I Was Missing For Months Part Two

I Was Missing For Months Part Two

These are my stories, do not copy them or rewrite them.

Note to readers: There are extreme non-consent events BDSM. Names have been changed. Not your thing I'm sorry.

Just some clarity for readers from part one, Andi had previously disassociated when she was gang raped in the club at Hill Top. The Mayo Clinic calls the period Andi was undergoing a fugue on the yacht and it can last for months or years. On top of that disassociative Amnesia can happen with memory loss that may never return.

We first met Andi here:

https://www.literotica.com/s/i-was-missing-for-months-pt-01

The door to my room opened up and Karen was looking in on me. I looked up and caught her eye.

She said, "Andi?"

I nodded and she said, "Oh thank God, you're back with us! Are you hungry?"

"Starving, " I was going to be minimalistic now.

She turned and walked out of the door. I stood and walked to the door and tested the knob. I was still a prisoner.

I looked at the inside of both my elbows, there were old, healed IV scars on the inside of my arms. I crossed my left leg over my right knee, there were puncture marks between my big toe and the second toe. I checked the other foot and there was nothing.

I wondered if I was addicted to heroin or something. I probably, needed to turn this around if I was going to survive.

She returned with some fruit and fresh bread on a plate and a bowl of yogurt with blue berries.

She set the dishes on the bed and I took the bowl of yogurt and ate it slowly, savoring the feeling in my mouth. I grabbed some of the bread and wiped out the yogurt, taking small bites. I looked at her and asked, "Is it possible for me to have some water?"

She nodded but stayed put. The fruit was green grapes and slices of green apples.

The door opened and it was the woman that had beat me.

It was a spontaneous reaction and I was on top of her and I had her hair in my hands and slammed her head on the deck repeatedly. I was slamming my knee in her cunt simultaneously and finished off by destroying her nose. That took less than a minute and I jumped up and Karen looked stupefied. I advanced on her and she held her hands up to cover her face and I kicked her between her legs, read cunt, striking her with the top of my foot, once, then twice. It was Ginnie II and I had to not be consumed by vengeance.

I stood listening, gathering my breath and heard no one that seemed to be coming.

I was six months pregnant which meant it was late June or early July. I checked out both their pockets and they each had box cutter utility knives like the nine-eleven skyjackers used.

I could not feel the engines, no vibration. We were tied up somewhere.

I used the box cutters to cut up the denim pants of both women and bound their hands behind their back and then bound them at the ankles and connected their ankles to their hands and stuffed some of the denim into their mouths.

I walked out into the corridor and noticed that we were tied up to a dock and there was an old craftsman style home on the side of a hill maybe a half a mile away. I kept on walking and found the ramp and simply walked on down and walked away from the home and found a two lane road and started walking. The road was warm and I was bare foot. Bare foot and pregnant.

I went around a corner and there was a ferry terminal half a mile away. I walked slowly to it. My feet were cut up now, but I had to proceed. There were cars in line and there was a Washington State Patrolman standing there and I slowly walked up to him.

He saw that I was in trouble and trotted towards me, "Can I help you ma'am?"

"I've been captive on that yacht since New Year's Eve and sexually assaulted, it's the Seahawks owner's yacht."

"Ma'am, he died in February."

"I'm married and I have kids and teach kindergarten in Seattle. Please for the love of God, get me off this island before they take me back. Call my parents number in Seattle."

I gave him my parent's number and he talked to someone and hung up.

He said, "Come with me, " and he held my hand and opened the door to the front seat of his white SUV and helped me into the seat. He noticed that I was bleeding from my feet and came back with some water, gauze wrap and adhesive tape and washed my feet and bound them. He gave a bottle of water and two aspirin. He buckled me in the seat belt.

He walked around and got in the driver's seat and said some mumbo jumbo that ended up with, "First in line for ferry, enroute to Anacortes Hospital."

He asked, "Are you hungry?"

I said, "I've been on that yacht since New Year's eve last year. I held my arms up. There are recently healed up puncture marks on the inside of my arms for IV inserts. Between my big toe and next toe on my left foot there are puncture marks. They forced me to have sex on the yacht with a lesbian and a shemale, I think I'm pregnant from that. They started to beat me and whip my breasts. I started singing to my mom in my head and I don't remember anything else. A plastic surgeon inserted breast enhancements and pierced my nipples, there are four chrome rings on each of my labia and I have a diamond in my clitoral hood. I think until the last week or so I've been intravenously fed until recently."

I went on, "I think it's likely that I'm awash in STDs. I'm almost certain that my family knows and I've lost or will lose the love of my life, my husband Doug and my kids. Can I possibly use your phone to call someone for help. I will reimburse you for the call."

He handed me his cell phone and I dialed their number from my memory. It rang twice.

"Mikey? It's Andi, I'm in bad, bad trouble. I was kidnapped and I'm headed to a hospital in Anacortes. I'm almost certain I've lost Doug and my babies and my parents. Please don't desert me."

"We're in Renton, we'll be in the car and be there as soon as we can. Love you little girl."

I lost it and started crying my heart out.

The state patrolman took the phone back.

Then he said, "Why do you think you've lost your parents?"

I said, "Did you talk to my mom?"

He nodded.

I said, "Did she ask to talk to me?"

He said, "No, no she did not."

I cried and cried.

The state patrolman bought me two long hot dogs with mustard and some krinkle cut French fries and some water. I ate them slow. They were hot and juicy and salty, the buns were fresh.

I was free, but full of dread. Once we left the island, there was a stop at another island then we landed in Anacortes and we arrived at the hospital. It was old, but clean and had that smell and remote beeping noises. The ER people were expecting me and they put me into this large room with curtains and they helped me take my clothes off and one of the nurses said, "Oh my God. Your back is scarred badly."

"I was kidnaped and put on a yacht, they whipped me front and back, made me have sex. There is semen in my anus and my cunt. I have no memory past the whipping and when I was impregnated. There are IV marks inside my elbows and puncture wounds between my toes on my left foot, big toe and second toe."

I went on, "I woke up this morning and got away. I have to thank the state patrolman for his help."

Then Pele was yelling, "I am her attorney of record and she called me for help, I will shut down this pissant operation and own it within a year if you don't get your hands off me. Mikey don't."

I screamed, "Pele, Mikey help me!"

She and Mikey were there, I was crying, "Look what they did to me, my back is scarred up, they whipped these, "I said pointing at the basketballs on my chest, "they put huge bags of silicone in me. They put me on (rhymes with Porn Cub) Ryan Bryans was in a scene with me and she told me they'd pay me big money to go away. Pele I lost it I don't remember anything since the fat old woman was whipping my tits until this morning. There's cum in my cunt and ass too."

"I'm so scared, my parents know about all of this somehow and I suspect that if I'm not divorced, I will be."

She came over as did Mikey on both sides of you and Pele said, "Mommy's got you."

I was in the hospital for four days. Washington State Patrol (WSP) Detectives interviewed me and took pictures. I was going to have a girl and I was just entering the seventh month. Doug had filed for divorce and there was a restraining order and a no contact order. He had asked for primary custody with no visitation citing that as a porn star I was an unfit mother.

Porn site (rhymes with Porn Cub) had paid me, as in somebody had forged my name. Despite being in a fugue I was ambulatory even to make over two hundred hours of scenes. I was a hot wife and cuckolded fake husbands. I did cuckquean videos where I ate cum out of teenager's cunts. There were ten very popular videos in Japan where I was fucked by Japanese men.

Pele sued the Barlen Estate, Karen McGee, the porn site (rhymes with Porn Cub), the WSP detectives found the surgeon who put skin grafts on my tits and the breast enhancements and all the jewelry in my cunt. It was done at Swedish Hospital in Seattle. She was arrested.

Pele suited that outfit. Ryan Bryans was sued, she was arrested for abuse of a defenseless woman. The State of Washington Attorney General. Once that hit the CNN, MSNBC and the Seattle Times, my mother came to visit me. Pele had me meeting with both a psychiatrist and a psychologist and they were with me when she came to visit me.

I was living with Pele and Mikey at that point I was thirty eight weeks pregnant, free of STDs which was a miracle. I had cut most of my hair off with some shears. All of my jewelry down below was gone. I was going to visit a plastic surgeon to see about breast reduction surgery but I was going to have to nurse my new baby in a few weeks.

She had a dress on, light yellow, a cotton dress with a high collar and buttons in front. She had simple sandals on. It was a nice morning. A little sliver of my heart prayed that she'd bring the twins, hoping against hope is what I had going on I guess. She was alone.

I had an old band tee shirt for Jethro Tull announcing Locomotive Breath and a pair of plain sweat pants. No make up.

We were in the family room off the kitchen. My mom, the shrinks, Pele and me.

She stared at me and said, "I had no idea you were pregnant. What were you thinking?"

"I was restrained when I was raped and after the twins Doug had a vasectomy and I was not on the pill."

"Your father and Doug watched that, you were not raped," she said with scorn on her face.

Pele said, "She has suffered from extensive vaginal and anal tearing, over and over again, which is why the State of Washington has seized the Barlen yacht. She will have C-Section to deliver the baby, and needs surgery to repair the damage."

Then Pele said, "Stand up Andi and turn around away from your mom and pull up your shirt and show your back to your mom."

I did that and mom screamed, "Oh my God Andi! Why didn't you fight back?"

Pele nodded her head to the psychiatrist, Dr. Sandi Fitzgerald who stood up and said, "Ma'am. I'm a psychiatrist you can call me Sandi. Very soon into this and this is the last thing Andi recalls, is being trussed up in a room and whipped, her breasts that is, and they were bleeding. She began to disassociate, the last thing she recalls is singing to you and your husband on a picnic, this song called Gloria, she said you used to love it when she sang to you."

"Andi was in a fugue, her personality had shifted into the back ground. We have no sense of multiple personalities, just that her mind was protecting itself. She is alert now and has memories up to that moment and sense coming out of it. She has disassociative amnesia now about that whole six month period. She may never, ever recover those memories. Andi she could no more have fought back during that time than jumped to the moon and back."

I said, "Mom, did Doug and Dad get a leather bound DVD case of all my movies, or do they just have it digitally?"

"Poor tragic Doug, he must have suffered so fucking much. You can stuff your fucking attitude up your ass. Does Dougie have somebody giving him solace now?"

She looked away.

"Well good, maybe she and Dougie and can watch me on the big screen while they fuck each other. Get the fuck out of my face, I need a mother like you, well I don't. Being around you is like getting whipped again."

She said, "I deserved that. I can't begin to understand what you've been through."

I said, "I've been free for almost two months. Thanks for thinking of me. Is it Erika in his office?"

Her head was looking at the floor and she nodded.

"He fucked her a couple of times when I was pregnant with the twins and then last year at a company retreat. I have tapes. I want custody and I do not want him. The tapes will go to CNN and the Seattle Times by Wednesday. It's time for you to go.

You and dad and everyone else are dead to me. It'd be easier if you just forgot that I ever lived."

Pele Marie was born a week later, a little earlier than I expected. The shemale was not the Father. I had a beautiful little girl who had a black father. That happened when I was fugued up.

Doug and Erika and the twins went missing the week the tapes showed up at CNN and the Seattle Times. Pele and Mikey suggested the Maldives Islands as where they went.

End I Was Missing For Months Part Two

Part three soon, what kind of a life now?