Story Excerpt

Daddy’s Little Daughter Drugged Gang Rape, by Jezebel Rose

“Good night, Daddy,” I whispered as I kissed my Daddy on the cheek. Drifting into the darkness, I snuggled into my blankets embracing the warmth enveloping my body.

Awoken in the night at some point, I felt a pair of hands, casually brushing over my body. At first, I assumed it was a mistake, but then I felt somebody pull the covers off. The air was chilly over my bare body.

I wanted to stop those invading hands, I was feeling cold and I wanted to sleep. I just lay quietly aware of everything that was happening to me but unable to stop it, unable to open my eyes and unable to scream.

All I remembered before this nightmare began was having a sip of that cola, somebody had offered me, and now I lay here.

I could sense at least four men around me. I lay on some kind of a bed or a bunker with very soft mattresses, coz no bed could be so narrow. I was still fully clothed, mercifully, but I was not sure how long this was going to last.

As I began to take note of my surroundings, the hands exploring my body seem to multiply. I could feel hands holding my arms above my head and one on each of my breasts. My legs were pulled apart and there was a hand cradling my crotch. Then somebody threw water on my face.

As I came round and saw for the first time the leering faces around me. The man who had thrown water on me just took out a knife and slowly started ripping my clothes off me. I tried to struggle but was held too firmly in place.

I watched as my captor picked up the shreds of my clothes and held them aloft so I could see them. He soaked them in alcohol and set them afire, holding them aloft until the flames touched his fingers and then he threw them aside.

“You are not going to need them for a long time now, baby”. From the way, he was slurring his words I was only glad that he had cut away only my clothes and not me.

From the moment I had begun to lose my consciousness, I was aware that I was going to be raped. I was resigned to it, and I was going to ensure that I was not hurt too badly in the process. My only worry was – I was a virgin.

Let me tell you, how I ended up where I did. I am an 18-year-old blonde-haired person, petite and slim. This is my first time in the city as until now I was living with my grandparents in the country.

My parents had died when I was 3 and my grandparents had raised me, whom I called Pa and Ma. I was educated mostly at home since Pa was a retired teacher. I had very few friends as a child, but never missed being around children my age. Momma was my closest friend and both she and Daddy had always treated me as an adult.

It was at college that I first discovered what I had missed. I enjoyed the way men turned to look at me, I enjoyed sharing secrets with girls my age and I enjoyed the freedom of doing what I wanted without having to answer either Mom or Dad.

When my friends told me I that I had a great body, I tended to disbelieve them since Ma always told me that I was only a passable.

I had gone with my friends on a camping holiday and while trekking one day I must have strayed far from my group. When I returned to where I thought we were camping, I saw a group of men sitting around a fire and drinking.

They offered to help me locate my friends and I was very relieved and hurriedly had whatever was offered to me. We got onto the truck they had and when I felt dizzy, somebody said it was probably only motion sickness, compounded by the fact that I had not eaten all day.

I do not remember when I passed out or how far we had traveled. However, here I am now and none of the faces around me are those of the guys I had seen around that fire. Are there more men than I had counted?

The man who threw water on my face came up to me and pulled my head up with my hair. “What’s your name?” he rasped.

I tried to answer but my lips would not open. With a wave of his hand, he motioned to the men around me and suddenly my body was free.

He jerked me to a standing position. The sudden movement made me go dizzy again and I was sure if he let go of my hair I would collapse again.

Another yank brought out a groan from me.

“So you are not dumb, are you? And now what’s your name?” “J…J….Jill” I stammered. “So, Jill do you know where you are and what’s going to happen to you?” I nodded dumbly and he let go of me. I fell down in a heap at his feet. “Stand up Jill, Don’t make it difficult for yourself”, I heard a voice in the dim haze that seemed to have enveloped me.

I knew that I had to obey that voice or any other voice that commanded me as long as I was in captivity. I stood up, though I was not sure how long I would be able to continue standing.

I was keenly aware of my nudity and had this insane desire to cover myself or curl up in a ball, none of which was possible here. I kept my head bowed, unable to look at the faces of the men around me, afraid to face them.

I could hear a voice in the back of my head urging me to make a note of their faces, so I could identify them later if needed. However, I knew that whatever was going to happen to me, I would not want to see any of these men ever again. I did not want to know them, remember them. I just wanted whatever dire future they had in store for me to be over as soon as possible.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and somebody pulled my arms, almost pulling them out of their sockets. I screamed and a hard slap landed on my face. I groaned as I could feel blood filling my mouth. The ordeal had begun.

My hands were pulled tightly behind and tied together. As I spat out the blood, a dirty smelly rag was pushed into my mouth. I choked and gagged, as I shook my head to push out the rag, another blow landed on my face. I again realized the value of cooperating with my own rape. These men were going to get what they wanted anyway.

As I felt the fight drain out of me, two hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed them painfully. Two more hands pushed my legs apart and kept pushing them apart until I almost fell on my face. Then a hand grabbed my private parts and started massaging there. The hands on my breasts were mauling them now. Squeezing them, pinching them, pulling them out. The hands between my legs were equally rough. Rubbing hard, pinching, and scraping with their nails.

Even though it was pretty rough and painful, I could feel myself reacting. The pain was turning into an exquisite torture, and I was almost driven to the brink of insanity, waiting for the hands or something to enter me. I was humping into the hands at my cunt. My cries of pain had turned into the moans of a woman driven by lust. I had long ago pushed out my gag and the room was filled my cries.

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