He's making me write this.  He's sitting across the room, watching me type.  It's making me nervous; just when I had finally gotten used to his treatment, he finds another way to humiliate me.  I hate him.  He'll beat me for that, but I'll write it anyway.  I hate him and his friends for what they did to me, for what they turned me into.  But since I really have no choice, I sit here and type.

A month ago, just after my 23rd birthday, I went on my first blind date ever.  My female friend had set me up with a guy her boyfriend's friend knew from his work.  She said she had met him before, but I doubted that she did.  We, Eric and I, ended up going to a party hosted by a wealthy friend of his.  We got there a bit early, and since Eric and the guy were friends, we ended up helping set up.  We got a jump start on the drinking too, so by the time the party was in full swing, I was feeling pretty good.

I've never been inhibitive by nature, so I really let loose when I was drunk.  I started hanging all over Eric, and he was grabbing my ass and groping my chest.  Some of the more sober guests stared, but the host, who seemed to be as drunk as we were, joined in.  Soon, I was surrounded by four very drunk guests and one drunk host.  I was very horny, and when the host of the party, Jack, suggested that we go find somewhere more private to "talk", all of us followed like lost, drunk puppy dogs.

The six of us, Jack, Eric, Simon, Joe, Mark and I, went upstairs and into the master bedroom.  I had felt fairly secure, even through my drunken haze, that I was in control of the situation, and that I could handle myself through anything.  But as soon as the door closed, whatever control I had over the group of men dissipated immediately.  The men entered the room first, and when the lock on the door clicked home, I was grabbed from behind.  At first I thought it was a game, and so I only giggled and sqirmed, but when I was thrown down on the bed and Jack laid down on top of me, I realized that I had lost control.

I tried to shove the muscled body off of me as his lips bruised mine and his toungue tried to invade my mouth, but my efforts were soon stopped by Mark as he pulled my arms above my head and pinned them to the bed.  Simon did the same to my legs, pulling them apart and holding them firmly.  I hadn't thought either of them to be that strong, but I was mistaken as I struggled for all I was worth to get rid of the hard, painful kiss.  Finally, Jack stopped and slapped me three times in succession.  

I yelped in pain, then started to cry.  I asked them what they were doing, and that if they kept it up, I'd scream and all the guests would come and help me, but Jack only laughed.  He asked if I could hear any music from below, and I listened, but couldn't.  I realized that the music had been quite loud downstairs, so if I couldn't hear it, there was no way in hell that anyone would hear me.  Jack laughed at me when I started to cry harder, then slapped me again.  I knew a bruise must be forming by now, and tried my best to stop, but didn't succeed in anything but lowering my wails to whimpers.

Before I could resist more, Joe pulled a pocket knife from his jeans and handed the open blade to Jack.  Jack made quick work of my short skirt and thin blouse.  He sliced off my bra and panties , and Simon pulled off my shoes almost on cue.  The blade was put away, and Jack quickly disrobed as well.  Through my tears I saw that his cock was fully engorged, and damn huge.  I struggled harder as I realized he intended to rape me, and I screamed for him to stop and for help, mindless of the fact that nobody would be coming for me.  It didn't help any, and he quickly speared my cunt with his huge member.

I had never known such pain as I encountered then.  I wasn't ready for him, and my smaller body was no match for his.  As the man rammed into me again and again, I saw the other guys getting naked as well.  Eric and Joe took Mark and Simons places at my wrists and ankles, keeping a firm hold so that all I could do was cry and twist a bit from side to side.  Jack started to slap my breasts as he plowed me, and whomever was now holding my wrists would occasionally pinch and twist them so hard it started new bouts of tears.  I wasn't making any coherent sounds anymore, only wailing in pain, when finally Jack shot his load deep inside my cunt.  He stayed inside for a moment, resting and making sure he was finished, then finally pulled out.  My sobs softened a bit, thinking he was finally done, but the bastard was still semi-hard.  He moved quickly, and while my mouth was still open, he shoved himself down my throat for one last burst.  I had no choice but to swallow as his cock extended down into my throat a bit, and then I began to gag.  I couldn't breathe, and the room started to get fuzzy when he finally withdrew and I could gasp again.

I was humiliated and in pain.  The hands on my wrists started to cut off circulation, and my thighs were sore from the pounding I had just recieved.  I couldn't stop crying, even if I had wanted to.  I was humiliated by all these men staring lewdly at my naked and now bruised body.  They didn't wait long to use me again, though.  I had barely caught my breath and started to regain control, when my wrists and ankles were released.  Someone, I couldn't see who, fastened a dog's collar to my neck, and a chain was attatched from a snap hook in the ceiling to the collar.  It didn't prevent my movements much, but I knew I wouldn't get far from the bed.

Eric pulled me into a sitting position, then turned me around so I was kneeling like a dog on my hands and knees.  Simon was leaning up against the headboard in front of me, erection in my face, and he pointed at it to indicate I should suck.  I was hesitant, but he wasn't as he smacked me across the cheek again, and that convinced me.  Tearfully I took a bit of his cock in my mouth, but he forcefully shoved my head down so I was deep throating him.  I jerked back, but he took my head firmly in his hands and controlled my movements.  I concentrated on getting my breaths timed right with his movements, and I was sufficiently distracted while the men behind me were sqirting some KY jelly on my ass.  I noticed that something was happening when a finger snaked into my anus, but Simon wasn't about to let me quit my ministrations on his cock.  So it was with a bit of suprise, and a lot of pain, that Eric roughly entered my ass.

I nearly screamed into Simon's cock, which only excited him more, as Eric forced his way into my ass hole.  He wasn't being gentle, only shoving as hard as he could without hurting himself.  I could hear him groaning while Joe and Mark coaxed him on.  I tried clenching my muscles, but it did little good.  I felt like I would be split in two.  Eric's cock felt like it was twice the size of Jack's or Simon's, but in reality it wasn't.  He started moving in and out as much as he could, and I tried not to choke on Simon's engorged manhood, when finally, Simon came.  His steaming hot cum slammed into the back of my throat and it took all the willpower I had not to gag and hurl all over him.  Not that it would have gone anywhere, for his penis was still lodged halfway down my throat.  Finally he finished and withdrew.  

I gasped for air and tried to sit up some, but Eric wouldn't have it.  He reached forward and started to pull and tweak my nipples like I was some kind of cow.  It was extreemly painful, my breasts having already been abused once.  I leaned on my elbows, my cheek semi-resting in Simon's crotch next to his now flaccid member, trying to be brave and take the reaming like a pro, but it didn't work.  My tears wouldn't stop, and finally Eric finished, squirting cum into my ass, and leaking some out as well.  When he finally finished, I tried to slump forward, but he pulled me back up so I was standing on my knees.  Simon moved out from under me, and Joe lay down in his place.  Joe told me to ride him for all I was worth, or I'd be in more pain than I already was.  My knees were weak, and I didn't know if I'd be able to do what he said, but I tried anyway, not willing to test his wrath.

Lowering myself gently over his dick, I tried not to cause myself any more pain, but Joe wouldn't have it.  My already sore pussy was made even more raw as he pulled me down onto him, and started to guide my hips.  I moved up and down on him as he rocked a bit, making me do all the work.  It was evident that he was enjoying himself, as he quickly closed his eyes.  I didn't do anything more than what he told me to, and soon he became annoyed.  He told me to kiss him, and suck and play with his nipples.  He said if I didn't make him have the best orgasm of his life, he'd beat me to within an inch of my life.  At this point I knew he wasn't bluffing, so I leaned forward and began licking and teasing his nipples with my toungue and fingers.  I tried not to pinch and hurt him as the five of them had been hurting me.  He pulled my face to his, and shoved his toungue into my mouth, then drew mine into his.  He was much less rough than the others had been, and I thought that had we met under different circumstances, he would be a very good lover.

Thankfully it didn't take long for Joe to get off.  After I resumed my attention to his nipples, he came almost immediately.  I sat there, tear stains on my cheek, waiting for someone to tell me what to do.  Finally, Joe shoved me off of him, and I fell off the bed.  Choking, I realized how far my leash would go.  The men laughed at me as I tried to pull myself up back onto the bed.  I succeeded, and lay where Joe had been the moment before, gasping for air.  When I finally got control again, and my sobs of fear subsided to whimpers again, Jack began to talk to me.

He said that I was his little slut.  He said that I was going to be his personal toy, and anyone elses toy that he deemed worthy.  I wasn't a person anymore, I was a possesion.  He said that if I didn't accept this, and behave like a good pet should, that he'd have me whipped worse than I'd ever experienced before.  Then, to prove his point, he pulled his leather belt through the loops of the pants he had put back on, and told me to stand on the bed, my hands holding my chain.  Hesitantly, I did what he said.  I knew what was coming, and I couldn't see a way out of it.  

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the first blow came across my ass.  It stung, and after having got reamed, the soreness was renewed.  The second, third, and fourth blows came in rapid succession across my thighs.  Another landed on my stomach, and several landed on my breasts.  Those hurt the worst, and just when I had thought I couldn't scream anymore, I did.  I screamed until no sound came out as blows pelted my back, chest, and ass.  When Jack motioned for me to spread my legs, I could only shake my head no, terror written on my face, but two especially powerful blows to each breast convinced me to cooperate.  I thought I had experienced the ultimate in pain already that night, but when the leather strap landed directly on my pussy, I nearly passed out.  My grip on my chain was fierce to prevent me from falling off the bed again, but I nearly fell on my knees.  When Jack saw I had recovered a bit, two more blows landed on my breasts followed by another blow on my cunt.  This time I did fall to my knees, but Joe pulled me back up, and Jack landed one final lash on my tender and raw cunt before I passed out in Joe's arms.

* * *

When I woke up again, I was alone in a different room.  I still wore the collar and chain, and I was still tied to the ceiling, but this room was much smaller than the master bedroom we had been in before.  It was also much darker, without window or light fixture that I could see.  The only source of light was the small beam that filtered through under the door.

I was confused, scared, and very sore.  There were welts that I could feel on my body from the belt, and my lower lips were especially tender after the whipping they had recieved.  My breasts ached from all the abuse they had taken as well, and I was partially relieved that I had finally passed out.  Another part of me realized, however, that the men may have had their way with me again after I was unconcious, and I would have no way of knowing it.

After spending what seemed like an eternity laying on the bed in that small, dark room, the door finally opened.  I sat up in the bed, forgetting that I was naked, with my heart pounding away in my chest.  I was sure that Jack could hear it as he stood there with a satisfied smirk on his face, but he said nothing.  He unhooked my chain from the ceiling, and jerked hard on my collar, choking me momentarily.  When I finally followed, he told me to stay a few steps behind him and to his left.  I was past the point of revolt, and followed the huge man obediently.  I was scared of him, and he knew it.  

And rightly so.  Not only had the man raped and beat me the night before, but he had taken my life away from me.  I didn't know where I was, I could be in a totally different place than before.  Plus, I hadn't paid attention to how Eric and I had gotten to the party.  All I knew is that we were somewhere in the upperclass suburbs, and there were a lot of those around Los Angeles.  To top it all off, Jack was a tall, muscled man who seemed to take an enjoyment in inflicting pain, and in taking away the rights of innocent girls.  I was fucked.

Jack paused and opened a set of large wooden doors, and led me into a large living room.  There was a huge couch, and a couple of overstuffed lounge chairs.  In each of the chairs sat a man I hadn't seen before, and their attention was totally on me.  Jack introduced me to them as their "entertainment" for the evening, and why didn't they all get started on the fun?  The men agreed, and started to remove their clothes.  Jack did the same, never letting go of my chain, and finally they were all nude.  I realized they were going to rape me again, and something in me snapped.

I screamed, and ran for the door.  Jack had a firm grip on my chain, though, and I was jerked back.  The other two men were immediately by my side, roughly picking me up off the ground, and the taller one threw me over his shoulder.  I kicked and hit at him, but he didn't seem to be phased.  Jack hooked my chain with about a foot left over, so when the man finally lowered me to the ground, my toes barely touched.  I started to choke, and immediately grabbed the chain to allow myself to breathe.  Jack and the men laughed, and told me that if I didn't want to strangle to death, I'd better be "involved".

The shorter man, who had blonde hair, came over to where I tried to balance and hang at the same time, and picked me up, pulling my legs around his waist.  His dick was already hard and pointing straight up, and much to my suprise, I slipped down on it fairly easily.  As he started to move me a bit on his cock, he told me to take over, and use his shoulders for leverage.  I did, and it wasn't long before the man was moaning in pleasure.  I was humiliated, but I was also starting to enjoy myself.  His finger had slipped down to my clit and was rubbing it gently, and I lost myself in the pleasure of it for a minute, forgetting where I was and what I was doing.  I was brought back to reality when something started pushing against my ass.

The other stranger had, in one swift movement, shoved himself inside my butt.  I screamed, but the finger on my clit started rubbing again, and I realized that I kind of enjoyed the pain and pleasure combiniation.  Between tears and moans, I started moving faster, and the men met my speed.  I was so full, a cock in each hole, it was something I had fantisized about for ages but could never convince anyone to do.  I once again forgot what I was and started to kiss the man I was mounting, and his fingers moved faster on my cunt as I pounded and was pounded faster and with more passion.  Finally, I screamed again, this time in pleasure.  The waves came crashing down on me, one after another, and I felt first my back hole, then my front fill with hot liquid.  The three of us were moaning and yelling in pleasure, and finally we were all sated.

The two men stood there, with me sandwiched between them for a moment, then they both pulled out.  I reached up for my chain again as I felt my collar tightening around my neck, and panted as I regained control of myself.  Before I could fully realize what had happened, Jack unhooked my chain and literally threw me into the couch.  I hit so hard that the heavy furniture flipped, and I rolled against a wall.  I cringed and started to cry again from the new pain in my shoulder, but Jack would give me no quarter.  He climbed over the couch, and picked me up again.  Roughly, he laid me over the arm of the overstuffed chair, and rammed himself home in my cunt.  With strokes hard enough to move the chair, he fucked me doggy style for several minutes, pulling, squeezing, and twisting my breasts and nipples until I screamed in pain.  Then he moved his hands down to my still swollen clit, and pinched it, causing shots of pain to streak through my body, even as his long cock reached my g-spot, and I endured the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my lifetime.

When Jack realized I'd cum without him, he turned me around and forced me to my knees.  He shoved his 9" cock down my throat, choking me, but I quickly got into his rhythm as he forced my head back and forth.  I started to suck and lick as best I could inbetween poundings, and I heard him start to grunt, and I could feel his balls tighten against my chin.  Before he could do it for me, I impaled my head down to his pubic hair, burying my nose in his groin as he shot cum straight down my throat.  I didn't have to swallow, but I found myself trying to anyway, milking him of the last of his milky seed.  When he finished, he pulled out and gave me a satisfied look.

Jack didn't pay me any more attention that night.  He and the other two men got dressed and left me kneeling on the floor.  I could tell that even though they were lost in their own company and conversation that Jack would notice immediately if I tried anything, so I just sat and got lost in my own thoughts.

What the fuck had that man done to me?  I had actually enjoyed his raping me, and at the end, I actually tried to make him happy.  I told myself over and over that I hated him, but deep down I realized that I would do it again if I had the choice.  When Jack and the men were finally finished for the night, someone came to show the men out while Jack took my chain and led me back to the darkened room.  He locked my chain to the ceiling again, and left me.

* * *

Things have continued like that ever since.  The bastard has turned me into his rape toy.  He brings over people, mostly people he works with, and invites them to hurt me.  I always scream and cry, and it's always sincere because he never lightens up with the belt or the pounding, but deep down, I have to admit that I rather enjoy it.  That's what the bastard has done to me.  He's made me enjoy the pain.