Rape sex

Evening Since the rape I have hibernated. Took the phone off the hook and slept most of the time. After those animals left I took a long, long, long shower, I just sat on the shower floor and let the water flow over me. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. They have given me a deadline and its halfway to Saturday already. I will ring Matt. I just can’t yet I will later today.

Thursday 19 September 2002
Morning I spoke with Matt. It was difficult. I cried a lot vegas rape story. He’s coming over here soon. I’m just resigned to the fact that I’ve got to go through with this.

Night. Matt’s been and gone. He wanted to stay all night with me but I still need to be alone. He didn’t try to make love which is good as I’m not ready yet, but I do need somebody to hug me. He simply held my hands as he talked to me. I realize now that this is as bad for him as it is for me. He was bashed severely, his nose is broken and he has two black eyes. I’m not marked at all, despite what I went through, they obviously didn’t want to damage the merchandise. Matt was trapped into this, he tells me he was forced and I really do believe him rough sex and rape. He also tells me he truly loves me. I hope that is true because I still care very much for him. But, we are in grave danger if we don’t go through with it, I am sure that they will carry out their threats.

I am told that the corporate boss who ordered it is named Leroy and he always gets what he wants. So that’s it, I have to submit to intimate photographs to be taken of my body, plus ones of me having sex and to top it all a video is to be taken of the entire session. Matt tells me a package will arrive for me tomorrow with directions.

Friday 20 September 2002.

The package arrived. Its typewritten and unsigned. It carries a set of instructions.

I am to go to a certain warehouse tomorrow at 2pm which has been prepared for the event extreme rape revenge. I am to wear a light sun dress with spaghetti straps, bikini panties and sandals. No bras or hose. I am to also take a nightdress. I am to make up my eyes with heavy shadow, rouge on my cheeks and put on bright red lipstick. I am to completely save off all of my pubic hair. OH GOD, I CANT GO THROUGH WITH THIS…….. I am advised that when I reach the warehouse, there will be several men present. They will be the photographer ( MATT I GUESS), A lighting technician, A video camera operator, My sex partner ( TERRY ?) and the director. I am told that I am not to acknowledge any of the men but to go and sit on a bed which will be positioned in the middle of the floor and wait for instructions from the director. There are also two tablets in the envelope which I am told to take just before I leave for the warehouse valentine s night rape. It says they are to calm my nerves.

I feel sick.

But I have to go through with it.

Saturday 21 September 2002 1.30 pm.

Well I’m prepared and ready to go.

Matt rang to make sure that I will be there.

I’ll be there.

God I look like a tart !!! Heavy make up is not my style. But I do like the look of myself in the mirror, if the circumstances were different I would look and feel hot. My sundress is white and almost shear fake rape. It is low cut, my breast cleavage is very obvious, my nipples poke through the thin material, not only nipples, my areola’s are also visible if you look closely. The outline of my pink bikini panties is also visible. My ass looks particularly shapely in this dress, the twin globes of each cheek straining against the tight material. Even my pubic mound, my mound of venus, is protruding as the material is taut across my flat stomach.

I have shaved my pubic hair off several times before, but it was always for a lover, not for Leroy, who is sitting in his office at the head of the fashion house, pulling the strings making this happen. Oh well very soon he will be viewing my bald beaver and there is not a thing I can do about it.

I have just taken the pills that they supplied for me and I have called for a taxicab to take me to the warehouse.