You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF/Rape)

You’re late for work.

Waking up and realizing you missed your alarm is the worst feeling. You spring out of bed, quickly take a half shower and get dressed. The only thing you don’t hate about your job is the dress code being casual, so you grab a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt to cover your thong and sports bra.

You try to be quiet, knowing that your boyfriend – if you can even call him that lately – is asleep on the couch. As you start to leave, you hear him stirring, but you don’t have the time or the patience for him now. The second you pull out of the parking lot, you get three texts.

“Hey?”
“I guess we aren’t even saying bye to each other now?”
“You could have at least avoided waking me up.”

You roll your eyes, and plan your response. Things have been tense lately, and you’re not sure how much longer it can really last. You care about him enough to keep trying to make it work though, so at the stop sign you quickly text back.

“Sorry, I woke up late. I was trying not to wake you. I’ll see you after.”

You focus on driving, and soon you’re turning onto a back road that serves as a small shortcut. You’re only doing 15, so when your boyfriend sends another text, you glance down and prep yourself for more drama.

“Okay… I love you…”

You audibly groan as you read the text…

BANG.

You look up, shocked. Directly in front of you there’s a car stopped in the road. It looks expensive, a black SUV with blacked out windows and big rims. You panic, and a million thoughts go through your head at once.

‘Is my insurance up to date? … How much is this going to cost? … How bad is my premium going to be after this? … Will I get a ticket if they call the cops? I can’t afford this. … I’m already late and work might fire me. … Plus my car is damaged too, and I’m already broke. Fuck fuck fuck.’

You slowly open the door of your car, and unbuckle your seat belt. You climb out, and you see a man stepping out of the SUV. You can’t help but notice that he’s tall, well built, and his clothes are obviously expensive. You’re immediately intimidated by him, and you force yourself to ignore how handsome he is as he walks towards you. After a moment, his approach prompts you to speak.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be stopped here. Are you okay??” He ignores your question entirely, and simply glares at you. He takes a few steps towards you, and then to the back of his SUV. He looks over the damage, seeing a large indent in the bottom of his bumper where the hood of your car slammed into it. You notice that your front end is wedged under the bumper slightly, making the accident that much worse. He takes out his phone and you start to panic again.

“Please don’t call the cops…” you blurt out. He pauses and stares at you. “I’m not.” His voice is like a dagger, and the anger in his tone almost makes you flinch. You start rambling nervously, unable to really control the stream of words that fall out of your mouth. “I’m so so sorry, I’m broke and I’m late for work at a job I hate and I don’t even know if this car is insured anymore, I’ve never even had an accident before but I know it will fuck everything up for me. Your truck is really nice and I’m just so so sorry for damaging it. Please forgive me.”

While you speak, he just stares a hole in you. You’re not even sure if he’s listening, or just angry. All you can do is hope that your pleading helps the situation rather than making it worse. Eventually you’re able to stop rambling and you fall silent. You bow your head and try not to cry, overwhelmed. After a moment, he speaks.

“You’re broke, late for work, uninsured and you were texting when you hit me. I saw you.” His words cut into you and cause your tears to start to flow. You’re fucked. If he calls the cops and tells them that you’ll get a ticket for sure. “Stop crying. I’m not calling anyone. You and I are going to work this out right here and now.” He speaks with a calm collected voice now. It almost puts you at ease, but you can’t imagine a way to fix this issue without money.

Whimpering slightly, you start to thank him. “Th…thank you… so much… I don’t know how we’re going to work this out but I’m listening.” Your voice shakes with stress and fear, but he’s still completely calm. “Listen, I’m going to make this really simple. I feel badly for you. I can afford to fix my car, as well as yours.” When he pauses, you can feel your heart climbing into your throat. What he’s saying seems so kind, so generous. You start to thank him, but he speaks over you.

“You and I are going to climb into the back of my truck. I’m going to take my pants off, and you’re going to suck my dick. I’m going to cum in your mouth, and then I’m going to write you a check for the full value of your car. Do you understand?”

You freeze, and your mouth falls open slightly as he speaks. You can’t believe what you’re hearing at all. You’re shocked, offended, appalled, and disgusted. You immediately think of your boyfriend, in spite of things being tough, you know this would be cheating. You open your mouth to speak, and he cuts you off again.

“Careful what you say next. This is a one time offer.” His words give you a reason to pause and think, but your answer is still the same. “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t do that. That’s honestly disgusting, I don’t even know you and I have a boyfriend. There has to be another way to work this out. Please.” Midway through your rebuttal to his offer you start to regret your close-mindedness. Maybe this isn’t such a bad deal…?

It’s too late now though, and you know that based on the look on his face. He looks down at his phone again, his eyes narrow with anger. You hear the whoosh of a text sending at the same moment that you start talking. “If you call the cops, I’ll tell them what you said about me sucking your dick.” The words fall out of your mouth before you can even think. You’re in full defense mode now, just trying to get out of this situation.

He looks up at you, and the look in his eyes has changed. The anger has been replaced by something you can’t identify. It’s deeper than that now. Is it hatred? You hear a chime from his phone, and he takes a step towards you. “Listen, you little bitch. I’m going to make you regret turning down my offer in ways you can’t even imagine yet. Try and run and it all gets worse for you.”

His words put the deepest level of fear into your heart, and you immediately turn and half-sprint the few steps to your car. You pry the door open, and step in. You see your phone still sitting open to the text from your boyfriend, and you feel a wave of resentment towards him. You might have considered saying yes to this man’s offer if it wasn’t for him…

You turn the key and your car starts, but barely. You see him walking towards your car as you put it in reverse. You glance at the mirror, ready to slam on the gas and damage your front end even more if that’s what it takes to get away from this man. You see something unexpected though. There’s a second blacked out SUV pulling up behind you, and a second later they have you boxed in.

In an act of desperation, you try to lock your car door. He yanks on the handle at the same moment, and the lock doesn’t engage. He pulls again, and then there’s nothing left to protect you from him. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his left hand, and you feel your ass leave the seat as he yanks you towards him with impressive strength. An instant later, everything goes black as his right fist connects with your temple.

——— An hour passes. ———

You wake up, but you can’t see anything. Your head is throbbing, and you only feel confusion. As your senses start to kick in, you taste rubber. You smell leather. You can hear a low mechanical hum, like being right outside of a factory. Your confusion builds as you try to piece together where you are. You were late for work. You got in an accident. There was that man…

Your brain slowly starts to process what happened. You turned down that man’s offer to suck his dick and now he’s taken you… somewhere. You can’t see, and you’re now aware of the thick blindfold that’s covering your eyes. You try to pull an arm towards you to remove it, but you realize in horror that you’re unable to move your arms and legs. You feel a tugging on your wrists and ankles when you try, and you know you’re in restraints.

Your senses are suddenly sharp, and you’re fully aware of what’s happened. You’ve been abducted. You scream, unsure of what else to do. You feel a sharp slap across your cheek, the impact rattling your brain again and causing your headache to intensify. The slap is enough to silence you, but only momentarily.

“Wuhh thu fuch, whehr thu fuch ahm I?” You manage your spit the words out over the ball of rubber in your mouth, and a harsh voice responds. “Shut the fuck up bitch, before I slap you senseless… Hey, she’s awake. Text him.” You don’t recognize the voice at all, you’re just sure it’s not the man from earlier.

All you can do is wait, uncomfortable and unable to move, and afraid to speak again. Suddenly the blindfold is yanked down to a resting place below your chin, and you’re blinded by a dull light. As your eyes adjust, you see concrete floors and walls, metal trussing above you and 3 men standing in front of you. One that you recognize, and two that you don’t. One of the unknown men is rubbing his crotch.

You look them over for a brief moment, letting your eyes adjust. The tall and handsome one you recognize, but he’s significantly more intimidating now because he’s shirtless. The muscles across his chest look impressively strong, and you almost stop to stare at them as you scan the room.

The man to his left is heavy set, very average in the face and wearing some sort of jumpsuit work uniform. You don’t find him attractive at all, not that it matters. He looks nervous, glancing around the open area and looking up towards the noise above. You quickly look away from him when your eyes meet for a second.

You glance further left and see that you’re attached at the wrist and ankle to a large wooden structure. The bindings are leather and clearly heavy duty and are clasped shut with large alligator clips. You can assume your right side is fastened similarly. Looking past the wood, you notice several old looking machines that have been clearly retired from use, collecting dust against the walls.

You do your best to ignore the placement of the third man’s hand has you look to the right and see him. He’s tall like the first man, thin and wearing a suit. His face has sharp narrow features. His hands are adorned with 2 large rings, and the watch on his wrist looks beyond expensive. Glancing down at his wrist gives you an unintentional look at what his hand is covering, there’s a large bulge extending from his belt area down towards his right thigh. You immediately dismiss a thought about him being clearly larger than your boyfriend, and you force yourself to look away.

The last thing you see in the room utterly devastates you. There’s a large mattress, clearly old and stained. You know deep down exactly what it’s there for, and anxiety pounds at your insides.

The man in the middle, the one you already fear so intensely, steps towards you. His words from earlier ring in your head, ‘I’m going to make you regret turning down my offer in ways you can’t even imagine yet.’ Your squirm and struggle as he reaches for you and you try to pull away from his touch as he uses a finger to pry the ballgag from your mouth. “Tell us your name, and if you scream you’ll be beaten.”

His voice is still as piercing and disconcerting as before, but there’s a hint of excitement in it now. The tone terrifies you, and you swallow your instincts to scream at the sound of his threat. “Speak when you’re spoken to.” His voice forces yours to start working. “He…Heather…” you barely manage to say your own name as your lips quiver and your entire body shakes in fear. Adrenaline is coursing through you and your instincts all scream at you to run, but you obviously can’t. “W…will you tell me yours?”

The cold laugh that cuts through the room puts the hair on the back of your neck on end. You realize it’s the tall thin man that’s laughing, but the man in the middle speaks. “That seems fair, I suppose. I’m Mike, this is George and this is Paul.” All three men chuckle, and you’re acutely aware that the names are fake. ‘George’, the nervous heavy set man, looks at the ceiling again before speaking. “Put the gag back, please.” His voice sounds exactly as nervous as he appears, and you consider that maybe he works in this factory.

‘Mike’ shoves the gag back in your mouth just as you start to protest. The meek noises you make are met by another harsh slap across your face. ‘Paul’, the tall skinny man, has a look of malice and twisted joy in his eyes as he steps back from swinging at you. You shudder as you realize he’s deeply enjoying being able to abuse you, as is evident by his bulge and his evil grin.

“Would you prefer to watch, or be blind?” There’s a clearly false kindness in Mike’s voice as he poses the question. “Blindfold, or no?” He prompts you again when you don’t immediately answer. You shake your head no, and all three men laugh again. “Your loss, I guess you want to see us naked”, Mike says through his laugher. All you can do is watch in horror as he unbuckles his pants.

The other men follow his lead, and soon all three are naked. George doesn’t appear to be hard yet, but his cock looks thick and heavy hanging below his gut. Mike is slowly rubbing his cock, and you can tell it’s going to grow more than it already has. Paul however, is clearly fully erect. His cock is longer than most that you’ve seen in porn, not impressively thick, but clearly a lot to take. You force your eyes shut to avoid looking at it, and another harsh slap connects with the side of your head.

“Open your eyes you little slut. You’re the one who said no to the blindfold.” Paul’s voice fills your ears, and you slowly open your eyes. He’s inches from you, his hand raised and ready to strike you again. “Close them again, I fucking dare you.” You gulp hard, fear tightening your throat. You nod quickly, hoping that he won’t hit you again if you agree to watch. His evil grin returns, and he moves to your left out of sight.

Mike takes a step towards you and your whole body is tense with fear. You feel a boney hand grab your ass, and you know it’s Paul. The sudden contact makes you yelp loudly behind the gag, and George clamps a hand over your mouth. “Keep it down, little slut.” His hand slides from your mouth to your throat, and your eyes go wide in fear. His fingers are thick and strong, and when he starts to squeeze your vision almost immediately blurs. His free hand takes a place on your right breast, and he gropes you without concern for your comfort.

Mike places a hand on each of your hips, where your leggings start to be covered by your hoodie. He looks you up and down, and then says “Let’s get these ugly clothes off and see what we’re really working with here.” The other two men clearly celebrate your impending nudity, and they start tugging at your clothes. Mike pulls out a small pocket knife, which terrifies you, but all he does is cut the bottom seam of your sweatshirt before tossing the knife to the side where it clatters to the floor.

The feeling of having your clothes literally ripped off of you will probably haunt you for years. You can feel the bruises forming on your hips as Paul and George both pull on your leggings, and you hear them rip loudly, somewhere in the back. You feel Paul’s fingers digging into the hole they’ve made, the contact against your skin giving you chills all over. With little effort, he tears away the fabric, letting it fall in tatters to your ankles.

Mike and George each grab a side of the bottom of your hoodie and pull. It splits right up the middle, exposing your sports bra. They yank the hoodie back off of your shoulders, leaving the front of your torso bare save for the bra. You recoil away from George’s thick hands as they grab at the straps of your bra, fearing being choked again. With almost comical ease, he snaps each strap by tugging them apart with two hands.

Mike grabs the front of your bra and yanks it down to your waist. You feel your nipples stiffen in the cool air of the factory basement, and your face turns red with shame as the three men leer at you and make snide remarks about both the size and shape of your breasts and your nipples. George seems the most excited about your breasts, and he seemingly can’t help but cup one of them and guide your nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard, adjusting his mouth once to be able to suck with more intensity. The sensation causes your head to spin as you struggle in your restraints.

Paul’s hands are all over your ass again, and he’s pulled your thong to the side. He starts squeezing and slapping your ass cheeks, and prodding at your holes. You feel him push his finger against your asshole, and he loudly proclaims that your ass is ‘virgin tight’. You know better, you’ve let your boyfriend in your ass before, but it’s been months and the contact from his fingers repulses you. He slips his hand lower, and you’re suddenly aware of that you’re slightly moist.

Full of embarrassment and shame, you hear him cackle and announce ‘the bitch is wet for us boys!’ You bow your head as George continues fondling your tits, and now your vision reveals something else. George’s cock has grown a few inches and is sticking out straight now, extending past his belly. The girth of it impresses you, and you have to look away before you accidentally compare to boyfriend in your mind again.

Looking away only reveals another cock though, Mike’s. He’s been standing back with his arms folded since your bra came off, but he clearly likes what he sees. His cock is fully hard now, it isn’t quite as thick but it’s a few important inches longer than George’s. You notice that it’s rippled with veins, something your boyfriend’s cock lacks. You scold yourself internally for the thought. In spite of it, you find that you can’t look away until Paul slaps your ass again, this time significantly harder.

The impact on your butt causes your breasts to jiggle in George’s hands, and you yelp in pain again. Just as quickly as before, the noise you make is met by George shifting his grip from your tits to your throat. You shake your head repeatedly, mumbling ‘sorry, sorry’ through the gag. He gives your throat a little squeeze as a reminder to keep quiet, and his other hand digs deep and painfully into your boob.

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