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Subject: {ASSM} The Gambler by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Torture
Date: Tue,  8 Jan 2002 21:10:23 -0500
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The Gambler by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Torture
Copyright 2002


	I made a big mistake when I started gambling.  I made an even bigger 
mistake when I refused to pay my gambling debts.  I didn't think they'd do 
anything to me.  How could they?  I was a familiar face on magazine covers, 
a household name, and I was dating a big rock star.  None of that meant a 
thing.

	They took me one night as I left a club down by the piers.  After a quick 
drive across the river to New Jersey I was put on a private jet and flown to 
Florida.  For training.

	I was taken to an old hunting camp out in the Everglades after being 
examined and pronounced healthy by a prominent doctor.  He gave me a battery 
of shots and told my captors that I should be okay for at least a month.

	We went into the swamp on an air boat.  I was stripped nude as soon as we 
were out of sight.  My wrists were bound behind my back with duct tape and 
my elbows were taped together so tightly that I though my shoulders would be 
dislocated.  My legs were taped above and below my knees and at my ankles.  
Nobody touched me after that.  I was baggage.  I kept silent because they 
said they'd cut my tongue out if I spoke a word.

	At the camp, the duct tape was removed and I was lowered into a hole in the 
ground.  And old, brick-lined well about 12 feet deep.  The bottom was damp 
despite the drop in the water level in recent years.  A grate was placed 
over the hole.  There was a circlar opening in the center of the grate that 
puzzled me.

	A few minutes later a man stopped astride the grate.  He unzipped his 
pants, took his cock out, and pissed on the grate.  I cried out in disgust.  
I was in a make-shift toilet.  I remained there for three days.  People 
pissed and shit on me every few minutes.  At night, a bottle of spring water 
was lowered down to me.  I was not fed.

	At the end of three days the grate was removed and a ladder was lowered.  I 
climbed out of the hole.  I was covered with shit and I stank worse than you 
can imagine.  They hosed me down and gave me more shots.  Then I was allowed 
to bathe and rub myself with scented body lotion.  Finally, I was fed.  
After I finished eating they made me put on a black leather hood with small 
eyeholes.  It was locked in place and I was again warned that I'd lose my 
tongue if I spoke a word.

	I was taken to a small hut on a raised platform.  The only item of 
furniture was a small bed.  My left ankle was shackled to a ringbolt set in 
the floor.  I sat down on the bed.  I was warned to behave myself.  "Any 
resistance and you go back in the shit hole."  A few minutes later a man 
came in and fucked me.  He was followed by another and another.  I was 
fucked thirty times in the next twenty-four hours.  Some used my mouth, some 
used my anus, but most were content with my pussy.

	A woman came in, a young athlete I recognized.  She sat on the edge of the 
bed and pushed me down on my knees.  I cried as I licked her.  The second 
day I was fucked 34 times and used by six women.  On the third day I was 
fucked 41 times but only two women used me.  I was fed and watered once a 
day but I was bathed and douched every two hours.

	On the seventh day I was again allowed to bathe and rub myself down with 
scented body lotion.  A man came to see me.  "Have you learned your lesson, 
slut?"

	I nodded and whispered, "Yes, sir, I have."

	He studied me intently for a long minute.  Then he told me to follow him.  
"I want to show you something."  We walked across the mound.  It was about 
1/2 mile in diameter.  On the far side a cross had been erected near the 
water.  He pointed to it.  "If you come here again this is where you'll go 
on the seventh day.  And I guarantee there won't be a resurrection."


	We walked back across the mound to the airboat.  As we neared our original 
starting point I was given a sundress and a pair of sandals.  I was flown 
back to New Jersey.  A long black limo met the plane.  I was instructed to 
remove my clothes and walk to the limo.  I obeyed without hesitation.

	A man was seated in the back of the limo.  A young Asian woman was sitting 
next to him.  She was wearing a leather vest over a black silk T-shirt, a 
short leather skirt, and a pair of strappy sandals.  She was extremely 
beautiful.  He pointed to the floor and said, "On your knees, slut."  He lit 
a cigar and when it was going good he asked me if I'd learned my lesson.

	I nodded.  "Yes, sir, I have. I'll pay and I'll do anything else you want."

	He held the cigar out.  "Put this out.  Between your legs."

	I took the cigar and glanced at the girl.  She was smiling in anticipation. 
  I stared into her eyes as I snubbed the cigar out against my vulva.  I 
tried not to show how much pain it caused but I couldn't help moaning as the 
pain lanced through me.  I put the dead cigar in the ashtray and faced them 
again, tears running down my cheeks.  He smiled.  "I have to pee."

	I unzipped his zipper and took his flaccid cock in my mouth.  I 
concentrated on not gagging as his piss shot into my mouth and down my 
throat.  I knew instinctively that I'd die if I gagged.  When he was done I 
bent my head and wiped his cock dry on my hair.  Then I tucked it back in 
his pants and zipped him up.

	He glanced at the Asian girl.  She lit a cigarette and burned my right 
nipple with the tip.  After a moment she did the same to my left nipple.  I 
bit my lip, drawing blood, to avoid screaming.  I stared her right in the 
eye the entire time.

	They gave me a raincoat to put on and dropped me off at my building.  I 
went up and went to bed.  The next day I posed for the cover of a major 
magazine.  I paid my debt but that didn't get me off the hook.  They own me. 
  Actually, it's not they anymore.  He gave me to the Asian bitch whose name 
is Mari.  She knows many ways to have fun with a lit cigarette.  I pray that 
she'll tire of me soon and kill me.  I'd commit suicide but I'm afaid of 
what she'd to to me if I tried and failed.

The End.





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