Story Excerpt

Captured After School and Gang Raped: Forced Sex Slavery, by Jezebel Rose

“No! Stop it right now!”

Cynthia started to run from the dark van following her down the street. Given it was in the middle of the day, not a soul was in sight.

Looking back at the van, Cynthia noticed it had pulled over and several men were swarming out. Each had a black mask over their face.

“Get her, go, go!” Cynthia heard one of the men shout as three of them took off towards her.

Peeking around the bush, she was almost certain she was completely hidden, but as the men turned around the fence, they saw her huddled on the ground, curled up in fear.

“Please go away!” Cynthia screamed at the top of her lungs as two of the men grabbed her kicking legs and another around the waist. Carrying her to the car quickly, she felt one of the men grab her ass. Intentional or not, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel molested by this small action.

Fear coursing through her veins, Cynthia thrashed as hard as she could, biting and punching at the men. She felt their fingers sliding between her legs, touching her little laced panties. One hand slid up under her blouse, touching and feeling her small breasts. She could feel his fingers pinching her little nipples.

Upon reaching the van and thrown in the back, the doors closed behind her.

Cynthia kicked against the steel door, unable to even make a single dent.

“Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life,” one of the men said as a small peephole opened at the front of the van.

Cynthia ran over towards the opening and peeked inside, “What do you want from me? Please let me go. My Daddy will be so mad at you!”

“You’ll never see your family again,” the man said bluntly.

Taken back in surprise, Cynthia whispered almost to just herself, “But… what are you going to do with me?”

Even though she could barely see the man, she watched as his mouth curled up into a wicked grin, “First, we’re going to hold you down and fuck the living shit out of you, then we’re going to take you…”

Cynthia kicked against the wall and began running around in the van. Unable to keep her footing, she resorted to grabbing the steel bars on the door and wildly kicking at the lock mechanism.

The man continued, “After we stretch that tight little virgin pussy of yours, we’re going to sell you to the highest bidder. Overseas of course, so you do have that to be excited about!”

Laughing ensued coming from all five men in the front.

“Just let me go! I want to go home right now!” Cynthia said, stamping her foot repeatedly.

The van jerked to a halt.

“Alright, time to get out. You see, there are two ways this can go down. You can come out and spread your legs for us, or we can hold your legs open as we take turns. It’s your call.”

Sliding open quickly, Cynthia watched as several men jumped into the back of the truck and surrounded her.

Each bulged with tight muscle as she felt grabbed around her waist and pulled on the back of the van.

Cynthia looked down at her shirt. It was her favorite. Despite being something so small, Cynthia could not help but want to avoid soiling it.

Preparing to take her blouse off, Cynthia looked across each of the men. They all appeared the same. Tall, built, and well hung. The only way she noticed the male parts was due to the sheer tightness of their entire black outfit.

Cynthia watched as the men crept closer to her, surrounding her at all angles. Quickly surveying her surroundings, she glanced left and right. All deep, dense forest.

“There’s nowhere to go,” one of the men said, although Cynthia could not tell which.

Another man piped up, “What’s it going to be? Are you going to start stripping for us, or are we going to have to force our way in?”

Cynthia was not entirely certain what the men were going to do, but she did know that it wouldn’t be pleasant for her, whatever it was. Immediately she ducked under the tallest man on her left and darted towards what appeared to be a path through the trees.

Glancing back, Cynthia noticed the men gaining on her. They were much faster.

“Looks like we got us a runner, boys!” One of the men shouted, immediately following with laughter.

Cynthia looked down a bit too late as she was thrown to the ground, her foot caught by a small root.

Laying on her back, she waited. There was nowhere else to run. Nobody else was around. This was it.

Her left hand felt something solid. It was a grainy rock. Clenching it tightly between her fingers, she waited.

The first man caught up and grabbed her hands, quickly tying them behind her back. The rock fell to the ground with the last bit of Cynthia’s hope. Unfortunately, the man noticed.

“Trying to whack one of us over the head, huh?”

Cynthia looked down at the ground, her skirt and blouse covered in dirt. Unexpectantly, she felt a smack against her cheek, sending her head reeling to the side. Stars swam in her vision as a small trickle of blood dripped down her forehead.

“You’re going to learn how to be a good slave,” the man said, grunting as he pulled down his pants.

Each of the other men followed suit, holding their cocks and stroking themselves as they watched Cynthia slumped against the tree with her legs held open by one of the men.

Cynthia felt her panties pulled to the side, and something touch her soft pussy. No man, or woman, had ever touched her there. She had not even touched herself. It was a sin to watch pornography or touch herself, so she never did.

“How would you like a big cock up inside of your little cunt?”

She felt another smack against her cheek. Stars swam in her vision, this time a bit more intense. Struggling to hold her head up, Cynthia felt yet another hit across her face just as something pushing up inside of her, stretching, and pulling at her.

Cynthia clenched her eyes shut, holding them as tightly as she could; it was the same way her therapist told her to make the bad things go away.

Holding as tight as she could, Cynthia counted to 10.

…1

Cynthia felt his fingers slide up inside her. They moved about, feeling and caressing everything they touched. She pushed the feelings aside and clenched tighter.

…2

The pleasure between her legs grew as the man fingered her first, twirling his fingers around her clit as he laughed. She could feel something sliding down between her cheeks. His pink pushed up inside of her anus, stretching her and feeling around. Cynthia could not help but moan softly with the pleasure, forgetting where she was, and what was happening to her.

…3

Only a few seconds had passed, but Cynthia had felt like a lifetime of pleasure had hit her all at once. His fingers went deeper, then a second finger followed suit, both moving about between her legs. It was all Cynthia could do to keep breathing as she felt sweat trickle down her forehead.

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