Author's Note:
If you are not comfortable with stories involving non-consensual sexual acts, sex slavery, and human trafficking, turn back now.
This story is 100% fiction. If you see anything resembling these acts, report it to the authorities immediately. The author does NOT in ANY way condone ANYTHING that happens in this story happening in real life.
Again, if you are not comfortable with this type of story, do NOT continue reading. You have been warned.
Helen got off of work on a Friday evening. She was looking forward to a date she would be having. It would be the first date she had been on since college. She was 23, and out of school for a year and had gotten a job supporting the sales team for a major electronics company. It wasn't quite what she had wanted, but it would be enough to pay her bills and put on a resume. She had been there right at a year and had thought that had been enough time in a job to start applying for other, better ones, which she had intended to do starting next week.
As far as tonight went, though, she was a virgin and wondered if that would be a turnoff for the guy, someone named Andrew that she had met on a dating app. She hoped not. She hoped the date went well. She had never been in a serious relationship because most of the guys she had went on dates with ran off and soon as they found out she wanted to wait until marriage to lose her virginity. This particular app she had used, though, was made especially for Christians who wanted to wait. She hoped this one would work out.
She went home and started to get ready for the date. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, but tried to ignore them. She took off all of her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a thin frame, small breasts, and a full bush that she'd never bothered to shave because she didn't expect anyone to see for a long time. She'd worry about shaving or waxing it then, depending on what they wanted.
She got into the shower and washed her long, light brown hair. The particular sect of Christianity she belonged to forbade women to cut their hair or wear makeup. She washed the rest of herself and got out. She went to her bedroom and put on her clothes. Her religion also told women they had to wear those long skirts that went down to their ankles. She put her skirt on, a cute white blouse, and put her hair into a ponytail.
It was now 7:00 and Andrew should be arriving any minute. Sure enough, he texted her and told her he was there. She walked down the four floors of her apartment building and saw Andrews Ford Focus. He got out of his car and walked over to the passenger side. She smiled at him and began walking towards him.
She thought he was extremely cute. He had short black hair, was quite muscular, and was wearing black slacks and a grey button-up shirt with a black tie. He was very handsome.
He smiled back at her and stuck out his hand. She shook it. She expected that most people would probably hug or something, but her religion also forbade any close, intimate contact with the person they were courting until their wedding day. She had told him this while they were messaging. It was something she had been nervous about, but he didn't seem to mind.
"It's so great to finally meet you," he said. "I sure hope the lord has blessed us with good luck on this date. You look very pretty."
"Why, thank you," she said, blushing. "And you look mighty handsome yourself."
He opened her door and she got in. He went to the driver's side and got in. They were to go bowling and headed off to the alley.
They made small talk about themselves. She found out that he belonged to the same denomination that she did! She knew then that God had indeed blessed her.
After a while, she was starting to think that they should have already gotten to the bowling alley. They should have still been in the city, but now they were in a much less populated area.
"Where are we going? Isn't the bowling alley the other way?" she said, confused. Maybe he had a different one in mind. She saw his expression totally change from genial to sinister.
"Oh, ha. We're not going bowling," he said with a creepy smile.
"Then where are we going?" she asked, beginning to panic.
"Somewhere far away," he said seriously.
What in the world did he mean by that? She was really starting to panic now. If this was a joke, it was some sick one. She could tell by the look in his eyes, though, that this wasn't a joke. She began to really panic now. They had just hit the freeway and were going 80 miles an hour. There was no way she could get out of the car now. She started to bawl her eyes out, which got her a quick, hard slap in the face.
"Shut the fuck up," he said. "You do as I fucking tell you, you little cunt. Understand?"
She didn't understand at all. What was happening? Was he going to kill her? Or, even worse in her mind, rape her? She'd rather die a virgin that lose her virginity before marriage. She believed it would be a one-way ticket to hell, even if it wasn't her fault. She thought it best to obey him, which was what she was supposed to do anyway since she'd always been told that women were inferior to men, so she nodded her head.
"Good. Now. In the glove box, there is a cloth and a bottle of chloroform. I need you to wet the rag and inhale it until you pass out," he said, clinically.
Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking uncontrollably. She began to silently pray that God would protect her. It helped a little, but in no way made her feel especially comfortable. Her trust in Jesus, she opened the glove box and did as she was told. Within seconds, she was asleep.
She woke up not knowing how much time had passed or where she was. For a split second, she was at home in her own bed, and this had all been a nightmare, but it was far from it. She had been blindfolded and her hands and legs tied.
"What's happening? Where are we? What's going to happen?" she asked, frantically. He slapped her.
"You'll find out soon enough," he said.
She didn't answer. She just cried like mad and prayed. Prayer was the only thing she had. It was all in the lord's hands now. She just hoped he'd pull through.
After about another hour of Andrew driving and singing along to some noisy type of metal music, the car stopped.
"Well, we're here," he said. "This is where we part. It sure was a pleasure. I think our date went extremely well."
She didn't reply. She just braced herself for another slap, but it never came. She could hear footsteps and a woman's voice tell some other people to get her out. She didn't want to imagine what was about to happen to her. She was now wishing for death, but somehow knew that that wasn't going to happen.
"Thanks so much, Andrew. Go see Tom and get your check. Your work here is done," said the woman. The woman was tall, slender, and wearing a skimpy black dress with black high heels. Her red hair was put up in a tight bun. She was wearing dark eyeshadow, and deep red lipstick.
Andrew thanked her and walked off. The woman came to the car, took Helen's chin and lifted her head up.
"Well, besides the tears, snot, and you being an all-out mess, you're fucking beautiful. You'll be great. Anyway, you're about to be strapped to a gurney and brought to our booking room. Gentlemen, take her away.
Helen allowed herself to be taken by three big men and indeed was strapped down. She was too exhausted to move, or even think. There was nothing she could do.
After a few minutes of what she could tell were an elevator going down and several hallways, she was stopped. The men stood her up.
The room she was in looked like a doctor's office. The men were huge and of different races, all dressed in black. They all went and stood back at the door in silence.
"So. Helen is it? Doesn't matter. Your ours for the next three days. We got 100 men lined up for you to pleasure. We are an organization that provides women for men to use sexually. They pay us top dollar. Thing is, they want someone to sit still and let them do whatever they want, unlike street or brothel prostitution were whores are able to choose what they allow the men to do to them, for the most part anyway. Now, you are not a prostitute, you are basically a sex doll. You will be tied down and not allowed to move while these men fuck you. Understand?" said the woman.
"Please don't screw me. Please! Just let me go! I won't tell anybody. I don't even care if you kill me, just please don't do that!" She said.
One of the men came over and took out a stun gun. He shocked her once. She screamed in pain. She almost fell right down, but the man held her up.
"Well, one thing we promise, is that no one will put anything in your vagina. We don't know if you're on birth control or not, but we can't have you getting pregnant. It will not be penetrated. Again, we promise this," the woman said.
Somehow, this made her feel better. She'd get to go to Heaven! No matter what they did to her, it would one day all go away, and she could be with her lord and savior.
"No, we only use virgins, and all of our, for lack of a better word, devices remain virgins while they're with us. Technically," the woman said with a chuckle, drawing out the last word. "We only allow oral and anal penetration."
What!? She was sure anal would be even more painful that vaginal. She started crying, trying like hell not to let it boil into a full-blown fit again. Would she really even be a virgin after anal penetration? She had known some girls from church who had done this, and they swore that they would not go to hell. She hoped they were right.
"Now you've got the basics. Take her away," the woman said.
Helen was taken back to what looked like a doctor's office. The nurses measured her and took her pulse and temperature. They ran some basic health tests. They checked her hymen to see if it was intact and gave her a pap smear and an enema, which were all extremely humiliating.
Afterwards, a doctor walked in. He was a small, older gentleman in a typical doctor's uniform. He walked around her and gave her a onceover, writing down notes.
"You are are 5'6" and 121 lbs. That's a bit fatter than most of our men like, but in the end, they don't really care as long as they get their dick wet," he said in a thick German accent. His words hurt her. She never considered herself big, nor did most people. What kind of sick people were these? The man continued.
"Your breasts have been measured at 34B, your waist at 24 inches, and your hips at 36. Your breasts are about right, if slightly too big, but again, it should be fine. All of your vitals are good and you have no diseases or infections. You see, all of our clients are screened for sexually transmitted infections, so that shouldn't be a problem."
The word "shouldn't" didn't sound good, but she figured it couldn't be helped.
"Okay, then. Men, take her to the grooming chamber," the doctor said. The men grabbed her and led her down a dark hallway into a room that looked much like a salon, only much more bare. At this point, Helen was reduced to crying and exhaustion.
The men strapped her to a table stood back. In walked a tall, slim, young black woman with an afro and nothing but a white apron.
