I hung my head in shame and despair and I began to sob.Īfter what seemed like forever, the tears finally stopped. “You can’t leave me like this,” I tried to shout through the mouth opener thing. I started struggling with my bonds in a panic. He whispered, “Well, you better get used to it, bitch.” Then he gave my butt a hard slap and the last two sets of boots walked out the door. I didn’t know who it was, but I sure recognized that whisper.
When my gang rape was over, a voice whispered in my ear, “Have a good time, pussy boy?” It was the same voice from when this began.
