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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 35
My Life, And Years As A Sex Slave, In A Nutshell
I was born and raised in 1986, into a poor family in the town of New York... The big apple itself, the big rotten apple. I was raised in a very poor neighborhood, in a crappy home, streets filled with noise, and alleyways where the whispers of illegal trades and loud sounds of violence could be heard, when not drowned out by loud vehicles.
It was a very awful little place, but growing up with it, i never truly noticed... The school was a dump, literally was a place to not learn, due to how crappy things were there... it was more like a place for the poor to send their children to either get them away from home and look like they were making sure they got educated, or just a way for the parents off for the day while they goofed off.
My life was rather rough, i had bullies in school that tormented me when i dealt with them, and the times i fought back were met with them bringing in reinforcements to back themselves up, and home had plenty of people sexually harassing me daily... if not that, then two infamous cops would torment me for being part asian. (Only really a quarter asian, but my heritage shows quite clearly)
I also had to put up with an uncle that was a creep staying with us every weekend, or my dad being an abusive shit, and mom was apathetic. They held deadend jobs, barely paying for anything, sometimes even then running late with money... it was hot in summer and cold in winter, and sometimes the table wasn't stocked.
I developed a thick skin, and learned to ignore anything annoying, and fight back with fists when i had to, and quickly learned a lot of hiding places in my home or in school when i knew i was about to put up with unpleasant things...
When jr. high school came, i was transferred to a new school, and was forced to begin walking to school... that was when i begun to go through nicer neighborhoods in town, noticing how much better the "elite" people, or rather "middle and higher class" people, lived... I made friends in those neighborhoods, far from home, noticing it was much friendlier. It still had flaws, but it was much better in those streets, and i grew envious when allowed into some of the homes with some of the friends i had made.
I grew very envious, cursing their good fortunes, and I also got annoyed when I heard complaints about problems that seemed much more trivial then what I dealt with daily.
I wanted out... I wanted out of my home, after seeing all that. By the point, I was 13, yes, just 13. I wasn't smart, but I grew darn athletic, even learned a bit of parkour early so I could run from the unpleasant people in the unpleasant neighborhoods that i did sometimes cross, and learned a lot of shortcuts along the way... it's not relevant to much, aside from showing how i learned to put up with life's troubles.
Heard lot about adult topics as well, and I learned that only money would get me out of my home, and... be not being wise, I learned of prostitution, lots about it, since i read my mother's diaries when she wasn't around... she assumed i was too dumb to find them, but i did.
I got it into my head, from what I gleaned in my moms diaries, that being a prostitute would help me make money, to escape my current life.... I turned to thievery for awhile, to obtain the things I needed, stealing nice clothes from any friends I had in the nicer neighborhoods, when i could get invited into their homes, and i also stole many adult things from their parents...
I had eventually scrapped together some "wardrobes" and "toys", which were just a sad bunch of bits and bobs, pathetic attempt to get into something I knew nothing about.
After that, that was when I begun to take to some streets, sneaking out for the first time during a night when i knew school was out, and trying to find customers.
Now, clearly i had nooooo idea what i was doing, so that idea wasn't that successful. My luck was horrible, as i ran into a man that i bet was amused by my sad attempts, and he offered to "help" me get customers, and replace the shit i had stolen for things that might allure people.
This man, he would be my undoing... I knew something was off with him, but being desperate for money to entertain my childish fantasy of escaping home and moving elsewhere when i got older, i went with him... I was used to charity from most people that pitied my family, so that might be why i didn't listen to my gut feeling something was wrong.
How dumb i was, to accept a car ride to his place, where he offered to give me stuff and "guides" for the "career"...
This man, as soon as we were at his doorstep, just out of sight of the street... he pulled a gun on me, scaring me with it and threatening to shoot unless i cooperated. I cooperated, alright, going with what he wanted me to do... He made me go inside, and walked me down to an indoor basement he had, which was, perhaps to no reader's surprise, a makeshift little shithole of a dungeon, and this man bound me up.
Now, it seemed out of the blue since most of these cases of abduction are planned, but this man started talking to me, saying he had seen me a lot in the neighborhoods during the day, and found me alluring... he planned, he admitted, for me, one way or another... it just happens he caught me during the night, when he said he was plotting to kidnap me.
He made sure I was bound and shackled and gagged, he set his gun aside, then begun to rip my clothing off, then once i was bare... he begun to stroke me with his hand. He laughed when i struggled, freaking out, not because i knew what would happen in a moment, but because i felt sick in his presence.
He slapped me, hard enough to make stop budging... and he then unbuttoned his pants, and moved for me.
I'll not repeat the details here, since it was NOT kinky, but it hurt... i felt dirty, my vagina was bleeding down there since i wasn't used to it, and he laughed at my misery.
He then left, left me to a dark cell, leaving me to struggle as i attempted to get out, but in hindsight there was no chance it'd work anyway, because even if i had gotten out, the door would have been locked, i am sure.
I wish i could say that i was quickly rescued by the police or my family or friends, but that was not the case... my stay would be very long, and torturous.
He came back every so often to feed me disgusting gruel, or bathe me, or to "break me in".
I had no way to keep track of time there, but a few weeks, or maybe a month or two, and he begun to bring other guys in to his dungeon, to do as they pleased to me, and before you ask... yes, i heard talk that they were paying for usage of me.
There was some variation from this whole routine, as sometimes my tormentor was a gal, or sometimes the creeps only wanted me unbound so i could pleasure them orally (with a gun trained on me so I didn't do anything fishy). At least twice i had some weirdo that wanted a dinner and a chat, like it was a date and nothing was wrong, the sick fuck that wanted that probably couldn't get a date, since he was going on about himself a lot.
After awhile, maybe a year or so, i was discreetly taken out of there... i had been bought by some rich asshat from what I had heard. I was taken, wrapped up in blankets, and treated like a bunch of laundry, except i was also chained up tightly, and gagged... could barely breathe, and i damn well couldn't see anything, but by that time i was used to it. Too used to it, in a way that isn't healthy, since i figured it was futile to try.
After a great many of hours spent like that, being moved around several times, i was suddenly dropped onto the hard ground, and the container i was in was ripped open, then i had been partially unbound, freed enough to feel relief... The blindfold i had on, taken off, and i saw i was in a nice house like the ones i had only seen on TV.
My new slavers, a man and a woman, led me to a bedroom on the second floor, where i got a clear look outside, and seen it was a countryside, mostly dark at the time since it was nighttime. The kind of place i had never been before... These new assholes, they told me they found me pretty, and gloated that they'll fatten me up, and make me a good house servant.
The small blessing was i got good food, but these people gave me hell when i was in there care... They tried to make sure i was broken so that i wouldn't pull any escape, going as far as to make sure that I had heavy bindings on so that i would only be able to walk slowly while operating a vacuum or kitchen appliances and such, with a gag on me, and at least one of them watching me. When they had guests over, i was locked up,
The last month of hell, something of a miracle happened... when the woman was tying me up one night, she had a paralyzing seizure out of nowhere, and her husband could not hear what had happened. My arms were bound, but my legs were free, and I could get away!
I went as fast as i could, despite not being able to run for awhile now, and rushed for the woods that surrounded the house, and disappeared...
I had to go a fair distance, but i reached a road where i flagged down any car for help, until someone stopped and got help from them
Got taken to the closest town, and i had been hospitalized...
- To keep this last part short, found out it had been really 6 year, but i managed to identify most of my rapists and get them sent to prison, and the rich couple that bought me was put to prison and I was given compensation right from their wealth once it was all sold from under them.
Life hasn't been easy since then... I still have nightmares, lingering std symptoms, am uncomfortable when touched, and learned my family never cared enough to report me missing.
At least i've been free to live life since 2003, went to collage for a degree in psychology, been trying to help raise awareness of human trafficking where i can, took up self-defense classes, and just living a normal life.
Since then, I've found a husband, and adopted a few children, happy and at peace since then.
It was a very awful little place, but growing up with it, i never truly noticed... The school was a dump, literally was a place to not learn, due to how crappy things were there... it was more like a place for the poor to send their children to either get them away from home and look like they were making sure they got educated, or just a way for the parents off for the day while they goofed off.
My life was rather rough, i had bullies in school that tormented me when i dealt with them, and the times i fought back were met with them bringing in reinforcements to back themselves up, and home had plenty of people sexually harassing me daily... if not that, then two infamous cops would torment me for being part asian. (Only really a quarter asian, but my heritage shows quite clearly)
I also had to put up with an uncle that was a creep staying with us every weekend, or my dad being an abusive shit, and mom was apathetic. They held deadend jobs, barely paying for anything, sometimes even then running late with money... it was hot in summer and cold in winter, and sometimes the table wasn't stocked.
I developed a thick skin, and learned to ignore anything annoying, and fight back with fists when i had to, and quickly learned a lot of hiding places in my home or in school when i knew i was about to put up with unpleasant things...
When jr. high school came, i was transferred to a new school, and was forced to begin walking to school... that was when i begun to go through nicer neighborhoods in town, noticing how much better the "elite" people, or rather "middle and higher class" people, lived... I made friends in those neighborhoods, far from home, noticing it was much friendlier. It still had flaws, but it was much better in those streets, and i grew envious when allowed into some of the homes with some of the friends i had made.
I grew very envious, cursing their good fortunes, and I also got annoyed when I heard complaints about problems that seemed much more trivial then what I dealt with daily.
I wanted out... I wanted out of my home, after seeing all that. By the point, I was 13, yes, just 13. I wasn't smart, but I grew darn athletic, even learned a bit of parkour early so I could run from the unpleasant people in the unpleasant neighborhoods that i did sometimes cross, and learned a lot of shortcuts along the way... it's not relevant to much, aside from showing how i learned to put up with life's troubles.
Heard lot about adult topics as well, and I learned that only money would get me out of my home, and... be not being wise, I learned of prostitution, lots about it, since i read my mother's diaries when she wasn't around... she assumed i was too dumb to find them, but i did.
I got it into my head, from what I gleaned in my moms diaries, that being a prostitute would help me make money, to escape my current life.... I turned to thievery for awhile, to obtain the things I needed, stealing nice clothes from any friends I had in the nicer neighborhoods, when i could get invited into their homes, and i also stole many adult things from their parents...
I had eventually scrapped together some "wardrobes" and "toys", which were just a sad bunch of bits and bobs, pathetic attempt to get into something I knew nothing about.
After that, that was when I begun to take to some streets, sneaking out for the first time during a night when i knew school was out, and trying to find customers.
Now, clearly i had nooooo idea what i was doing, so that idea wasn't that successful. My luck was horrible, as i ran into a man that i bet was amused by my sad attempts, and he offered to "help" me get customers, and replace the shit i had stolen for things that might allure people.
This man, he would be my undoing... I knew something was off with him, but being desperate for money to entertain my childish fantasy of escaping home and moving elsewhere when i got older, i went with him... I was used to charity from most people that pitied my family, so that might be why i didn't listen to my gut feeling something was wrong.
How dumb i was, to accept a car ride to his place, where he offered to give me stuff and "guides" for the "career"...
This man, as soon as we were at his doorstep, just out of sight of the street... he pulled a gun on me, scaring me with it and threatening to shoot unless i cooperated. I cooperated, alright, going with what he wanted me to do... He made me go inside, and walked me down to an indoor basement he had, which was, perhaps to no reader's surprise, a makeshift little shithole of a dungeon, and this man bound me up.
Now, it seemed out of the blue since most of these cases of abduction are planned, but this man started talking to me, saying he had seen me a lot in the neighborhoods during the day, and found me alluring... he planned, he admitted, for me, one way or another... it just happens he caught me during the night, when he said he was plotting to kidnap me.
He made sure I was bound and shackled and gagged, he set his gun aside, then begun to rip my clothing off, then once i was bare... he begun to stroke me with his hand. He laughed when i struggled, freaking out, not because i knew what would happen in a moment, but because i felt sick in his presence.
He slapped me, hard enough to make stop budging... and he then unbuttoned his pants, and moved for me.
I'll not repeat the details here, since it was NOT kinky, but it hurt... i felt dirty, my vagina was bleeding down there since i wasn't used to it, and he laughed at my misery.
He then left, left me to a dark cell, leaving me to struggle as i attempted to get out, but in hindsight there was no chance it'd work anyway, because even if i had gotten out, the door would have been locked, i am sure.
I wish i could say that i was quickly rescued by the police or my family or friends, but that was not the case... my stay would be very long, and torturous.
He came back every so often to feed me disgusting gruel, or bathe me, or to "break me in".
I had no way to keep track of time there, but a few weeks, or maybe a month or two, and he begun to bring other guys in to his dungeon, to do as they pleased to me, and before you ask... yes, i heard talk that they were paying for usage of me.
There was some variation from this whole routine, as sometimes my tormentor was a gal, or sometimes the creeps only wanted me unbound so i could pleasure them orally (with a gun trained on me so I didn't do anything fishy). At least twice i had some weirdo that wanted a dinner and a chat, like it was a date and nothing was wrong, the sick fuck that wanted that probably couldn't get a date, since he was going on about himself a lot.
After awhile, maybe a year or so, i was discreetly taken out of there... i had been bought by some rich asshat from what I had heard. I was taken, wrapped up in blankets, and treated like a bunch of laundry, except i was also chained up tightly, and gagged... could barely breathe, and i damn well couldn't see anything, but by that time i was used to it. Too used to it, in a way that isn't healthy, since i figured it was futile to try.
After a great many of hours spent like that, being moved around several times, i was suddenly dropped onto the hard ground, and the container i was in was ripped open, then i had been partially unbound, freed enough to feel relief... The blindfold i had on, taken off, and i saw i was in a nice house like the ones i had only seen on TV.
My new slavers, a man and a woman, led me to a bedroom on the second floor, where i got a clear look outside, and seen it was a countryside, mostly dark at the time since it was nighttime. The kind of place i had never been before... These new assholes, they told me they found me pretty, and gloated that they'll fatten me up, and make me a good house servant.
The small blessing was i got good food, but these people gave me hell when i was in there care... They tried to make sure i was broken so that i wouldn't pull any escape, going as far as to make sure that I had heavy bindings on so that i would only be able to walk slowly while operating a vacuum or kitchen appliances and such, with a gag on me, and at least one of them watching me. When they had guests over, i was locked up,
The last month of hell, something of a miracle happened... when the woman was tying me up one night, she had a paralyzing seizure out of nowhere, and her husband could not hear what had happened. My arms were bound, but my legs were free, and I could get away!
I went as fast as i could, despite not being able to run for awhile now, and rushed for the woods that surrounded the house, and disappeared...
I had to go a fair distance, but i reached a road where i flagged down any car for help, until someone stopped and got help from them
Got taken to the closest town, and i had been hospitalized...
- To keep this last part short, found out it had been really 6 year, but i managed to identify most of my rapists and get them sent to prison, and the rich couple that bought me was put to prison and I was given compensation right from their wealth once it was all sold from under them.
Life hasn't been easy since then... I still have nightmares, lingering std symptoms, am uncomfortable when touched, and learned my family never cared enough to report me missing.
At least i've been free to live life since 2003, went to collage for a degree in psychology, been trying to help raise awareness of human trafficking where i can, took up self-defense classes, and just living a normal life.
Since then, I've found a husband, and adopted a few children, happy and at peace since then.
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