was something else about her that made me very
uncomfortable; something I never could
explain, even to myself. Anyway, the ride to Bob's house was not a
happy one. Paul said very little to me in
the car and drove kinda fast. I just huddled in the corner of the front
seat, very cold and uncomfortable.
When we got to their house, I thought it was rather odd that there were
no extra cars around but
I didn't give it a lot of thought. Maybe we were early. Bob opened the
door, let us in, and shut the
door behind us. For the first time I could remember, he locked the door
behind us. I guess he thought that I
didn't notice.
Beth was sitting in the living room, dressed very much as I was—short
skirt, a tight blouse, and heels. Bob
and Paul were just dressed like average guys, jeans and a tee shirt.
Beth said hi to
Paul, kind of ignoring me altogether. Then Beth said something very
strange: she said she was surprised I had agreed—just that, no
explanation. Paul just shook
his head , and grinned, "Well, she didn't actually agree—she doesn't
know the whole story yet. But
she'll come around—you'll see." I started to get a bit uncomfortable;
obviously, they had some sort of secret
that I wasn't in on. "Agreed to what?" I asked. Paul explained, with
one of those evil smiles he sometimes
has, "Look, Ash. We're all sick of this feud, or whatever it is, between
you gals. It's putting a great strain
on relations between me and Bob, and Beth is tired of it too. She has
agreed to make real friends tonight,
and thinks a closer relationship might lessen the strain." I flipped. "A
closer relationship?' I sputtered.
"Well, fuck you, Beth."
Paul boiled over. He slapped me right across the face, the first time in
his life that he had hit me with full
force. I mean he has hit me before (and not always on the face),
playing around, but never like that. And never in front of others. He
said, with menace in
his voice, "Look Ash, we've all decided this is going to happen one way
or another. If you don't
like it our way, we can suggest another way that you'll think is even
worse." I just looked at them all with
my mouth open wide, in shock at the situation that was developing.(Part
Two)
I stood there gazing at Paul, hoping that any minute I would wake up,
and this would be a
dream. But in my heart I knew it wasn't. I screamed at Paul to take me
home now; that I hated
him, and we were over. He said have it your way, bitch. Bob and Paul
dragged me to the sofa
and tossed me onto it. I stated to get really scared at this point,
pleading with them to stop this
before it went too far. Well, this turned Paul on even more. He said
that if I
would allow Beth to eat me, they might—just might, mind you—go easy on
me. What could
I do? I was terrified at what they might do if I didn't play along with
them, and very reluctantly nodded my
head.
I lay there sobbing as Beth started to pull down my mini skirt. I was
totally helpless. As Beth discovered my
lack of under garments, she said to Bob, "See? I told you she was a
slut", and Paul got into the act with
"Yeah, she likes to dress like that. I don't particularly care for it,
but what can I do?" I couldn't believe it—
Paul was lying his ass off. He had made me dress this way. But I knew
that they'd never believe me if I
argued. Beth now had my skirt off. Pulling none too gently on my pussy
hair, she
said to Paul how much better I would looked shaved, and could they do
it to me? Paul grinned,
and replied , "You know what? I would like that too." Well that was it.
I started freaking out,
kicking and screaming, and Paul said if I didn't calm down at once he
would leave me here with
them. Well, shock ran through my body at his words . I couldn't believe
he meant it. I knew
if he left I would be in much worse trouble, so I did my best to get
under control again. Paul
chuckled, and said "good girl', and patted my head, just as if I were a
puppy. (I was going to get my fill of
doggie treatment, I soon learned). Beth twined her hands in my hair, and
dragged me roughly to my feet.
"Come on, bitch," she grunted, "let's go up to the barber shop."
Pointing to my heels and
blouse, she told me that I was to be naked as long as I was in their
house, "unless", she smirked, "we
have something special for you to wear." I looked imploringly at Paul,
but he wasn't any help.
He just told me to go along with the gag. I undressed reluctantly, and
handed my clothes to Beth, who
pushed me up
the stairs and into the bathroom, the boys enjoying the show as they
followed along behind
us. At Beth's command, I lay down in the tub, while she gathered up the
razor and shaving cream.
Running her hand through my bush (and pulling brutally), she said to
Paul, "This is too
thick to cut all at once—it'll clog the razor. Run downstairs for me
like a good boy, and bring up the
electric clippers from the other bathroom." Down he went. That's
another thing that I hated about
Beth— she could always get Paul to do what she wanted. Probably this
whole "party" had been her
suggestion, I figured. As soon as Paul had left the room, Beth remarked
to Bob in a conspiratorial tone of
voice, "Did you get that? If this bitch pisses him off enough he'll
leave her with us. Even
if it's just for the weekend, do you know what we could do with her?"
What a ghastly thought!
Paul would never do that to me, I told myself. I was going to beg Paul
to take me home
just as soon as he came back, but Beth was too cunning for me. The
moment Paul entered the room
she cooed to him "Hey, wouldn't your bitch look great with her clit
pierced?" And that drove everything else
out of my mind. I started freaking out, really freaking out. Well, that
was too much for Paul. "I've had
enough," he said. "I warned you, Ash I told you to calm down and you
haven't. I'm going downstairs to
make a call, and to give you a few minutes to think about your
situation. If you want to apologize to us and
be good, then fine. If not, I'm out of here, and you're theirs for a
while. How long I don't know. At least
for the night. "With that he ran down the stairs. End of part two Beth
grinned, and she quickly told Bob to
cover my mouth as I lay there in the tub. He held me down and covered
my mouth as Beth started removing
her panties. "I can't have her ruining my plan," she whispered, "so
we'll have to shut her up for the
moment." She proceeded to shove her panties into my mouth, gagging me
very effectively.
And speaking of gagging, the idea of having her underwear in my mouth
just about made me puke.
I then heard Paul yell up, "Well, Ash? Did you change your mind?" Beth
just giggled at my helplessness. I
wanted more than anything in the world to say I was sorry and get him to
take me
home. And Beth knew that. But I could say nothing. Beth then yelled
down, "Paul, she said fuck you. What
should I do?"
Paul shouted, "Fuck her! I don't give a shit what you do with her. I'm
out of here." The door slammed.
I started sobbing uncontrollably. I knew what I was in for.(Part 3)
sent As it turned out, I didn't have even a
fraction of an idea what I was in for. First they shaved my pussy, but I
had expected that. For some strange
reason, Beth saved the hairs carefully in an envelope. She teased me
that it was for a voodoo
doll, but I knew that wasn't right. At least, I hoped it wasn't. "And
since I have the clippers
handy", she said to Bob, "don't you think that our little bitch should
have her hair styled?" I
struggled again, but Bob was too strong for me, and I had to just sit
there while Beth clipped my hair.
All of it, down to about a quarter of an inch.
She rubbed her hand over the stubble, giggling at the tickling feeling.
"That'll feel great, rubbing across my
pussy", she chuckled. "And it'll make it much easier to put
our collection of helmets on her. But don't worry, bitch," she reassured
me. "If it ever becomes
really important, we have a big assortment of wigs that can make you
look like almost anything we like.
But just now, we like it like this." She laughed again, grinding her
knuckles painfully into my scalp.
Beth was really turning on now. And it was clear that she gave the
orders here not that Bob minded carrying
them out. At her command, he carried me into the bed room, and held me
down on the bed while she tied
me spread eagled on my back. All the while she was working with the
knots, she kept crowing about how
stupid a bitch I was.
She told me that Paul had meant to let the "party" go only so far,
maybe let me French her, as an indication
of my intention to be friends, but my stupid fucking attitude changed
all that. I should have kept my fucking
mouth shut. Well, maybe open it enough to give all hands a blow job. But
she
was not complaining, she said. Now I was going to be their toy and slave
for a while. Maybe a
long while, she grinned. She told me not to expect to enjoy myself—that
I should accept the idea
that I was going to be raped many times and maybe by lots of partners.
"Partners", she said, emphasizing
that they wouldn't all be men. I couldn't say a thing, as my mouth was
still full of her disgusting panties.
And she knew how I felt about it; she asked me, oh so sweetly, if I
liked her taste. Well, I'd get used to it,
she said. I knew damned well that no matter how used to it I got, I'd
never be able to stand it, but I was so
scared and humiliated and helpless I didn't know what to do. She then
opened a dresser drawer, and pulled
out a box, and I could tell from the thud on the desk that it was pretty
heavy. Still wearing that saccharine
smile, she took out a dog collar and a leash, and held them up for my
inspection. Well, my first impression
was that it certainly was conspicuous. Wide, made of shiny black
leather, and fitted with highly polished
brass studs. On the outside, that is. She went on to point out that
there were studs on the inside as well.
Pointed studs. The points were blunted, and wouldn't break my skin, but
it was obvious that they would be
irritating at best, and maybe downright painful.
She buckled the collar around my neck, fastening the buckle with a small
padlock. And the studs
really hurt, what with me lying down and all. "This is a magic collar,"
she
taunted. "Let me show you how it destroys your will-power, and makes you
our abject slave".
Taking something that looked like a TV remote control out of the box,
she pressed one of the buttons, and
...ZAP!
"Ta-da!" she sang. "Magic. The magic of electronics. All we did was take
the guts out of a cattle prod, and
fix them up so the shock gets applied through the studs. It's turned on
by this remote,
or by pressure on any one of these outside studs." She demonstrated, and
I screamed again.
"And the leash has a switch in it, too, to keep you under control when
we go walkies." She
explained how the batteries were contained right in the collar (that was
one of the reasons that it
was so heavy) and she was able to control the intensity of the shock
(more demonstration).
And I was freaking. Trying to move around, but there was no escape.
Next, she said, I was going
to clean Bob's feet. As Bob happily removed his work boots and socks,
she released from my
tied position and put the leash on me. Pulling me to the floor, and
again demonstrating the "magic" of the
collar, she urged me towards Bob, who was now sitting on the edge of
the bed. I could smell his feet
already, sweaty and smelly. I was going to gag but I managed to control
it, not knowing how I would be
punished for something like vomiting all over her floor. Probably they'd
make me eat it.
Beth pulled me up to his toes and said "Start cleaning cunt. Do a good
job or be beaten". Then she laughed
and said "Ah shit, you'll be beaten anyway but you'll still do a good
job, if you know what's good for you."
Just as I bent down to the loathsome task, the phone rang. Beth jumped
to answer
it, calling to Bob to stuff the panties back into my mouth. "It's just
about time for Paul to
be calling," she smirked. "Why don't you play with little Ash's titties
while I take care
of him." Apparently she was right, but all I heard was her side of the
conversation, which consisted mainly
of "yea, yea yea yea no problem. Ok hold on let me see." She turned to
me with that evil grin, and said,
"Paul wants to know if you're ready to be friends."
And I couldn't answer, of course. Then she picked up the phone again,
and said, quite truthfully, "She doesn't say a word, Paul. Just sits
there and glares at me. I think that
she needs a little more persuasion. Yeah, maybe through the weekend? OK,
I'll see you
tomorrow night then, at the bachelor party. You remember that I'm in
charge of the entertainment, and I've
lined up a stripper with an act that'll knock your eyes out. 'Bye now."
After she hung up, she actually did a
little dance of joy. "Hey, Bob," she chortled. You heard me
tell him. The cunt is ours for the weekend. Now we really have a prime
act for your cousin's bachelor party.
And we won't have to pay her a cent. It'll take a bit of training to get
her ready in that time, though". With
that she tugged the panties out of my mouth and pulled the leash,
dragging me back to Bob's feet.
When I had finished to his satisfaction, she pulled me over to herself.
"OK, now you can do it for me. And this time, you're going to lick
between the toes. Between the two big
toes, that is. . ."Well, I finally finished her off, although her legs
just about broke my
head with the spasm of her orgasm. And then it was Bob's turn. "I know
that you've wanted to get
something that she hasn't given Paul," Beth cooed, "but I'm afraid that
you'll have to be satisfied with
blow jobs until we've had a chance to stretch her asshole a little." And
then they gave me an enema
and put this butt plug into me. It didn't hurt at all at first, although
it felt disgusting. But
soon it started swelling up -I guess it was run by battery or something.
Anyway, I thought that I would be
torn apart by the time I had finished blowing Bob.(Part 4) I didn't
really sleep well that night, I was tied to
the bed spread eagled on my back, with that fucking plug still there.
It didn't seem to be expanding so much
any more; maybe it had already done its job. But it still felt GROSS! I
finally managed to fall into a fitful
sleep.
Beth woke me up at 6 the next morning, by biting my left nipple, hard.
"Rise and
shine cunt, you have a big day ahead of you" she said. I couldn't
imagine what that meant.
She untied me, put the leash back on me, and led me downstairs like a
dog, on all
fours. I was starving and knew if I wanted to eat I better do as I was
told. So she walked me down
to where Bob was already preparing something -- something that
apparently was to be my
breakfast. It was put in a small bowl and laid out on the floor like a
dog's food. Beth said "Eat
up, cunt, or starve; we really don't care which." They shoved my head
into the bowl and it was exactly
what I was afraid of, dog food. They laughed very hard at my disgust,
and then Beth said, "If
it isn't to your taste, bitch, I can sweeten it up a bit for you." She
picked up the bowl and
held it between her legs, as if she was going to piss in it, and I got
the idea, and ate. After
breakfast was over, Beth pulled my leash and dragged me to the other
room where she sat on the sofa with
me on the floor at her feet. Bob pulled up a footstool, and sat beside
me, playing with my tits the whole
time.
Beth then told me what they had planned for my day. First they would be
taking a number of pictures of me
for insurance purposes, so that I could never ever turn on them when
and IF they ever let me go. They knew
that my father's career in the small town that I came from depended on
his image as a staunch defender of
family values, and that any scandal touching his daughter would ruin
him. Then I was going to be taken to
the mall to have some sexy outfits purchased for me to wear tonight.
She said not to worry about the fact
that they had ripped up my clothing last night. She had some slutty
outfits to take me to the mall in. And not
to worry about my friends from college recognizing me. They would never
guess that the bitch with the buzz
cut hairdo and the "indecent" clothes I would be wearing was the demure
little Ashley that
they knew. Just to prove it, she said, she'd make a point of introducing
her new "slavegirl" to any of my
friends that we happened to run into. And then she reminded me that
Bob's cousin was getting married next
weekend, that the bachelor party was tonight and that I would be the
entertainment. I pleaded with her, but
Beth just laughed, slapped my face, and told me to shut up and listen.
She said to face it I had no say in it.
There would be about 30 people, she pointed out, and all of them were
friends of mine from college.
They'd really get a kick out of seeing me naked; and even if they
didn't recognize me, I would know who
they were. And if I didn't shape up and stop crying, she'd make sure
that they DID know who I was.
For at least the rest of the weekend, she pointed out, I was theirs to
do with as they pleased and
this was what pleased them. She said I would do whatever I was told to
do that night or not only
would I be punished in front of all the men there but they would be
invited to take a hand in the punishment,
too ere is Ashley's Torments the continuation.... done by me Ashley,
please
let me know what you think at ashleyjacobs20@hotmail.com and I hope you
all enjoy
I spent the first few hours of the morning posing reluctantly for
snapshots. The kind that Beth liked,
and they were pretty disgusting. That was the whole idea, she said.
Bob got called in to work
unexpectedly, so that meant that Beth had me all to herself. As soon as
Bob walked out the door,
she kept tugging on my leash hard and saying, "Good, that means no
witnesses." She was
really starting to scare me.
I was almost glad we were going to the mall---I had to get out of
that house. She suited me up
with her sluttiest outfit. She handed me a T-shirt that was two sizes
too small and when it stretched
over my nipples, it rubbed the fabric hard against them. The shirt
didn't even come down to my
waist, it just barely reached my navel.
Then Beth pulled out this latex mini-skirt with threads on the
side. She laced it up and from the
side, you could my skin all the way from my toes to the bottom of my
shirt. Finally, she came back
from her
closet with a pair of 6 inch black high heels.
"You better get used to high heels. It's the only kind you'll wear
from now on," Beth warned me.
She gave me a slap on my ass. "On all fours, my little pet. Time to go
walkies."
The drive to the mall was intense for me. I was sitting in the
backseat with this huge collar and
a leash, and we were driving to a mall where my friends hung out. I
knew we would run into
someone.
I asked if I could please walk in without the leash on. Beth
laughed.
"No, you will keep the leash on, Ashley. But I don't want you to
slow us up forever, so I will let
you walk with me. And remember, walk two steps behind me."
The walk through the parking lot wasn't too bad. Most people were a
good distance away and
they were minding their own business. But when we entered the cool air
conditioned mall, that's
when the staring started.
There I was, collared, being led on a leash, with my high heels
click-clacking along the slick tile
floor. I could see a thousand eyes looking at me; I could feel the
weight of their whispers on my
body.
Even the security guards, who I thought might come to my rescue, just
pointed and laughed.
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. But I knew that the second I
did anything stupid, Beth was
going to zap me again with the remote control.
"Let's go in to Victoria's Secret, my little slut, and see what we
can find." Beth led me in and all
three of the sales girls dropped their jaws at once.
"C, can, can I help you ladies?" One finally asked, approaching
Beth but staring only at my
slutty outfit.
"Yes, my slave here needs to try on some skimpy outfits. We're
having a bachelor party tonight
and she's the main attraction. "
The salesgirl, Robin, came up with an assortment of lingerie and
Beth was pleased. "The fitting
room is right over to your le----"
"Oh, my pet would much rather try them on out here so you girls can
judge how they look. Isn't
that right, Ashley?"
Beth jingled the remote and I reluctantly lowered my head and
quietly said, "Yes."
Beth told me to take off my clothes right there the sales-floor.
She handed me the lingerie and I
began to model for the clerks and the customers who were gathering
around to see the growing
commotion.
The crowds kept getting bigger around me as Beth had me take off
and put on various see-
through lacy underwear. When I dressed too slowly, she would gently zap
the remote and I would
feel the electricity pass painfully through my neck.
Finally, Beth decided on her purchase and she led me out of that
crowded store.
Part Six
"I'm hungry, I want to go to the food court. Come on." And Beth
jerked harshly on my collar.
It was almost noon time and the food area was full. Beth and I
stood in line at the Chinese
place and then she found a table almost in the center of the whole
court. Instinctively, I pulled
out a chair and them---ZAP! "No way. You will kneel down next to
me, and I'll feed you myself,"
Beth commanded. I had been totally naked in front of tens of
strangers at Victoria's Secrets, yet
somehow, this fucking kneeling down to be fed felt even more
humiliating.
Beth took her chopsticks and leaned some noodles down to my mouth, I
was starved for real
food so I greedily accepted the Chinese. She patted my buzz-cut
head. "Good, puppy." Again,
people everywhere were staring at me, but I was so hungry and thirsty
that it didn't matter as
much. Finally, Beth was full (even though I wasn't) and she led me
into the nearest bathroom. It
was full too, and Beth was getting impatient waiting in line for a
stall. "Kneel down, pet. I can't
wait any longer."
"What, are you kidding me, I'm not going t----" ZAP! ZAP!
"Yes, you will kneel down on this dirty bathroom floor and you will
like it, Ash."
Slowly, reluctantly, I got down on my knees with my hands behind my
back. I was starting to
shake because I sensed what was coming next, and it was making me sick
to my stomach.
"Open your mouth wide, lean your head back. Remember, if you don't
I can turn up the
intensity of the brass studs. Either way, I'm using you as my toilet,
like it or not."
I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I noted that several heads
were now turned in our
direction. "Oh my God," one of them gasped, "Would you look at
that."
Beth lowered her skirt and her panties and positioned her pussy
right over my open mouth.
Then, she started filling my mouth up with her piss. I tried at first to
hold, not to swallow it, but then
she poked me in the stomach with her hand and I choked a mouthful down.
"Swallow it, or else Mr. Electricity visits your body again." I
swallowed and swallowed and she
kept on pissing in me. When she was finished, I started to gag and my
reflexes almost threw up.
But I knew if I did, then Beth would force me to lick all the piss up
from the bathroom floor.
Beth just smiled as I struggled to get off the floor. She just
pulled on my leash harder and walked
me out the door.
"If you think piss is disgusting, then I can't wait to see your
face at the bachelor party."
We drove home and Beth taunted me the whole time how fun it was to
humiliate me in front of so
many people. She went on to tell me how lucky I should feel to have not
run into anyone I knew.
Maybe tomorrow we will go to a mall closer to home she giggled. Beth
pulled into her drive
way and said out bitch. Bobs car was there and as we walked in she was
coming to the door.
Where were you guys he said. Beth said out getting clothes for tomorrow.
Bob said great get this,
when Chris told the others of the entertainment the number of people
coming doubled. There are
17 guys coming now and 3 girls. You believe that shit. Beth said oh it
will be a fun evening. Well at
least for us.
The following day came quickly and I was awoken to the sound of
Beth untying me from my
spread eagle naked position on the bed. Wake up cunt, its your big day.
Your coming out party
sort to speak. I cried please Beth please don't go through with this.
Call Paul tell him how sorry I
am. Beth just laughed honey there is no Paul now. There is us and your
ours till we tire of you. If your
a good little twat we will release you in a few days. If not we sell
you. Its up to you. Beth left the
room and I laid there crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe the
position I was in. Just then the door
blew open and bob stood there with two guys I didn't know. I was sitting
there totally nude. The first
guy Steve shouted holy shit bob. She is fucking gorgeous. The other guy
says oh come on this is a
joke. Bob says "nope no joke, now were letting you two in on the truth
everyone else will think she
wants whats happening to her. I mean its hard to convice 17 people to
rape and torture this girl.
But when they think we hired her and she is willing and enjoying, well
thats a
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