That Party, And The Two Months, That Still Haunt Me...
(Warning, possibly disturbing story! Before we even begin, let me tell you that this is a re-telling of a series of events that had happened to me some years ago, plenty of things that I had repressed until recently... Bits of the details might not make sense since I had to think hard to remember the details, and I do not know if this is the order that everything had happened in. I just hope someone sees this, and doesn't allow their children to go through this... If this topic scares you, or offends you, then I HIGHLY recommend not reading this at ALL!)
When I was 16 year old gal, I was stereotypical freshly turned 16 year old with rebellious attitude, with a bit too much confidence in my limited worldly experience.
My parents forbade me to go attend this big party hosted by one of my rich friends in their mansion... Being what I was, I wasn't going to take no for an answer, and I sneakily left home via window. (Always having been an athletic sort, I must say that I had quite good climbing skills, even back then)
I proceeded to go to that party without concern for what my parents told me about what might happen, and their (proven justifiable) worries that I might get hurt when out partying away.
Well, I believe it was an hour or so after I had arrived, and the "cool kids" brought the cigarettes, booze, illegal substances. Now, I was no saint since I had some rotten friends that were bad influences, and I really hated my parent's strictness so much that I always tried to defy their wishes, but I had some red alarms pop up in the back of my head since those three things are exactly what I had heard horror stories of from my grandmother (whom I had respected more then my parents).
Now, I did still go for the drinks, with enough caution to avoid leaving it sitting around, to avoid a case of a spiked beverage... However some of the jerks of the party realized I wasn't doing the substances that the rest were doing, and that I was being rightfully cautious with my drinks, and someone else pointed out that I didn't seem interested in the cigarettes either. (I avoided those since I wanted to keep myself from ruining my lungs, since I didn't fancy breathing issues that I always heard about)
Well, everyone at began to jeer at me, and egg me on... I really do not know why I thought it wise to give into the pressure, when no one was stopping me from leaving, but I guess I was worried about stupid things like reputation at school instead of self-respect.
Well... When I caved, I really hit the booze hard, and then loosened up enough to try the smokes and substances, and the crowd let up... It then all felt good. At that point it was a bit too late tho. The rest of the night went by quick and the party resumed as normal after that, but after my 8th shot of rum, and a few snorts of that damned white powder... I suddenly became dizzy, stumbled around for a good fifteen minutes while panicking after realizing what I had done, and was really trying to get to that front door, but I was out cold in the middle of the room.
What happened next wasn't pleasant at all. I woke up absolutely smelling bad all-over my body, my holes were aching and red, and I was sticky everywhere, all over my bare body. I had noticed that I had a disgusting taste lingering in my mouth as well... When I got around to looking around my surroundings, I was dizzy as shit, but I had seen that I was surrounded by a gang of boys, and I looked over to see what I thought was them fucking one of my closest friends. I passed out again just as they were turning to realize I was awake.
The second time I woke up, my head was clearer, and I found myself much cleaner then I was initially, with no soreness down there, and I was in someone else's place since I didn't recognize the living room I was in. It took me awhile to puzzle out what had happened, but I was shocked when I figured it out that I was potentially r**ed, and that I appear to have been taken elsewhere afterwards.
My head was still cloudy , so it took me a second to realize that I was chained up on this couch, in someone's basement... The metallic clinging from my movements drew the attention of the one who did this, and it turned out the person who chained me up was one of my teachers, a woman that we'll call Elizabeth... Well, Elizabeth was a young teacher that had always seemed to take an odd interest in me, but always seemed to act pleasant to everyone in our school, but it's just that she especially took an interest in me. Elizabeth said looked down upon me with a big smile, not a menacing one at all, which in hindsight makes the chain situation just a bit scarier...
Well, Elizabeth outright mentioned making a deal with a couple of the boys that had ended up r****g me, and paid them to bring me to her. Elizabeth then told me that I had been out for two days straight after the party, and complimented me for being a naughty girl since I was a mess, and assumed that I got fucked intentionally... Elizabeth gushed about how much fun it was to bathe me, and touch my naked form everywhere...
Here I am, scared out of my wits, and she just yabbered on and on... the bitch confessed to a love for me, and having eyed me since she started teaching at my school, and that she loved me. I tried to tell her outright "I don't love you, let me go, please... this is really creepy.", but she said something along the lines of "No my dear, I cannot... If you don't love me, then I shall need to fix that. You'll soon realize there is nothing creepy about love", all in a sickeningly sweet voice despite what she was doing...
To keep the details short... For a long month, she smothered me with love I had no interest in, anything as gentle as a light touch up, down to outright whipping me and one time branding my ass with the image of a bird, and onward to almost wounding me with BDSM kinks of hers that she exposed me to. She went on about turning me into her image, and making me the girl she never had found in dating. She also took it upon herself to homeschool me during my captivity. I honestly had thought I was going to be stuck there, since she took every precaution to avoid allowing me a chance to escape, and the one-time I did manage to break out... well, Elizabeth then proved she wasn't above pointing a knife at me, thank god she was willing to "forgive" me for disobeying her, and she just chained me up again, twice as much, and started spanking me with a paddle on the butt until I almost bled if I acted even a little hesitant in expressing "enthusiasm", and constantly promised to break my limbs if I tried to do any attempts to escape... naturally I complied due to being scared out of my wits.
Apparently sometime the next month, she started allowing one of those rapist jerks to come in and fuck me, as she promised to allow him to do... They couldn't do this last month due to police investigations, but they got a chance that day, and were planning on making regular visits. The jerk I shall call "James" was ironically more merciful then Elizabeth, and only went up to rough sex at worst, but I frequently had bruises around my lower parts, as well as on my breasts, plus my throat was sore quite often, and my ass was also beaten by James... Worst part was, the damage to my body between them both using me for a cheap thrill was beginning to wear my body into constant pain.
Thankfully the very start of next month was when it stopped... During one of James visits, the police seemingly busted in to arrest Elizabeth and James, and they searched the building until they saw me. I search that was the first time in two months or so that I had cried for joy. They immediately work to getting me out of my shackles, and take me to the hospital.
I had heard that ..(continue confession)