I opened my eyes, there in front of me was the one person on this Earth I wanted to see the least. James.
'I .. I'm so..' I stuttered. 'Sorry? Fuck off, I already warned you about running off, you're going to regret this,' he replied and grabbed me. He hung me over his shoulder as he walked back to his house. The walk took ages, I must of ran really far away.. I wonder how he found me? 'You're so stupid, there is NO way you'll EVER get away, you hear me?' he asked and gripped me harder. 'Don't hurt me, I won't do it again.. I promise!' I begged and started to cry. The tears ran down my cheeks, soking his shirt. I gave up, I wanted to die.. There was no way for me to get away from this.. I'd have to live through this for the rest of my life. Once we reached the house, he kicked the door open with his foot. It was obvious he was furious. 'We're home! Mathew?' He screamedI awoke the next morning and rolled out of bed, I was dreading today but decided to take it face-on.I strolled out of the bedroom and saw Mathew chilling on the couch, he flicked off the TV and brought his attention to me.'Good morning,' he smiled and patted the seat next to him.I sat down and looked over at him, 'Morning, do you know when Jame's is getting back home?'His expression dulled and he looked away from my face.'What? What happened?' I asked and tried to read his expression.'Yeah, I just got off the phone to him, he's staying with his parents for a little bit because his father got sick, he sounds really upset so I think he won't be in the best mood the next time we see him,' He replied.'Oh okay then,' I sighed in relief. That means I still have some time before my punishment. Mathew seemed like a really nice guy anyway, so I was grateful that
As soon as I heard the door bust open and a surprised gasp, I knew I was in for something terrible. Our kiss ended as I looked up at James with pleading eyes, I now feared for my safety along with Mathews.'What is going on here?' James yelled furiously as he balled his hands up into fists.'It's not her fault, don't hurt her!' Mathew replied and stood up.I sat there and gripped the couched as I listened to them argue, I didn't say a word.. It was too late to get out of this, punishment was now something I had to do tonight. James didn't care about me anymore, he hated me.'Mathew, I thought you were my friend.. You owe me your whole life, I saved you.. You ungrateful prick..' James yelled and then returned his attention to me. It was obvious he was planning out my punishment for tonight. He smirked an evil smile as he finally decided on what he was going to do, I cringed as I thought of him touching me. 
The next morning I found myself alone in James' bed. I tried to wrap my head around what happened last night and with great disgust I remebered that he raped me and I actually enjoyed it. My ass stung from when he was whipping me and I smelt the scent of blood. As I looked down I realized that I was seriously injurged. I had dried up blood all over my body from my punishment last night.I laid in bed and wrapped the blanket around me, hiding my wounds. Before I could drift off back into sleep Mathew walked in, 'Good morning.'I groaned and covered my face with the pillow, I was in no state to be woken up and chatted to. I knew James would want to hurt me anyway.'James had to take care of some family business again so he'll be gone for a few hours or maybe days,' Mathews said and sat next to me on the bed.'Good,' I replied.I moved the pillow away from my face and stared up at Mathew. His concered blue eyes traced ove
I was falling for Mathew. Ever since I was kidnapped I have obviously felt uneasy and afraid for my life, but when I'm around Mathew I feel so secure.'You look very nice today,' Mathew complimented and stroked my hair.'Thank you,' I blushed and looked down at my shoes.He chuckled and lightly brought my face upto his. I stared into his eyes and smiled.'I wish things were different,' He said in a low tone.'I know, Let's just not talk about it.. I hate James, I want to forget what he's doing to me and try to stay positive,' I replied.Mathew nodded. Today he looked quite sexy. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and some washed out jeans with a pair of black and white converse. His dirty blonde hair was messy yet still looked handsome on him.He must of noticed me just staring at him with extreme interest, 'What?' He asked.'I really like you..' I said quietly. I was never really shy
I was laying there with Mathew, moaning like crazy as he rubbed my clit. James would be home soon but who cares? I'm going to escape some day. I promised myself that and I will succeed.All of a sudden my thoughts were interupted as Mathew slowly glided my bikini bottom down my legs until I was completely revealed to him.'Fuck, you're turning me on,' Mathew laughed.'I see,' I replied and glanced at Mathew's buldge. He blushed in repsonce.He lowered his head in between my legs and begun massaging my sensitve spot with his tongue. His messy hair tickled the side of my legs as he continued pleasuring me and it made me excited. As my climax got higher I groaned loudly and gripped Mathews hair, making his tongue explore me even more.'I'm going to cum..' I moaned.Then I exploded with pleasure and screamed out in excitment.'You taste so good,' Mathew smirked and licked his lips.
Olivia arrived South Africa and decided to listen to girls' stories and help them heal from their past. The story below is Ayesha, a girl Olivia ran into via online.Hey babe, how about we get out of here and go back to my place?” I rolled my eyes as yet another drunk and horny guy came up to me. He had his hands around my waist and his eyes seemed to be undressing me in his drunken state. I pushed his hands off of me and slapped him, making him look at me in surprise.“I’d rather rip my hair out of my head, jerk,” I hissed and pushed him again, making him fall onto the floor because he couldn’t stand up. I smirked at him and walked away, seeing people laughing and smirking at the guy who’d just hit on me. I was getting sick of this party because that was the fifth guy that had hit on me within the past hour. Couldn’t a girl have a good time without a load of guys trying to get laid?“Hey, Ayesha, what’s up?&
I felt light headedand dizzy but my body felt like a dead weight when I finally came round. I opened my eyes, not really aware of the situation I was in until I realised that even when my eyes were open I couldn't see anything. Was I blind? Was the first thing that came to my head. But then I felt some sort of dark material round my head, blocking my vision. I tried to reach up and undo it but I gasped whenI heard a rattle of a chain and I realised my hands were bound behind my back and my feet were bound together, both by chains. I was in an upright position with my knees up against my chest, a third piece of chain keeping my legs in place so I couldn't stretch them out. I tried to scream but a piece of material in my mouth smothered the sound into a whimper.Everything suddenly sunk in. The events of last night were all coming back to me and I started struggling frantically, trying to get free of my bonds so I could escape. The rattle of the chains must have alerted
"Oh. My. Fucking. God." I repeated, unable to say anything else because I was too shocked with my appearance.As if the dress and the stockings weren't enough, the stupid woman had put bright red lipstick and lip liner to make my lips as red as the dress. She'd put a layer of foundation on both my face and my stomach and she'd put some blusher on my cheeks. Then she'd put layers of mascara on my eyelashes so they were about three times the length. My nails and toes had been painted redbut my black hair had been left alone thankfully. I looked like a prostitute and I was absolutely freezing! I might as well have not been wearing any clothes because they scraps of matieral I did have on didn't cover much."I look awful! What the hell have you done to me?" I shouted and tried to hit the make-up woman but the guy just grabbed my wrists and pulled me up against him so I couldn't get away."Count yourself lucky. Some girls are forced to go on stage wearing nothing apa