CHAPTER 1: KAMALA GETS SNATCHED
I record these events in my journal with the hope of confronting what happened so I can one day fully process it. And to remind myself that my value as a future wife was not lost because of what was taken from me during that nightmarish week.
I had recently turned 18 and I had no issue with being a virgin. I was raised by a conservative Muslim family and I was pleased to live up to the rules I was raised with, especially for my future husband. I was of Palestinian descent, average height for a woman, curvy but not fat, naturally light brown skin, shoulder length black hair, and tiny A cups.
Unlike most of the girls I went to high school with, I was happy if my nearly flat chest meant that guys wouldn't look at me often. That kept temptation at bay and ensured my living up to the familial expectations I respected. Unfortunately, that feature was not a turn-off for those guys who abducted me that horrible afternoon I am now getting to in this memoir.
I was returning from the tour of the community college I would be starting my freshman year at next month. Instead of staying inside the lobby and calling my dad to pick me up, as planned, I instead decided to walk the third of a mile down the secluded road that led to a diner whose coffee I really enjoyed. That was the worst mistake of my life.
It was a mild early summer afternoon so I wore a light jacket over a tennis shirt that had three buttons at the top and a pair of blue jeans. I was quite comfortable and listening to some music on my cell phone while I walked. As I was close to halfway to my destination, with a small wooded area on each side, I didn't see a man poke out from behind a thick oak tree. He aimed some weird-looking gun at me and fired a small dart. It hit me on the left leg just below my buttocks and within seconds I fell to the ground. Whatever drug was in it didn't put me to sleep but simply rendered me fully paralyzed.
The guy stepped from behind the tree and sent some type of signal through his cell phone. He then ran and put me on my back. He was some middle-aged guy with a graying beard who was missing several teeth. I could tell that because he smiled as he looked me over, his eyes focusing on my nearly flat chest and my facial features.
I struggled to move my arms and legs, not to mention my mouth to utter a scream. But the only part of my voluntary functions that I still had control over was my eyelids. It seems I was injected with a very fast-acting and near-total paralysis drug of some kind. I had heard of such chemicals being developed and used in Japan, but I never expected to have them used against me.
After a few seconds of admiring me, he hit a button on his cell phone and said, "I got her! And I really like this catch!"
Within moments a large Mercedes-Benz exited a rarely traveled side road and pulled up to us. My main abductor picked me up and pushed me in the back seat, getting in beside me. He was obviously in charge, and the darkly clad man who was driving seemed to be in his employ.
"Drive down the route I told you," my main abductor said. "I'm gonna stay in back here and... get acquainted with our catch. She's gonna net us a decent amount of scratch from the Croatians who are buying, but they won't be picking her up for a few days. So, no reason we can't have some fun in the meantime."
"Are you sure you should, ya know, do that, Mac?" the driver asked.
"Hey, I never promised them anything pure," Mac replied as he looked me over again. "Just something pleasant to look at. They won't know it was us. Now, stop bitchin' and drive on, or you won't get to touch any of this tonight."
"Fine, fine," the driver said as he hit the accelerator. "You're the boss."
We started moving on, pulling off onto another scarcely traveled side road. Mac looked me over again and I trembled as my eyes teared. I was horrified at being helpless before such a man, but there was nothing I could do.
"Oh, yesss..." he murmured as he started feeling my tiny A cups over the shirt.
My eyes started tearing, but that was the closest I could come to crying. In the meantime, my main abductor began having his twisted fun with me. First, he kissed on my face a bit. Then he moved to my mouth, where he kissed me really intensely and soon managed to push his tongue inside of it. I was mortified, as I wanted my future husband to be the first man who ever kissed and touched me.
I was really shuddering as he started undoing the three buttons at the top of my tennis shirt. Then he pulled that part of the shirt open, exposing a lot of the skin on my upper chest and likely the top part of my bra.
"Whoa," he said with an evil grin as he started kissing and running his tongue all over the exposed part of my chest and what would have been my cleavage area if my boobs were more sizable. He then stuck his hand inside the opening of the shirt and felt all over the front of my bra, the palms of his hands getting an ample supply of my flat-ish boobs.
Within several minutes he had pulled the shirt off my right shoulder and also slipped the strap of my bra down from it. He then started zealously feeling and kissing on my exposed shoulder.
"Can't you wait till we get to the safe house, Mac?" the driver asked. "It's only 20 minutes away. And hidden really well in these woods!"
The man whose name I now learned was Mac was so busy kissing all over my face, mouth, neck, exposed chest area, and left shoulder that he barely heard his lackey. "Just shut up and drive, man."
I began trembling again with the realization of what would await me at the hands of those two men once we reached what the driver called the "safe house."
CHAPTER 2: NO SAFETY AT THE SAFE HOUSE
We soon arrived at the safe house, which was a big cabin located behind a group of trees and thickets that looked as if they had been planted there deliberately to conceal the cabin.
As the big guy, whose name I would learn was Boon, carried me to the cabin slumped over his shoulder, Mac grew excited when he saw my top slip down, exposing the middle and small of my back. Which meant my bra strap had become visible.
"Whoa!" Mac yelled as he ran directly behind Boon. First he began kissing all over the skin near my bra strap, and then he started playing with the strap itself, pulling and snapping it against my back a few times before unhooking it.
Then, much as I feared, he caught sight of my buttocks as it lay on Boon's shoulder. I shuddered at the thought of how appealing it must have looked to him. He soon showed me how much when he smacked it a few times before squeezing both of the cheeks over my pants. Then he started rubbing his face into the crotch area just below the crack and barely above my vag.
I was horrified even more when he tried pulling the back of my jeans down to expose as much of the crack and cheeks as he could. He was only able to get a small part of the crack visible, which was enough to make him yell, "Oh, yes!"
He immediately started kissing the small part of the crack he exposed, as well as poking his finger into it. Then he started moving his tongue over it, stumbling a few times as he attempted to do this while Boon kept moving while carrying me. I couldn't see any of those vile things he was doing to my rear end, of course, but I could certainly feel them, and I cannot put into words how much I wanted to scream for help and beg him to stop.
"Hurry and get her to the cabin, willya, Boon?" Mac nagged. "And when we do, I get to have her first!"
"Okay, and okay," Boon said in a flustered tone as he picked up his pace.
Within minutes we were inside the cabin and Boon carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the queen-sized bed and I landed on my back. A very eager Mac crawled onto the mattress and within seconds his hands were feeling all over my flat-ish chest before the pulled the unbuttoned top open and started kissing all around my exposed chest. I tried to scream in horror, but couldn't move my mouth.
Speaking of which, his lips pressed up against mine again, and he kissed me deeply once more, his hands feeling all over my chest and down over my crotch area several times, both grabbing and massaging it over the jeans.
Next, I shuddered in terror as he pulled off my shirt and already unhooked bra, his eyes widening with depraved glee when he saw my tiny A cup boobs. "Oh, man! Lookit those!" he shouted. "Just look at those tiny tits and brown nips!"
He then began kissing all over them like crazy, while alternately sucking on the nipples and massaging them with his fingers. Afterwards he kissed all over my stomach, sometimes running his tongue over my brown skin. As the kissing began gradually moving further downwards I again tried (but failed) to scream, knowing what where his interest would be focusing next.
First he rubbed his face into my crotch over the jeans for a bit before he started unbuttoning & unzippering them. He pulled them down and smiled when he saw my panties. *No, please no....* I was thinking frantically as he slipped them down to reveal the thatch of black pubic hair.
"Yes! She's got a bush! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Mac rudely announced before he started kissing all over my pelvic hair, as well as using his finger tips to play with it.
After a minute or so of that he was kissing and licking around my vag, then inserting a finger into it several times. Then I came close to succeeding in opening my mouth to emit a horrified scream as he sat up, removed his shirt, and started undoing his pants. That anticipatory grin on his face made it clear how deeply thrilled he was at what he was going to do next.
*No...* I thought again as I realized I was about to experience the next phase of this nightmarish violation.
A few seconds later he was on top of me and inside of me, thrusting in and out with a gradually increasing speed. It felt awful to me, but I could do nothing about it. To him, however, it appeared to be pure ecstasy as he moaned, took deep breathes, and kept repeating, "oh, yes," "oh, yessss...!"
When he finally climaxed, it was intense, and he all but shouted with pleasure. As for me, tears were running out of my eyes as I again tried (and once more failed) to scream in horror.
