Will I Live?

After the birth of my new baby sister, life at home had not really been a life at all. By the time I was sixteen years old, I decided I wanted to run away from home. I was having trouble living my own life at home and no one really paid attention to me anymore. I had started saving money since I was 10 and I now had $500. I also help that the yesterday was my birthday, so I had a lot of cash from that too. I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night with my backpack filled with clothes. I also had my hairbrush, makeup, and a couple of bras and panties. I was glad I was finally leaving and I didn’t think my parents would really miss me anyway.

I walked out of the general neighborhood and walked toward the highway and then I stood near the entrance of the highway and stuck out my thumb. I was no fool, so I had worn a tight t-shirt, a jean jacket and black mini-shorts. I was also pretty made up and I knew it would make things easy in getting a ride, not that it would be hard for a sixteen year old girl like me to get a ride anyway.

And within a few minutes, a van pulled over and offered me a lift. I looked in and it was a man in his mid-40’s and from what I could see he appeared to have dark hair with some grey and he looked like he would be on the tall side. “Need a lift?” he asked me, grinning.

“Yes, I want to get out of here.”

“Well then get in!”

So, I opened the passenger door and climbed inside and closed the door. He then pushed on the gas and off we were onto the nighttime highway. He looked over at me several times and then asked, “What’s a young lady like you doing thumbing a ride?”

I rolled my eyes, “Ugh, my parents make me insane and I needed to get away from them.”

He still grinned and was nodding, “So you’re running away from home, eh?” and then he chuckled.

“Yes. Why? Are you going to turn me in to the police now for being a runaway?”

He then shook his head and lit a cigarette. “Oooh no. No, I’m not going to say a word. In fact, he then took a drag off the cigarette, “I’m gonna take you out into the middle of nowhere and I’m going to fuck the shit outta you.”

My eyes bugged out and I gasped while staring at him in shock. “W…what??? Oh my god, NO!”

“Hell baby, not like you can do much about it now. You should think twice before hitchin’ a ride.” and then he laughed evilly.

I started to panic and was looking at how i was going to escape this obviously crazy man. There was no way since he was speeding down the highway and the road was nearly empty. “Please! Let me out! Please!”

He then put his cigarette to his lips and held it between them, and then he took his right hand and back-handed me. “Calm the fuck down, whore or you’re gonna regret it.”

My face felt hot from the impact of his hand across my soft cheek and I knew I was turning red. I started to cry and he just ignored me. He drove for what seemed like several hours, but had only been an hour and then pulled off at this exit where there were no streetlights along the road and it was pitch black all around. I was so scared and knew he wasn’t fooling around.

“Almost there bitch…..almost there. You’re gonna get it goooood.” He laughed again his psychotic laugh and I could see in the darkness of the van he was looking at me. Then, I felt his hand begin to squeeze my leg and run its way up my shorts. I wanted to fight him, but was too afraid he might hit me again. He pushed up my shorts until he reached my panties and he forced his hand into them, feeling my clit. “Oooh you dirty little slut, I’m getting real hard now.” He said as he drove along to this destination he must have already mapped out.

After another 10 minutes of driving he pulled into this field of tall grass, knocking some of it down as he drove in and then he stopped in this part of the tall grass that was cut and formed a circle around us. I couldn’t see much of anything, but it looked like he had made this little space himself with his plan. The was only one building in the area and I was really hoping that people lived there and that they could help me. Before I knew it he was climbing up out of his seat and got into the back of the van, pulling my arm and forcing me up and to follow him into the back of the dark van. I started to scream and he took a hanky out of his back pocket and made it into a gag around my mouth. “You can scream all you want now bitch . I don’t give a shit!”

He then forced me onto all fours and yanked my shorts down to my ankles and ripped down my panties. I could hear him undo his belt and then unzip the fly of his jeans. The next thing I knew, He was pushing all of his weight against me and holding me into place and he then pushed the head of his cock into my tight, virgin asshole. I was seeing stars from the pain as he ripped into me and I started to sob and scream and he forced himself into me, jamming his cock in as much as he could, over and over. I felt a warm liquid and I knew it had to be my blood as he raped me in my ass and started to reach around and grabbed onto my young breasts. “Fuck whore ,you got a real tight ass.” He said as he just continued to force his way into me. He was groaning and moaning and seemed to be in euphoria and within a couple of minutes he held still and I felt him twitch inside me and he groaned really loud and I knew he was pumping his cum into my virgin, bleeding ass. “OOOOOOHHHHHH Fuck bitch. You goddamn little cunt! FUCK!

I felt so violated and degraded as he emptied the contents of his balls into my bowels. But that was only the beginning of this horrifying experience.

He stayed in me for what seemed like forever, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, it came to a point I just wanted to go to sleep. Sadly the stranger had other ideas. I felt his arms go around my waist and suddenly I was being lifted. “I even have a room just for you down here.” The man said.
“Oh please no please. I just want to go home, please” I sobbed and was close to screaming. I was sore and had blood running down my thighs.
I was dragged into the room on the property, the one I was hoping had some sort of protection, I realized fast that we were all alone. I was sat down on a square of hay, only one of the several in the room. “Have you ever had a cock up you cunt before?” the man asked me. I was too afraid to speak and suddenly I felt a hard impact across my face. “Answer me!” he shouted. I slowly shook my head, whimpering. “So you’re a virgin huh!” He was overly happy and I had to try my best not to resist the urge to throw up. I heard the clicking of chains and looked up and very soon wished I hadn’t. One of the walls in this barn like room had chains and ropes and nails all attached to it. “Oh god” I whispered. I knew then that the pain I felt from him raping me in the ass was not going to be anything compared to what was about to happen.
I felt his calloused hand grab my arm, hard enough to leave a bruise. “Since you‘re a runaway there isn’t going to be any evidence of where I took you, where you are, or who you are with.” He was too happy that I was all his to play with. He started to drag me over to the wall and I screamed and struggled to get away “How do you feel about bondage?” He left the question hanging like he actually wanted a response. I just shook my head and continued sobbing. “Hey bitch, I’m talking to you!” he pushed me up against the wall to hard I thought it broke something. I also realized the more I didn’t cooperate the more pain I was going to be in. “I don’t know. I have never done it before.” He grinned at me, and I wished I had not said a word, but at least he didn’t hit me again. Instead he went to my shorts to take out my phone and he smashed it. Then he threw my shorts to me and told me to put them back on and stay right there. He went to the other side of the room and started talking on the phone. I was unable to understand anything he said, and I didn’t have the courage to get closer to listen. I did catch a couple of words such as “whore” “tight” “virgin” “runaway” those were the ones I felt were important anyway. When he returned he immediately grabbed one of my arms and pulled me up. “Change of plans bitch, we are going to see the wizard” He smashed my head into the wall and I blacked out.
When I woke up I wasn’t in the barn room anymore. There was no more hay sticking to my sweating skin. I was in a bed in a small room. My hands were tied above my head to the head board, and my legs were ties against each edge of the bed, making my vagina wide open. I no longer had any clothes on and I was wondering vaguely how they got them off with me asleep. I didn’t see any windows in the room I was in now but I did see a stair case. “I’m in the basement,” I said to myself out loud. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks, never had I felt so scared.
When I head the door at the top of the stairs open I wished terribly that I never left my house last night. “Thought I heard you crying,” it was the same man the picked me up but I realized very quickly that he wasn’t alone. “Does being tied up like that turn you on bitch?” he asked me. I immediately felt guilty because even though I was scared it did turn me on a little. The two men came down the stairs. “Let me introduce us. First I should let you know once you know our names you will never leave this room alive.” He grinned and his buddy started laughing. Obviously his buddy was a little less educated, he was the type you would see picking his nose and eating it. “My name is Jake,” the man from the car said. “And this is my idiot brother, Jim” Jim looked at me and told his brother that I was pretty. I had never felt so unclean because someone called pretty. I pulled at the ropes and Jake saw my struggle. “No point on wasting your time with that baby, we are going to keep you here as our sex slave.” Jake told Jim to go upstairs, as Jim ran up the stairs I was squirming from fear. “Please don’t rape me again,” I whispered to him. “Please, my parents will pay you money, I won’t tell anyone!” I was screaming by now because even as I was saying it he was on top of me rubbing his hands over my vagina. “You’re such a little slut. You’re so fucking wet. You love this!” He was getting rougher and rougher. It wasn’t hurting anymore though and wanted him to go faster and rub harder. I started moaning until I felt a shiver rack my body. I moaned and wished I hadn’t. “Ha! You did like it you fucking whore!” He looked at me and then rubbed the bulge that was showing through his pants. “You want me to put this in you?” he asked me. I shook my head. I was still hurting from the anal rape that he gave me. I didn’t need any more pain caused by a torn hymen. He growled and started untying my ankles from the bed. “Where are we going!” I screamed, for fear of where he was taking me next. He untied my hands from the bed and tied them in front of me, tight together but not tight to my body. He then slipped between my arms and body, so that my hands were tied up behind his back. He pushed me up against a wall and whispered in my ear, “I am going to take you in that bathroom and fuck you in the shower until you beg me to take you to the bed so I can fuck you some more.” A chill ran down my back, I knew he meant every word of it.

There will be more in the next story of course.

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