It has been thirty years since I was violated against my will by six strangers, and although I am ok to talk about it I have never taken the time to write the experience down. A friend suggested it a few years ago, saying it could be therapeutic but I had not gotten around to it until now. If you find this a little disturbing you can imagine how it must have been for me and perhaps by reading this you can appreciate what women go through during a rape.
It was actually 40 years ago when it happened. I was in my late teens and all was well with my world. I was dancing at a club downtown and lived about a twenty minute walk from our condo to my office. My daily ritual was pretty structured. I walked to the gym (about 10 minutes away) and did a rigorous aerobic routine for about 30 minutes. The irony is that I still do the same routine religiously every weekday. I am very vain and somewhat shallow and need the reassurance of knowing that I can still turn heads.
I had my breasts enlarged for my career and they were a full 34DD (they were actually a D, but my thin stature made them look a lot bigger). My sexual promiscuity has, unfortunately, got me into trouble on more than one occasion and I think it is really unfair that men cannot stop thinking with their dicks. Sure I could dress like a nun, but hey, that is just not me.
So, back to the day in question. We had just had a time change and it was getting dark early again. My route from home to work took me through a park. I could bypass the area, but that took 15 minutes longer so I never did. I had been cautioned by my boss not to walk through the park and I finally told him that I didn't anymore. I was tired of the nagging.
On this particular day I was in the lobby of the building where I lived when a delivery came. The courier, a tall, quite muscular black man with a goatee walked in and handed me a package. I noticed him staring at my chest, which I always find flattering. I was wearing a blue sweat top because I changed into my dance costume at the club.
I looked at the package and I realized it was the wrong address. The courier looked at it, grunted and more or less left without saying much. I continued with my day and never thought any more about it. I left the building and began my walk to the club.
I had just entered the park, the way I always do and walked briskly, as the fall air was getting quite chilly. I thought I saw some movement ahead, but it was dark so I could not be sure. A moment later I felt an arm around my waist and another over my mouth. I tried to scream but his powerful hand cupped my mouth. Suddenly I felt two hands on my ankles and I was swooped up and carried through the darkness. They set me down and I felt tape of some sort bind my wrists from the back. A bag was placed over my head and I heard a car door open. I was pushed in and I could feel one of the men slide in beside me. I heard the front door slam and assumed the other was driving. We drove about 45 minutes and I was quite frightened at what was happening to me.
The man beside me was uttering comments about my body. He said I had nice tits and suddenly his hand groped them. I tried to shrug away but there was no use. He also started to feel me up pulling at my panties and crudely sticking his finger inside me. It was disgusting and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. We finally came to a stop and I was dragged from the car. I was taken through what seemed a door to some sort of room and when I heard a door behind me close the bag over my head was removed.
It took me a few minutes to become accustomed to the light and I realized I was in an old house. I was staring at four men, two seated on a couch and two in chairs. They were smiling and one made the comment that 'Lionel' did well. He had a greasy smirk on his face and the thought of his filth turned my stomach. One of the men behind me grunted and I assumed he was Lionel. I turned and was shocked. It was the courier who had stopped in my building. I tried to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth the back of his hand swung across my face. He told me to shut up. I obeyed.
The other man, who had taken me was smaller in stature than Lionel, and had funny, pointed hair and a very pointed beard. He resembled a black leprechaun. Two of the men in front of me were also quite large and very black skinned. They smiled and their teeth sparkled. One was totally bald and the other looked like Sydney Portier. The two on the couch just sat there. One was white and one was black, but they were much younger than the others. I looked around, as much as I dared and saw only blackness outside. I was told that I could scream all I wanted to because we were on a farm and no one would hear.
The man who resembled Sydney Portier seemed to be in charge. He looked me up and down and explained that all they wanted was to have a little fun. He said that Tyrone, the younger black on the couch was a virgin and I had been selected to initiate him into manhood. I shivered at the prospect and stared at Tyrone. He looked back but said nothing.
Sydney told me that they wouldn't hurt me if I obeyed. The more I struggled and opposed the worse it would be. I wasn't about to give in so quickly and when the leprechaun moved in front of me I spat on his face. I could see the flare in his eyes, but the laughter from his friends was humiliating and he slapped me across the face. He called me a bitch and hit me again. I began to cry and just stood there. He reached down and slowly pushed my track pants down.
Next I felt Lionel cut the tape which bound my hands, but he held them tightly. I could feel his strength and was not about to try and pry free. The leprechaun took out a knife and cut my hoody. Lionel again using tape bound my wrists behind me. I saw the men staring at my chest as my breasts pushed forward because of my arms tied behind my back. I also knew my nips were poking forward and wished now that I was not a large as I was.
