Over Hot Chocolate and Red Wine

Dark and twisted

My head is pounding and my vision is blurry. I hear men voices shouting at me. My body is hurting and I fight myself to come to senses. I am shock to see I am naked on top of a guy with his friends stroking their d**k to my face. Both of my hands are holding 2 of the men d**k. Suddenly I feel sharp pain over my p***y and I look down. The guy is thrusting his junk roughly inside me. I come to my senses. Am I being r**e?

I scream loudly over the thought and one of the men shoves his d**k down my throat. He fisted my hair and shoving his smelly junk roughly. I am almost out of breath. My face reddens and my eyes are wide open. He squirts his c*m inside my mouth after few thrust. I spit out the c*m and gasping for air.

            “Please stop. It’s hurt.” I begged.

The men are slapping my face and hit my breast roughly. I cry in agony.

            “U seems to be having fun last time. Why would I stop?” The guy below me said.

I look at him. I come to realise this is the guy that f****d me in the wood last time. I shake my head and start wailing.

            “Now u remember me, b***h?” He thrust his hip faster and come inside me.

I scream loudly. He raises himself facing me with his junk still pumping his juice inside me.

“The last time I f**k u, u didn’t bore my child. I’ll make sure u will this time.” He spits on my face.

            “f**k! Her p***y is dripping. She loves it. Now it is my turn.” Said the one man behind me.

I shake my head and whimper at them. The guy releases his junk from me and shoves me to floor roughly. The other men props my butt and shove his junk without warning into my p***y. I scream loudly over the pain. The other men cupped my cheek and slap me. He begins shoving his junk down my throat. I gag and he thrusts my head roughly.

            “Her ass looks inviting.” I heard a men remark.

He forcefully shoves his junk into my butthole. It was painful. I feel my butthole is tearing apart. I whimper and frantically move my body to escape the men.

            “Stop moving, b***h!”

A man slaps me and pin me down on the floor. I am stuck below the men thrusting inside of me. At the moment I am hopeless cannot move an inches. He reaches his climax and c*m inside me. He switches with other men. They shove their junks inside of me roughly in turn. I am bawling my eyes out. It was painful. I can’t keep up with men anymore thus, I faint again.

I wake up with the streams of warm piss on my face.

            “The b***h is awake, boss.” That is what I heard when I open my eyes.

My mouth is tightly wrapped with a cloth. My hands are tight over my back. My legs are strap to the coffee table below. A pair of men legs is under me with his hips slamming roughly against mine. The painful sense crawls all over my p***y.

            “Remember me, sweet Ivy?” The man whispers to my ear.

I remember this man. This man is the one f*****g my mum until she gave birth to me. This is the one who f***s my mum roughly every night and letting me witness it. He is my birth father. I smell reek of alcohol coming from his mouth. He f***s me? He f***s his own daughter? I shake my body to run from him but I am strap tightly making me immoveable. He grabs my breast roughly and kneads it.

            “f**k, sweet Ivy is all grown now. Look at these t**s. They are humongous. Better than your mum.” He whispers at me.

I start crying. How the hell he is f*****g me? He is my dad for f**k sake!

            “How dare u stand with the corporate pigs? How dare u smile with them looking upon us? How dare u try to steal our land?” He shouted at my ear.

I am confused. I look at his face questioning him.

            “The f**k u and your b***h mother thinking ran away from me and start your life clean. Acting all poise marrying some rich flower dude and you, working for the scum bastard that intend to steal our land. My land!! The north is mine, Ivy.” He spit on my face.

So, he was angry at us moving on from him. He decided to take it on me. How dare he do it this way? Instructed his man to gang r**e me? f*****g his daughter for revenge? My body shakes with anger. I try to hit him. He shoves his junk deeply inside me and come. I scream over the pain. I cry in agony.

            “Cry all u want my little Ivy. I am going to f**k u over and over until I am done with u. I want u to get pregnant. I want u to live miserably.” He whispered at my ears.

I sob loudly as he continues to shove his junk inside me. His men squirt their cums all over my face. My mind is going haywire. Before I know, I faint again.

My body shivers with cold. I slowly open my eyes. I am lying on the floor with my hands still tight over my back. My legs are tight against each other. I see the door of my apartment is widely open. The wind outside is blown over my naked body. There is no sight of the men in my apartment. I look all over my apartment. It was trashed completely. The furnitures are damaged and the pieces lying around on the floor. Several broken glass come to my sight.

I gather all the strength I have left and scoot toward the glass. I reach for the glass pieces and try to cut the cloth that strapped on my hand. I manage to cut the cloth and proceed to unleash the cloth on my mouth and legs. My body is in pain. I weakly try to stand up and walk to my room. My room was trashed too. All my clothes are ripped and my phone is damaged. I reach for my purse inside my handbag. All my money and credit cards are stolen. I slouch on my bed and cry. How do I call for help? I look at blood dripping on my thigh sadly. I am a mess with dry c*m splattered all over my faces and hair.

Suddenly, I remember about Ian’s dollar gift. I frantically toss all the stuff inside my hand bag looking for my gum box. I slide the box open and rejoice to see the coin is still inside. I stand and grab the sheet quickly wrapping myself over. I run outside looking for telephone booth barefoot. I know no one use public phone anymore these days. I am hoping to see one that still functions to call for help.

I remember my neighbours are all out of the city for hiking and camping together. No one in the neighbourhood is home for me to call for help. My legs are about to gives out. The bloods are still dripping down my thigh. I gather all my strength and come across a telephone booth near the school gate. I insert the dollar coin and quickly dial Ian’s phone number. I don’t know what makes me want to dial him. Maybe because he is the only one come to my mind at the moment. His easy to remember phone number is probably one of the reasons. I rejoice to hear his phone is ringing.

“Hello.” His voices come to my hearing.

“Ian. Help me.” I sobbed.

“Baby?” He questioned with worried tone.

“What’s wrong, baby? Where are u?” He began panicking after hear my sobbing getting louder.

“Home… Help me… I am hurt.” I stammered weakly.

The pain is once again taken over my body. I faint inside the booth.