Johanna knew that drink tasted a little funny when that guy handed it to her. She was already too drunk and the flavor didn’t hit her until after she had swallowed it. She ran down the streets toward her car, her safety to hide herself, but she stumbled several times on the way and she could tell someone was following her. She dropped her keys under her car when she was finally there, and she bent over to pick them up. Her whole body suddenly got heavy when she stood back up and the next thing she knew she was back on the ground.
She could only vaguely make out what happened next as someone picked her up and threw her in the back of her car. She tried to mumble a stop but she wasn’t sure what came out as the car sped off with her inside unable to move. She tried to count the intersections they passed through, but the world grew dark after three.
She spent some time trying to figure out where they could have gone after only three lights from the middle of the city, but then it occurred to her she must have passed out somewhere along the line. Her eyes wouldn’t open and she couldn’t feel her body.
She tried to remember who had given her the drink but she couldn’t remember. It was just a blurry mess. She struggled to think and move but it didn’t work and her mind kept wandering off to things like, where were they going? Who was this man? Why was he taking her? Did he grab her keys? Did he have her house keys? Would she get to go back? Who would feed her cat? Would her roommate notice? What was he going to do to her? Had she torn her nylons when she fell? Or smudged her makeup?
She was sure the makeup thing was worse than the nylons. She could fix her makeup if she could just get to her purse. Maybe he would let her fix her makeup in a rest-stop somewhere.
When was the last time she put gas in her car? She had a vague impression it was recently, but she might be due for an oil change.
Johanna became aware that she was no longer in her car, but she was lying on a mattress in a very cold room.
She could hear voices around her and she moaned for someone to come help her up.
“She’s up.” She heard someone say.
“Well only just” another man said.
“Just in time too. We’ve got a full house tonight.” Another man said as he walked over and stuck an arm beneath her.
“F-full house?” She mumbled. “I watched that show when I was a kid. Did you?” she asked as another man picked up her feet.
She heard laughter and she opened her eyes wider. She was being carried by several men wearing black suits with ties.
“Where am I?” she wondered aloud as they carried her into a very bright room. There was a very loud voice booming something about welcome and the show and interactive as the men hauled her in front of a very bright light.
Her arms were held out to her sides like a ’T’ as a large black squishy foam thing was shoved into her face.
She blinked and shied away from it.
“She’s confused still, she’s been given a very large dose of sedative on the way over here tonight. Please forgive our entertainment for being a little out of it.” The loud voice boomed again, she heard it better this time.
“I asked you for your name sweetheart.” The voice boomed again and someone grabbed a large handful of her hair and held her head still this time as the large black squishy foam thing was back.
Microphone. This was a microphone it occurred to her, and they asked her a question.
“Johanna.” She heard her own voice echo over the speakers.
There was a loud cheering followed by a round of applause.
“Johanna what?” the voice asked, too bright to see the man’s face.
“Johanna Johnson.” Her voice cracked. She wondered why a microphone was necessary.
“Well, Johanna, you got some pretty hard nipples there.” The man said as he gave one a squeeze. “Are you cold?”
“What?” she asked as she yelped from the pain on her breast.
“There you have it men. The magic word has already been said.” Another round of applause burst through the room.
“Oh she must really want it.”
“Am I naked?” she asked beginning to struggle in the hands that held her.
“Why you most certainly are by dear.” The voice boomed again.
“How else could I do this?” he said.
“What?” she asked as her legs were roughly picked up and pulled apart by the men holding her. She saw six men holding her off the ground and forcing her body to curl into a ball just before the microphone was back in her face.
She heard herself grunt on the microphone as she was manhandled.
“Let me go.” echoed in the room she felt a very large penis ram all the way inside her.
Her screams reverberated as the man tore his way through her sensitive flesh.
“Oh she’s not very wet.” The voice grunted before the man forced his way back in.
Light still in her face, she still could not see the man who raped her.
“Don’t worry men, I’ll lube her up good for you.” He said as he began thrusting wildly inside.
“Stop.” She begged, hearing herself over the speakers.
“Now why would I do that when I just started?”
“I don’t want this.” She begged, she heard laughter as the man thrust between her legs.
“That doesn’t matter does it?” he taunted.
“Yes it does.” She began crying feebly as he pounded away at her insides with his cock.
“If it mattered then you wouldn’t be here now would you?”
“See now we are on the same page. You stupid little cunt.”
“In a minute” the man said his breath getting harsher.
“Stop.” She cried. His thrusts became more frantic and desperate before he set the microphone on her breasts and grabbed her hips, holding himself there. She felt his cock spasm inside her and she knew he came inside her.
A moment later the microphone was removed and man’s penis followed suit. Her legs were lowered, but her arms were still held out beside her exposing her breasts.
She began sobbing as she realized the light was from a stage, the laughter was form an audience. She could start to make out outlines of heads now, and the room looked packed. There had to be at least three-hundred people in the audience.
She began screaming hysterically trying to get her arms away but it was no use. She tried dropping to the floor to curl into the fetal position and protect herself, but all that did was hurt her arms.
“Now we shall begin our raffle.” The man said, shirt on, pants off- still deflating cock hanging out in front of everyone. He picked up a basket off a stool and drew a number.
“Number two-eighty-seven. Please come take your prize.”
There was a round of applause and some commotion in the audience before a man came up to the stage and told the men to let her go.
She froze for a moment before it occurred to her that they had released her. “Can I go now?” she begged as she took a tentative step back.
“Sure.” The new man said with a menacing look.
She bolted for the stairs trying to get out of the building.
She only made it three steps before she was tackled to the ground on her face. She reached for a cord for a mic, trying desperately to fend off her attacker from behind. She failed miserably and only succeeded in allowing him to push her legs apart and ram is dick inside her.
She heard herself screaming over the speakers again just before he grabbed a handful of hair and began bashing her head into the ground with each thrust.
He came inside her quickly, but she was too dizzy to try to get away and she only vaguely noticed when another man slipped between her legs and began pounding away.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been there or by how many men she had fucked, but by the time the last man creaming inside her no-longer tight pussy, she knew she had blacked out at least twelve times.
After a quick round of insults and punches/slaps/kicks from everyone on stage, she was held down and a needle was shoved into her arm before the world slipped into oblivion.
This began her new life. Wake up chained in a van driving who knew where, be fed something to eat, then get drugged again. Wake up again on stage sometimes being fucked by or about to be fucked by an apparently sold out crowd of men who would take their turn fucking her for what she assumed was days.
If she had to use the bathroom, sometimes they would let her, but usually they would just force her to soil herself, and then she would wake up soaked and cold as if they had hosed her off. Sometimes she woke up with liquid soap in her mouth.
When her belly began to grow, they continued the fuck shows.
When she birthed on stage in a kiddie pool, they continued the fuck shows and sold the infant at the show to the highest bidder. No sooner had it come out of her had they filled the hole with another cock.
She never even knew if it was a boy or a girl.
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