I was leaving the party because I had had too much to drink. I usually could hold my liquor but somehow my head was heavy, my sight was groggy and my feet felt limp. So I said goodbye to my friends and left, my house was close anyway. I lived in a small town in the countryside. Everybody knew everybody and you felt safe so I was not worried I would not get home ok. But boy was I wrong.
The effects of the booze were getting stronger, and I had to sit down for a minute. I closed my eyes and then blacked out where I sat on the sidewalk. I felt someone touch me, was I dreaming? I opened my eyes, said
"Who, who is it?"
but my sight was groggy, I could not see anything but bright lights from the lightposts. I was lifted up, I could feel two persons lifting me up and putting me inside a car. I fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later.
When I woke up I saw spots, my head was so heavy and my mouth was dry. God, why did I drink so much? I lifted my hand to hold my head, but my hand didn't make it the whole way up, why? I opened my eyes, I focused my sight, I fought the groggyness. I was handcuffed! Handcuffed to the wall, sitting on the floor. Ok what the hell??? Why? Where was I? I didn't recognize anything here! It was a raw room, big enough to hold a kingsized bed, a table and a chair. I was happy too see I was fullydressed, but now the panic settled in. Why was I bound? I started screaming.
"Hello! Helloooo! Help! Can anybody hear me?"
I yelled for some time. Finally I heard footsteps, so I yelled louder.
"Please, I am in here!"
The door was opened by a key, so I thought to myself, this is the person that is holding me in here, only they would have the key. So I shut my mouth, drew my legs closer, went in the corner and as close as I could to the wall. The door opened up and I saw a person emerging the room. He was a tall man, not very athletic, but I could see he was a strong man, reminded me of the farmers from my town. He walked in and then stood still. He had a skimask on so I couldn't see his face, his hair or anything that would tell me who he was. Then I heard another set of footsteps, another man walked in, he was also tall but scrawny, he didn't seem like he was as strong as the first one but he was alot bigger then I was. I started shaking, sitting there balled up on the floor in the corner. Tears came to my eyes and I wanted to speak but my dry mouth and my panic wouldn't allow me to so I sat there, shaking like a little bunny. The skimasked men closed the door, crossed their arms and looked at me for what seemed like forever. I started crying, what was happening? I had never been so scared. The scrawny one took steps and came closer to me, I jumped and tried to move away but I was cornered. He bent down and looked at me and I could see his eyes, they were green and he was inspecting my face, I had to assume he was taking a closer look at my fear. I looked away. They didn't say anything and the scrawny one stood up, walked back and together they walked out and closed the door, without saying a word.
I cried, and cried and cried. Why was this happening to me? Why me? I wasn't typically beautiful. I had a couple of extra pounds on me and the boys in my town didn't really spend alot of time on me. That's not to say I didn't have a couple of guys hitting on me and I had a friend with benefits but that never made it to a relationship, because I didn't want it to be. I was only 22 and I was in no hurry to get hitched to a guy I didn't really love. Just so you have a mental picture of me, I had long brown hair, blue eyes and dimples. I had pretty big breasts, big brown nipples and a big bouncy behind. As I said, I had a couple of extra pounds on but the were mostly on my breasts and ass.
I calmed down, tried to sleep, slept for a few minutes here and then woke up, slept for an hour there and woke up screaming. I was sweating and I felt awful. And then, I had to pee. I tried to hold it in but the pressure was to much so I called out:
"Hello, please, I have to pee! Can you help me? Please!"
A few minutes later when I thougt I couldn't hold it in any longer I heard footsteps. Thank god! I waited and then they opened the door, both of them came in and the farmboy bent over next to me and unhandcuffed me. They both lifted me up to my feet, who were shaking from fear as was my whole body. I started breathing rapidly and looked at them. They paid me no attention but pulled me out of the room and into the corridor. There I could see I must have been in a basement and in the next room was a small toilet. They let me go in and then I saw that there was no door on this bathroom. I said:
"Please, don't look at me..."
But they crossed their arms and stared at me. I had no choice, I was about to burst, so I sobbed and drew my pants down to my ancles, sat down and let go. The feeling was amazing but when I looked up they were still staring at me. The humiliation was too much so I covered my face and tears came rolling down. I was interrupted when the farmboy kicked the door so I took the hint, wiped off, stood up and pulled my pants up. I stood still and then they dragged me into "my" room again, handcuffed me and locked the door. I fell asleep again.
My room had no windows and no clocks so I didn't know what time it was. When I woke up I scanned my room and the door and thought about what was to happen to me. I was getting hungry and my stomach growled. I heard footsteps and the door opened up. There they were, both of them and they came into my room, closed the door and sat down on the bed. They stared at me and I had to speak.
"Why am I here?"
They looked at me but said nothing.
"Please, tell me why I am here, what are you
going to do to me?"
Tears came to my eyes and I waited for answers but none came.
"Please, I am begging you... please tell me..."
And then I saw them look at each other. The farmboy stood up, took off his shirt and threw it at the door. Oh god. No. The scrawny one sat still. The farmboy came closer to me and looked me straight in the eyes. He seemed to be smiling and he reached out and touched my cheek, he held it in his hand and for a moment it felt nice, but then he slapped me, not hard but hard enough to tell me who was the boss. He stroke my cheak where he hit me and was so gentle, but then slapped me again. I let out a small cry. He did this again and again, gentle and slap, gentle and slap. Then I spoke:
"Please stop, what are you going to do to me? Please, don't, please..."
He went to his pocket and got the key to my handcuffs and let me loose. I crawled as far into my corner as possible but there was no escape. He stood up and spoke for the first time. His voice was commanding and deep:
"Stand up."
I looked at him and froze.
"I said, stand up, don't make me tell you things twice, it will not end good for you, I promise".
I believed him, so reluctantly I stood up and faced him.
"Good" he said. "Now, undress".
