Jessica’s Freedom – Chapter 2 [Rape] [BDSM] [Teen] [Crying] [Cunnilingus] [Kissing] [Sadism] [Gangbang] [FF] [MF] [Incest] [Facefucking/Blowjob] [Biting] [Abuse]

**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**

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#Part One – Jessica’s Torment

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)

#Part Two – Jessica’s Despair

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9a04al/jessicas_despair_chapter_1_mf_rape_age_bdsm_slave/)

[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9er6fj/jessicas_despair_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)

[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9foh8w/jessicas_despair_chapter_3_mf_rape_bdsm_teen/)

#Part Three – Jessica’s Freedom

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/a1o2a6/jessicas_freedom_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_crying/)

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Well, hello. I’ve returned with a new name and account. I went back and forth between leaving this behind completely and pushing forth. In the end, I decided writing erotica is fun and it’s good practice. I want to keep this as a hobby and have a good time with it. So, here I am with a name I like more and the next chapter.

This will continue until it’s done. I have no set amount of chapters. Figured “Jessica’s Freedom” would go for three but there are ideas in my head I want to get out there so it’ll end up going for longer.

As always, I’m not a professional writer and erotica is not my forte – however, as always, I hope this does something for you.

Jessica has been kidnapped, beaten, raped and her heart and soul has been crushed to the enjoyment of the men who took her. They’ve taken her sister and now they’ve taken her mother, all of them continuously brutalized and used for pleasure. I promise you, in the end, Jessica will find her freedom. But how will that freedom arrive? There are plenty of ways a mind can be free even when the body is bound in chains…

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Jessica’s throat was becoming sore, but her stomach was getting full – it was always a compromise. Endure some pain to experience some pleasure. Hold out through the disgusting taste so her belly could be full of something… at least something.

She gulped and gulped, squeezing her throat around the man pumping warm thickness into her. He was squeezing her head and groaning with all his might. Her body still craved more, continuing to fall deeper into the depths of primal womanly pleasure, and she gasped for air as the cock was pulled out from her mouth. Her legs were soaked from her own desire and her insides were packed full of semen.

Her hair dangled, loose, long and black, wet with sweat and sticky from ejaculate, and her face was sopping from tears and spit. What remained beneath the mess was still a petite and well-formed face – one that older men would pass by on the street but do their best to ignore. But now, there was no need for men to hide their deep, violent desires, proven by the environment of her and Kelsey’s new home.

Jessica blinked away tears, looking over to her sister, being passed around by various men. They sat down while she straddled them – they lifted her up and fucked her from both sides – they held her down while men piled their entire weight on top of her, slamming their cocks into her mouth or slamming into her from behind while she was on all fours.

Meanwhile, Jessica was now left alone on the other side of the room, still bent forward, her arms burning from the ropes which wrapped around them and connected to the ceiling above. Even though her belly was full, she felt sick, dehydrated and lacking from any proper nourishment. But what was there to do? She and her sister were kept on a single meal a day, though it was becoming more like every other day. Ever since Master had been bringing in more and more men, he had been spending less time with her and Kelsey, which meant less food and less cleanliness. Maybe he’s had his fun and was more focused on making money from these strangers? Though it had only been a couple days since she had seen the men who kidnapped them. Perhaps they would be back.

But what was there to do… She blocked out her sister’s moans and cries and drifted off as best she could into another world. A place of warmth and safety. She saw her mother. She was making something in the kitchen for her and her sister and happiness fluttered throughout her body at the imagined scent. Maybe it was something sweet and fattening – cookies, she decided. She would never taste cookies again… but she ignored that realization and relished in the peace of the fantasy.

Jessica was free in her mind, imagining sweetness and warmth. She smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.

 

In another room, on the other side of large basement was a fresh toy to be played with. She was mature and of a different, more curvaceous body, than the other two girls. The five men who kidnapped the girls surrounded her. That fear and fighting instinct still existed in the woman’s heart and they couldn’t wait to poke at it until it burst. Watching her break would be a breathtaking sight – but what was more fun was the process. A broken woman was the best kind of woman – but a suffering woman was even better.

Susan was a woman of forty. Her skin was lightly tanned and her hair was long and dark, like Jessica’s, reaching down to her lower back. She wore a white button up with black pinstripes tucked into dark grey business pants. Her feet showed above the black heels she wore. The shirt showed off her bust, much larger than her daughters, which excited the men greatly. Her waist had plenty to grab and her body as a whole was a nice hourglass form with plenty of flesh to squeeze.

Two men approached and groped her breasts, their hands sinking into her the softness of her clothes and flesh. Susan reacted by struggling some more, blinded by the cloth tied around her eyes.

“Let me go!!” Susan screamed, her cloth gag coming loose, her voice desperate and panicked. “I’ll bite you bastards if I find you!”

Her mouth chomped and her head reached out. The men laughed at her helplessness.

The two men proceeded and knelt down to squeeze her thighs beneath the soft business pants. Their hands felt her ass and squeezed the extra flesh there as well making Susan shiver.

“We’re taking our time with this bitch,” said one of them.

A third man’s hands were rubbing Susan’s stomach and lower back, feeling her body beneath the cotton shirt, his cold hands feeling her soft stomach and back.

Michael enjoyed her tits, digging his hands into them and caressing them with his face. Susan cried out and swore.

Lance came from behind and covered her mouth with a hand as he inhaled her hair. He pulled it back to start kissing her neck, his tongue running up to her face and moving to stick it in her ear. He felt the goosebumps rise beneath his tongue.

“Let’s mark the bitch up,” Michael said, and started smacking her breasts through the clothing.

“Oh yeah,” Lance said, still tugging her hair and started slapping her repeatedly on one side of her face. She yelped and struggled against them.

The men at her legs balled a fist. One gripped a leg and started punching her hard in the side of the thigh. The other man removed her heels so she stood with her feet planted and he slammed his booted foot into one of her feet and twisted.

The men erupted into grunts of pleasure, hitting and slapping her from all sides and angles. It was a heavenly life, being able to do whatever they wished to any woman or girl they wanted. Normal sex was out the window for them now. They only desired this ungraspable lust unknown to most men, tearing away at the lives of women and thrusting every ounce of their primal excitement upon the innocent.

 

Susan was crying out in pain as the men increased their painful treatment. Lance started biting her in the face, wherever he could. Cheeks, mouth, nose, and dug his teeth into her neck as well. Michael was biting her breasts, tugging at them and twisting her nipples through her clothing. A third man dug his teeth into her stomach and bit every inch of it, sucking and chewing. The fourth man, Dan, pushed his knuckles into her crotch, shivering at the softness, how far his knuckles indented into her mound, digging his bones into her most sensitive spot, falling in love with her trembles and shakes. Ben continued to step on her bare toes and jabbed her in the waist again and again with quick strikes of his extended fingers, making her body jolt and her voice yelp.

Susan gasped sharply with each bite or impact and wailed, making the men more crazed. Lance wanted to make out with her bad, but she was still violent and filled with the intention to bite. He punched her in the mouth a couple times, not too hard, but not soft enough to prevent blood either. She groaned upon each hit to her face, wobbling from the chains extending her arms above, sobbing from the beatings. She begged them to stop. Her mouth was bleeding and the men eventually stopped, breathing as though they just finished intense exercise. Her body shook and her knees came in toward each other. They smiled thinking of how much her body must hurt and how terrified she must be.

Michael got close to her face and whispered into her ear. “We’re going to do whatever we want to you. If you even think of biting one of us, we’ll continue with what we just did. And we won’t stop until you pass out. Understand?”

Susan nodded.

Michael slapped her hard in the face, then grabbed her cheeks with one hand turning her blindfolded face back to him. “Say you understand, slut!”

“I… understand,” Susan said, blood dripping from her lip.

Michael felt her ass and caressed her face, pressing his bulge into her. “What a sexy body… We’re gonna torment you a lot!”

He pushed his mouth around hers and he made out with her as Susan made gagging sounds and allowed him to push his tongue into her. Lance moved behind and worshipped her ass, rubbing his face against it and massaging with his hands.

Dan knelt down before her and pushed her legs apart so he could admire her vagina.

“I love the sight of a clothed pussy…” he said, “Just waiting to be assaulted. It’s so exciting.”

He rubbed his cheek against it for a while, moving back to gently rub his fingers against the surface.

The two final men felt her wherever they wished, squeezing and rubbing her body, humping into her wherever they could.

 

Dan pressed his fingers into her pussy concealed by the business pants. He got close to breathe in the forbidden scent. “Finally got a slave of my own… God I love pussy…”

He started kissing it gently and wiggled his nose up onto it. His hands squeezed her waist as he did so and rubbed his hands up and down. “When you’re mine, I’m gonna eat you out for hours… I’ll discover all the ways I can make you squirt. I’m gonna find the areas that pain you the most.”

He started to flick his tongue and move his jaw as he ate her out through the clothing. He felt her hips react and he pressed his face in more and more. After a while he leaned back just a bit and started to flick her in various spots, striking that softness, mesmerized by the sight. “I’ll torment and pleasure this pussy in any way possible. When I run out of techniques, I’ll look up new ones. I’ll drink up your pussy juice every day… I’ll even make you spill it into a cup and make *you* drink it!”

 

Each man devoured her through her clothes. Michael’s heart fluttered as he made out with such a sexy woman, drinking her spit and blood.

Lance and Harold squeezed and bit into each breast. Each of them manipulated, pulled, pushed and squeezed them passionately.

Ben was crouched behind her, shoving his face into her ass, breathing in deeply and flicking his tongue as much as he could.

Dan did the same to her pussy, relishing how soft it was against his face and how much he could push with his tongue. Her thighs ate up his hands as he pressed into them.

 

The men eventually rested and they each pulled scissors and pocketknives from their pockets. They cut through her shirt and pants revealing breasts that pushed against a pink bra and her matching pink panties.

“Oh man!” Dan cried, “What a mound! This pussy is so good!”

Dan dug into his new meal, tasting and smelling much more of her vagina. It was so fleshy and he could push into hervmuch more than the other girls. His tongue went wild. His hands were now rubbing her bare legs and he felt them to his heart’s content. Her thighs were unbelievably soft and her waist filled his vision, her smoothness entrancing him, pulling the deepest desires from his black soul.

Ben, behind, filled the room with smacks as he slapped her ass hard as he dug his nose and tongue into her cheeks to taste and smell her from behind.

Lance and Harold pulled her nipples and licked the revealed skin.

Michael whispered into her ear. “Your body is ridiculous,” he said, nibbling onto it. He rubbed her face with his hand. “Can’t wait til we take that blindfold off. We got a nice surprise for you, later.” Tears fell from below the blindfold and sweet moans escaped her mouth. Her lips were nice and soft and Michael couldn’t get enough. “Bite me and I punch you bloody,” he said, shoving his fingers into her mouth, moving them in and out. He pressed them in deep, realizing her gag reflex was nonexistent, not like her daughters. This woman must have sucked so many cocks in her life.

 

The knives and scissors soon left Susan naked before them.

Dan continued to devour her pussy, stabbing her inside with his fingers. Her hips trembled faster and faster and her mouth moaned louder into Michael’s as her pussy and ass were eaten out. She became wetter and tastier as time went on.

Ben was biting one of her ass cheeks shoving his fingers in and out of that tight hole — Lance and Harold took turns shoving their faces in between her breasts and licking her there, lifting each one up and licking her beneath, sucking on her nipples — Michael rubbed his dick against her left hip and continued to kiss her, their saliva dripping down their chins. Her jaw shook and her moans vibrated Michael’s tongue. If there was a heaven, it was forcing a kiss upon a woman.

Then, saliva spurted out around Michael’s mouth as Susan moaned louder and her body shuddered violently. Then her hips pressed hard into Dan’s face and he felt her pussy clench and shiver around his tongue and juices flowed out into his mouth. He caught as much as he could, drinking happily, slurping without a care for the volume of the action, slapping and smacking his lips around her. Her hips continued to shake, her thighs quaking – she was moving back and forth, seemingly relishing in the pleasure, her waist moving with a mind of its own.

The men continued to lick and suck her for a few moments longer until they released her and let her stand there. She closed her knees together and whimpered trying to turn her face away, even though she knew there was no escape. She still let out small moans, letting the chains keep her up, her brows curled up in ecstasy, and she was mumbling.

“Oh god,” she said, “Oh god, no…” The men could tell she was trapped in that hellish place between not wanting it and her body betraying her. Women this age craved sex. Eventually, her mind would give in to what her body ached for. She would be an amazing slave.

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In the other room, the men finished with Kelsey, leaving her in a puddle of come, from herself and them, and her own sweat. She trembled on the ground, her pussy dripping thick whiteness, and the men all sighed and groaned in lasting pleasure as they dressed themselves.

Jessica averted her eyes from them all leaving, some of them still not finished, abusing her sister with kicks and pulling her hair. Jessica didn’t have time to worry about them after all, being fucked from behind and whipped in the back with a flog. The man fucking her was grunting with all of his strength, striking down again and again filling the room with sharp sounds. It felt as though her flesh was being slice open and a man in front of her was close, staring into her eyes with a disgusting smile, caressing her with one hand and masturbating with the other.

“God, you’re so cute,” he said, kissing her again and again on the cheek, licking her tears. His breath smelled of sex. “Are you eighteen? I hope not. God, I hope you’re not. You sure don’t look it.” His brows curled up and he grinned. “You’ll do whatever we say, right? Then open your mouth! I’m still so excited!”

She opened it just slightly as the man slammed his cock into her mouth. The tip hit the back of her throat and she clenched her eyes. Her ass was getting bruised from the man behind her and the whip was still coming down, driving her mad. It hit in various places, traveling up and down her back. The addition of hands grabbing her hair and her nose being hit against his pelvis made her think she would die.

“Ohh fuck! You belong to me… You completely belong to me!!” he groaned and his cock swelled and thrusted. Her saliva spilled out and the wet sounds overtook everything. “Gimme that fucking whip!” he shouted, “I’m gonna destroy this bitch!”

Jessica screamed around his dick as the flog came down harder than ever, again and again, in a single spot on her back.

“Ohhh, your screams are vibrating my dick… you’re so good… I always want you to suffer…” he sounded relaxed, but he was fucking her mouth like a piston, the flog continuing to come down in ear-piercing slaps.

Jessica screamed louder, the pain scrambling her brain, twisting her head, trying to escape. The cock behind her drove itself deeper into her, rubbing her so good inside – the mix of craze-inducing pain and mind-erasing pleasure battered at her.

He stopped whipping her just as her tears started flowing and drove his fist into her head, making her become even more weak. He pounded again and again, the two men moving her body in a rhythm. Her back crawled with pain and was warm with beading blood and his knuckles cracked into her skull making her vision fail her with every strike.

Then, that hand moved onto its next form of torture, squeezing his fingers around her nose and cutting off her breath entirely. She sobbed and sobbed, all noise vanishing from her throat.

“You’ll be spending all of your time locked up in this empty, grey cellar,” he groaned, fucking her as she choked, “It’s such a heart weakening feeling… knowing that you’ll never leave here – oh god – your only meal is cock! Your only pleasure is being fucked! And you’re tortured daily!” He started to fuck her throat harder, if that was even possible, speaking through his teeth. He released her nose and grabbed her head and squeezed with both hands. “You’re worthless! Worthless! Worthless! Nothing but a slave to be tormented and fucked!” Saliva spurted out along with her tears and loud inhales through her nose. “You’re mine! You’re mine! You’ll never know happiness again! I’m gonna make you suffer forever! Oh fuck!!” He held himself inside, squeezing her face into him so hard she couldn’t breathe and his cock raged in place, exploding inside her, thick white cum oozing out from around his dick.

“Suck! Suck! Drink it all!” he humped slightly, again and again, his cock buried deep into her throat, and Jessica did her best to swallow it whole. The man pounding her from behind exploded as well, the walls of her pussy betraying her, holding that man into her, the hardness making her sex tremble and surge with spasms of squeezes.

Jessica groaned as the two men pulled out of her and she felt the hot substance spill from both ends, dripping down her legs and chin. Jessica’s empty eyes looked into the gleeful ones of the man before her as he crouched down, looking like he was in heaven.

The other man slapped her ass, hard, must have reeled back with all his might. Jessica’s eyes lit up again and she yelped, shaking from the spreading sting. The man who had just raped her mouth hit her just as hard across the face. Jessica’s head slumped down, unable to take anymore. The other man left the room while the man who had fed her his cum gripped her chin and held her face back up to him.

“You’re *worthless*,” he sneered, “Tell me how it feels to be worthless.” Jessica didn’t answer him. She wobbled and her eyes gazed into nothing. That word stabbed her in the heart. *Worthless*. “Answer me,” he whispered, choking her now, while tugging on her hair. She looked at him through tears. His brows curled and his lips revealed an excited smile. “Tell me how it feels to be worthless. How it feels to be good for nothing but a pretty thing to be abused by men. Tell me how it feels that you’ll never get your life back…” He got closer to her, his breathing fast. Jessica spoke through his hand gripping her throat. It was nothing but chopped up sounds. He released her and listened.

She breathed in. “Just kill me,” she whispered, “Please… just kill me…”

“Ohh,” his voice shook and he licked her up the side of her cheek. Jessica broke down sobbing as he did so, lapping up her tears and tasting her flesh. “What a precious reaction,” he breathed, licking and licking. “I’m so hard again,” he said, pulling her up to her original bent-over position. He grabbed her on both sides of her face and turned her up to look at him. “I won’t kill you, baby,” he grinned, wide-eyed, “But I’ll make sure you continue to wish you were dead!”

The man started to beat her, again and again. He backhanded her across the face and used the flog to leave beads of blood upon her burned back and ass. Her voice was unleashed, her fear and sadness overwhelming.

“I can’t believe you can still struggle,” the man grunted, “You have such a strong will! The day you break will be a dark day. You won’t be this much fun anymore. So, by all means, keep fighting! Keep hoping!”

Jessica screamed and screamed as he punched and kicked her. He whipped her in the face with the flog repeatedly and she squeezed her eyes shut so tight. The whip stung her eyelids and she feared it would cut through and blind her. She didn’t want to shout because it would whip her in the mouth.

 

Then, the door to her dungeon opened. The whipping stopped. The man whirled around and in the doorway was Master.

“Your time is up,” Master commanded, “If you want more time, then pay for it!”

The man who tormented her was a coward beneath the shadow of Master. He rushed to grab his clothing and get dressed, apologizing profusely, saying he just got carried away and would be happy to pay again next week.

When he left, it was only Master and Jessica, with Kelsey still on the ground at the other end of the room. Master crouched down and looked into her eyes which dripped with tears.

“Please let me die, Master,” she said sullenly, “I can’t… I can’t take anymore.”

Master stroked her hair. She continued to cry.

“I simply can’t,” Jessica said. “I can’t.” She stopped crying. She must not have been hydrated enough to continue.

Master continued to look at her and pet her head.

“Don’t you remember what I told you?” he asked. His face was calm, yet matter-of-fact, looking down on her even though their eyes met.

And she did remember. He had told her he didn’t plan on letting her break. That she would be in a constant state of despair. “Yes,” Jessica answered, looking down.

“I promise you,” Master said, stroking her cheek with his thumb, looking her up and down, like he was gazing into his lover’s face, so intimate, “That you will suffer until the day you die.” He nodded softly and gently kissed her on the lips. Jessica just let her face stare into his longing expression as he pulled away. She sniffed and nodded. “The only way you’ll be getting out of here is as a corpse. Because girls like you – young, gorgeous and slim – deserve to be slaves. You’re built to be used. That young pussy of yours attracts men of all kinds daily, whether you like it or not. And I love making you suffer. I love fucking you in any way I can imagine and I love making you scream,” he smiled. “I love you, Jessica. I’m the only one who will love you for the rest of your days. And you will love no one. But you won’t feel nothing. You deserve to be filled with pain and inflicted with pleasure.”

Jessica simply nodded again. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissed her, then went to work on adjusting her ropes.

He released her from the burn of the ropes and cuffed her hands behind her. One of the other men, Ben, walked in and retrieved Kelsey, lifting her up to her feet and rubbing her body as they walked over to the center of the room.

“Speaking of your prolonged suffering,” Master chuckled, “We have a nice surprise for the two of you today!”

Three of their captors brought in a woman with a bag over her head, completely nude, bite marks and red marks along her body. Jessica couldn’t help but smile, holding back a laugh that emanated from an unstable part of her brain.

*This will never end… they’ll keep bringing in girls, won’t they? And subject them to –*

Jessica froze and she remembered what Master told her on their first day together. That he would take her entire family. First, the girl who walked through that door was her sister… and now…

“No!” Jessica lunged, but was stopped by Master’s grip.

“There’s that liveliness,” Master whispered.

The woman’s bag was removed. It was her mother. Jessica’s eyes became planets and her body started to shake.

“*Nooo*,” she wailed, dropping to her knees, “I hate you,” she sobbed at the men who only looked at the girls with sadistic smiles, “I hate you all… Stop this… Stop this!!”

Jessica was lifted and her face was held in place to look at her mother.

“We’ll never stop this,” he said harshly, holding her too tightly, “Now we have your entire family, save for your father. Maybe we’ll convince him to join in on the fun sometime. We teased and tormented your mother in the other room, and I promise you, we can’t wait to see how we can torment you all together.”

Jessica sobbed, trying to look away but Master wouldn’t let her. Her mother simply took in the room with a confused expression, a slow realization dawning on her.

“This is a fantasy come to life, bitch. We’re gonna see what it’s like to make mom ride that precious face of yours. We’ll make you and your sister devour her holes. We’ll fuck you all together and your bodies will grow accustomed to touching and sweating together as a family.”

The men continued to chuckle, feeling Kelsey’s body and Susan’s.

 

“Mom…?” Kelsey’s voice shook.

Susan started to cry herself. “My babies…” she said, “You took them… What have you done to them?!”

She tried to shake off the men holding her but she couldn’t. Her face became so red and she closed her eyes. Kelsey’s sobs filled the room as did Jessica’s. But Susan proceeded to scream.

“Let them go!! Take me instead! Oh God… My little girls…”

Master dragged Jessica over to her and they stood face to face, completely naked, crying and embarrassed. Master gripped the back of Susan’s hair, as well as Jessica’s and moved their faces closer together. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, “The three of you are about to become much closer than family ever could.”

“Mom…” Jessica said helplessly, unsure of what should be said – there was nothing to say. Nothing to say in hell that would matter.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry,” Susan sniffed. Her face took on one of desperation, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. “They’ll find us. The police have been looking for you girls nonstop. It’s only a matter of time before –”

Master slapped her and then shoved her to her knees. She dragged Jessica over and slammed her down next to her and the same was done for Kelsey. The men gathered around in front of the crying girls, looking down, mother in middle with her daughters at her sides. They took pictures from various angles and distances and then began to take off their pants.

“No one will find you,” Master assured them. “Welcome to your new life.”

The men went to the sides of the room to retrieve tools and toys. Pocket knives, vibrators, whips and dildos. The men crouched beside the girls and taunted them with the objects and their voices while Master continued to stand, stroking himself, watching the magnificent scene unfold.

As Jessica was poked and prodded, she glanced over to her mother, who was massaged and her sister, who was subject to the points of knives and fingertips. Her body started to feel good as her soul burned with despair.

She was home, it seemed. With her sister and mother, forever, this would be their home. It was craze-inducing but she couldn’t’ go crazy no matter how hard she tried. It would have to come naturally, and she prayed it would.

But she had another prayer within her as the fingers inserted themselves in her and the mouths slurped around her flesh – she still prayed to be free. That somehow, whatever she prayed to, would take mercy and grant her freedom. Maybe that was why she suffered, because she held onto that hope. But it couldn’t be helped. She continued to pray as the whips cracked and the hands pinched.

*Please free us…*

Her family moaned and cried.

*Please set us free…*

The men grunted and groaned with pleasure.

*Please grant us freedom.*

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##To be continued…

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