Part II: The Introduction
Summer felt the man’s cold hand rub against her sweating nipple. She trembled even more, hands clenched into fists, hoping to punch whoever was molesting her already weakened body. She resisted the urge. Soon, the van pulled to a complete stop and she could hear men speaking in foreign tongue. Three, five, eight, no nine, no twelve. She counted. She felt yet another pair of hands drag her off the van. He led her in a straight line to what felt like a small cabin in the middle of the woods. To the right, you could hear a steady stream of water. She stepped up the foyer and into the cabin.
The man took the bag off of her head. Bright lights pierced her eyes and she squinted. It wasn’t until a few moments later that she was able to visually observe the things happening around her. And when she did, her heart sank.
The cabin was a large room. It must take her at least 70 steps to get across, she lamented thinking of ways to escape. At the center of the room was a large stir-up, similar to the one she sat on when she had her gynecology exam three weeks prior. It was clinical. Stainless steel, white padded cushions to support her legs. Last but not least, there was a spotlight shining right on top of it. To the right of the room was a series of tables, on it a series of long and short stainless steel rods. They were polished to perfection and had various shapes. But these, scary and threatening as they may seem, wasn’t the reason her heart sank. Lined up against the left wall were a group of men. Perhaps the nomenclature ‘group’ wasn’t accurate, she thought. This was an army of men, at least 50, prancing back and forth as if they were waiting for something. “Please.”, Summer begged. He was a muscular man, older than Summer. He turned and smiled. He shook his head and nodded in the direction of the stool. I stood still. He tapped a knife pocketed in his belt. I walked.
Summer knew what she was in for. She cried, but at the same time, she resisted the urge to imagine what was going to happen. Not because it was going to scare her, but because she had to resist getting aroused. This is the sort of porn she secretly watches at night when she’s back home tired from work. The kind of porn she ejaculates to four times before her flight to Colombia. “Gangbang a lone traveller”, “Taken in all holes”, “Ravished and ravaged”. These were the terms she typed into video hosting websites. These were the videos she had on as she inserted two fingers into her vagina and an anal plug into her behind. Now, these are the words she will use to describe what is happening to her.
Summer quickly calmed herself down as she reminded herself she cannot get wet and aroused. That will only turn the men on.
She walked over to the stir-up, at knife point.
“What do you want me to do?”, she asked.
“Nothing.”, the man answered. One of the man in the row walked over to me. “Turn around.”, he said in broken English. She rotated and was facing away from him, looking directly at the man holding the knife. He pulled the fabric of her white blouse back as hard as he could. It was now taut against Summer’s body. She froze. She wasn’t wearing any bras. Her nipples immediately hardened and poked through the fabric. Her areolas, much to her surprised, puffed. The men standing in rows laughed and whistled. From their points of view, they could see her full C cup breasts even though they were thinly covered by her white blouse. They could make it’s outline. Her hourglass figure tempted them. She knew that unclasping her bra this morning before she left the hotel was a bad call. It was too late. The man with the knife proceeded to look down at the shorts. Summer’s extremely short shorts. He gestured a motion. It was meant for me to take it off. She shook her head.
The man laughed and signaled the man pulling on her blouse the same gesture. Suddenly, in a fit of rage, he yanked down her short with such intensity that it pulled Summer’s entire body down as well. The short came off easily afterwards. He had held on to the short but also to the red g-string underneath. Both came off.
Summer was now fully exposed. Before she could close her arms around her bare body, the man reached for her hands and raised them above her body. He was considerably taller than her so she was dangling naked. The men watching cheered. He pushed her onto the stir-up and clamped her legs to it. The doctor’s office last time didn’t have clamps on his stir-up, Summer thought. She was right. This was a special seat designed for a special purpose. She sat fully exposed. Her slightly trimmed ladyhood opened wide for everyone to see. A clamp locked down her neck, her bare breasts jiggled as she squirmed in the seat.
It was getting dark. She knew the night was just starting.
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