Rape by Crystall Bws (best english books to read TXT) 📕

I woke up in restraints, my head was spinning continuously and I was left naked on the cold, rock floor. I couldn't remember what happened before I was like this, I think I was walking home and some cloth was over my mouth and I dozed off. My eyes froze in shock when I saw myself here, Tears ran down my delicate cheeks and I felt ashamed of myself. I knew something bad was going to happen, something that will leave emotional scars within me till the day I die. I screamed for help, no sound could be heard. I was gagged. I faced difficulty in breathing and I just wanted to die at that moment even though nothing bad happened yet. I put much force into getting out of the bondage but it was of no use, they were buckled too tightly that I could not move an inch. I remember that my family told me to come home early, they must be worried sick. My father, Samuel Jones was a rich businessman along with my mother. I was their only child and they loved me to bits. They fulfilled every demand of mine and treated me like their son. I wish I had a sibling, It was a lonely childhood but I went through it. I am now 17 and I am the heartthrob in college. I am excellent at studies and I am currently studying to be a scientist, I love science. I used to hate maths and all the other subjects because I was awful at them. I failed in all the other subjects except science. I got the highest marks. Tears ran down my cheeks while thinking of the fabulous memories I had. I suddenly heard an eerie of laughter coming towards me. I tried my best to get out of my restraints but it was of no use. I thought it was someone to help me but I was mistaken...

 4 men came laughing, beginning to unzip their trousers, walking towards me. I looked away, I couldn't believe this was happen. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING. THIS IS ALL A DREAM, RIGHT? I was mistaken. They began to whistle and look at my bare, nude body. I was helpless. I shaked the bondage hoping for it to come off but no, They had a good grip on it and began, intense pain going through my whole body. I squealed, nobody could hear. They all took turns and spent one good hour penetrating their garbage up my vagina. A pool of blood streamed across the room and my eyes froze, locked onto the blood. Tears ran down my cheeks while the 4 men were in pleasure, delight and joy. And on the other side was me, Dominated, Used, in pain. The trauma was unbearable. I couldn't face myself. What would the society say? Will anybody understand me? Will people support me? Or will I be asked questions such as, "What were you wearing?"? All theese questions were spinning through my mind. They laughed and teased me. They also beat me brutally and whispered in my ear "Get used to it, your now here forever, this is your new home, your now our personal sex slave" I never knew men could be like this. Tears ran down my cheeks and I just said to myself "Just face it, it will be alright" but that was not the case...

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 They spent the whole day raping me with pleasure. One of them men whispered in my ear "You and your pussy is our propperty now, we own it." This was mental torture. I wanted to end myself at that very moment. Rape was a horrible thing. I saw so many rape victims in pain and humiliation and now experiencing it myself I know how it feels. Its definitely not a good feeling. The 4 men gave me so much pain that I could not even feel my body. They went harder everytime. I just could not take it. No victim can explain the torture they face during 'rape'. Its a henious act which destroys a persons life completely. Sex is meant to be a wonderful experience with both peoples consent, It creates new lifes and pleasure to a persons life. But this is literally the opposite, only one persons consent and that person makes the victims life miserable. After a couple of hours they suddenly stopped and went out of the room and said "It's a surprise for you.." I waited impatiently thinking about what more do I have to face. I heard footsteps aproaching the room. I felt a chill down my spine as the 4 men appeared with...

 A 5th man which looked EXACTLY like my dad. Or was he my dad? "No, no what am I thinking? He cannot be my dad, he can't. He loves me to bits and can never do such a thing with me, Silly me. How could I think of that?" I thought to myself. He approached towards me and kissed me on the forhead and said, "Hello sweetie, remember me?" He sounded exactly like my dad and my dad would always call me sweetie. My mind is playing a trick on me, he cannot be my dad? One of the men came foward and said "Remember him, He's your dad." I was gasping for air in shock. I rustled the restraints and tried to speak but I couldn't. My doubt was confirmed. HE IS MY DAD. I could not believe this. This is not true. My father could never take part in such a henious act, especially when HIS DAUGHTER is the victim. He said to me "Remember when your mother nearly commited suicide, it was because of me." He said, giving a smirk. I knew my mum nearly commited suicide, but I never never it was because of my father. He continued and said "She pretended to be happy all the time but she wasn't, I did the exact same thing to her like your doing right now, I kidnapped her and she was my sex slave, then she was forced to marry me otherwise I would kill her family." "Remember, I would never let you enter our room at night because I would rape her every night with no mercy, she deserved it." "I even told her that her daughter will have the same fate as her, she will be raped daily, by me." I could not believe what he said. I never knew my father was acting for 17 years that he was an ideal father but instead he rapes without mercy. That is why I always see my mum crying but whenever she would see my she would quickly wipe her tears away and give a smile. I never knew my father was going to show his true colours. I would think of him as my god, Now I think of him as a DEVIL. When I was 5 I once grabbed the newspaper and I saw my mothers picture and it said my mother was raped and forced to strip in office, of course, I did not know what it meant at that time but my father quickly snatched the paper of me and I asked him what it meant. He said that, "Your mother recieved a big contract and she is forced to go to America for a month to complete the contract." When I grew up I knew what theese words meant and I asked my mum if it was true and she just said "Rumours." Now I know the truth, it was DAD. He doesnt even deserve the be called a dad, SHAME ON YOU, DAD!!

 "ALL OF YOU MEN GET OUT OF THE ROOM AND LET ME AND MY DAUGHTER HAVE SOME QUALITY TIME TOGETHER" He ordered. The 4 men smirked and left the room and locked it from the outside so there was no way to get out. He began to unzip his jeans and I was pleading for mercy, but no use. He started. Pools of blood streamed across the room and he got his belt and whipped me everywhere possible. It was unbearable. I felt like I was going to die at that moment. I wish that was true, Its only been one day and I have come to know so much about my father and the truths of my past. Its all beginning to make sense now. I guess this happened for good. If it did not happen, I would never know the real colours of my father and I would never know what my mother had to go through for all her life. He spent three hours with pleasure giving