Scars - Gang Rape Galore

[RapeU]

Teaser: My face rose out of Sarah’s chest and we locked eyes with each other again in continued silent agreement. We had no choice but to comply and hope that at some point we could find a way to escape. Sarah slowly moved her face to my chest and began to lick my bosom. Sarah's tongue was tentative against my skin, hesitant in a way that made this violation even more unbearable. White's camera hovered close, capturing every moment of our degradation. Like I did before her, when Sarah reached one of my nipples she used her teeth to lightly bite and suck. I forced a moan through clenched teeth, hating myself for it, hating him more.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Scars
Author: RapeU

This story competes in the Gang Rape Galore Story Contest.
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A contest about gangrape? Hmm, I successfully did gangrape with my story A Song Without Music. Can I do it again?

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Scars

… But I'll never do it better than I do it with you
So long, so long
And I would do anything for love
Oh, I would do anything for love
I would do anything for love but I won't do that
I won't do that

My two best friends from high school and I were having a blast singing our favorite Meat Loaf songs on our way to a Meat Loaf tribute concert in San Antonio. It was quite a drive to the concert, but we thought the road trip would be a fun way to spend more time together than we normally would now that life had pulled us all in different directions. We were having a great time. Then, the next moment we weren’t. The cd player and the air conditioner broke at about the same time. “Wish this car had Bluetooth capability,” Sarah quietly said from the backseat.

Sarah was an introverted and socially awkward girl, a trait that likely stemmed from being different from those around her during her childhood. In our small rural town she was the sole student of Chinese descent. Or she could have been born in China and moved at a young age, I’m not sure. Sarah is someone who would only share what she wanted to share and nothing more. By the time we reached junior high, Sarah had mastered the art of blending in, becoming nearly invisible in a crowd. When she graduated high school, she stood out as the salutatorian, a testament to her intellect and perseverance. Sarah likely had other achievements she kept private. The best part about Sarah is that once she became friends with you, she had your back no matter what.

“Would that work even with no cell service?” Meredith, everyone called her Mer or Merry, asked from the driver’s seat. We were driving in the Texas hill country, where there were plenty of spots that had always been total dead zones for cellular service, no matter what company or plan you had.

Mer was the complete opposite of Sarah social wise. She stood as the epitome of high school success: the class valedictorian, the radiant prom queen, and the revered homecoming queen. By her sophomore year, she had already ascended to the role of captain of the cheerleading team, her leadership inspiring awe among her peers. She played the flute with grace and precision, holding the prestigious first chair position in the school band. Mer ruled the halls of high school like a goddess, her presence commanding both respect and admiration. The best part about Mer is her genuine love for people. Mer harbored a sincere desire for everyone around her to achieve their utmost potential, just as she had. Her warmth and encouragement had a magical way of bringing out the best in everyone. She was kind and compassionate without any kind of malice towards anyone.

“Yeah,” I nodded from the front seat, “unless the app required you to use the internet. Which most apps do so…kindasorta would work.”

I’m sure you want to know a little more about me in high school. I was captain of the volleyball team, captain of the soccer team, captain of the color guard, and graduated third in the class. The three of us constantly competed for the top spot with Mer encouraging us all the way, and I genuinely don’t think I would have gotten third if Mer hadn’t pushed me to be my best. And like Sarah, I was a fiercely loyal friend.

Sarah silently rolled down her window a little bit. I did the same and so did Mer. After a few moments, she frowned. “The check engine light just came on and it says on the console that the engine is overheated, but the engine temperature gauge shows the temperature is cool.”

“That temperature gauge must be broken. Why couldn’t we have used another car,” I rhetorically asked. My car was in the shop getting repairs after hitting a deer. Sarah’s was getting repaired too, but she didn’t elaborate on why. When Sarah told us something and she didn’t elaborate, we knew better than to ask. If she wanted to tell us she would eventually, and if she didn’t then she wouldn’t no matter how persuasive either of us were.

“Gonna pull over,” Mer announced. The car shuddered as Mer guided it onto the narrow shoulder. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, dust billowing around us like a shroud. The sun hung mercilessly overhead, beating down on the metal roof until the interior felt like an oven. I checked my phone, hoping we had gotten lucky and had cell service. Nope, no bars.

"Pop the hood," Sarah instructed, already unbuckling her seatbelt. "I'll take a look."

Mer yanked the lever, and the hood released with a metallic clunk. Sarah slipped out of the car, her slender form disappearing behind the raised hood. We followed out of the car after her. Steam hissed from beneath the hood, carrying with it an acrid smell. Sarah's face was twisted in concentration, her glasses sliding down her nose. Mer looked at me and I read the question on her face. I shook my head at her look. Neither of us knew that Sarah had any kind of knowledge about cars. Sarah was one who was always full of surprises.

“Low on coolant,” Sarah’s quiet voice announced after a few moments of tinkering. “This isn’t an easy fix. We’ll have to go to a shop and make sure the lack of coolant didn’t damage the car.” I sighed, “So much for the Meat Loaf concert. Guess we can go when it comes again.” I turned to Mer. “I wasn’t paying much attention in the car, where are we?” Mer shrugged “I think we’re close to some camp sites, but I wasn’t really paying attention either.” “Let’s just walk in the direction we were going,” I said. “At the very worst the town that way is closest…I think…”

About 30 minutes later, no one had passed by in either direction on the road. I could tell Sarah was the most uncomfortable in the heat with her hoodie on, but she didn’t complain. “Look,” Mer pointed. “There’s a sign hidden in the tree branches.” “RL District Wireless,” I read aloud. “Sounds like a cell phone or internet service place,” I continued, “but why all the way out here where there’s no service?” I glanced at the side road past the sign and saw a building hidden in the trees.

“Let’s just try it,” Mer suggested. Wordlessly, we trekked to the building. Another building popped into view behind the first. I squinted, unsure of what I was seeing. “Are those tinted windows?” I asked. “And a security camera near the front door,” Sarah chimed in. Then her eyes got wide underneath her glasses. “Stop walking,” she quietly commanded. Mer and I shared another look. Sarah clearly knew something we didn’t. “What is it?” I asked. “It’s a front for the Mexican Mafia,” Sarah’s voice was barely audible as she whispered in fear. “RL means red light which means…” Mer’s eyes along with mine went wide simultaneously, both of us understanding immediately what Sarah knew. This location was part of a hidden sex trafficking ring.

“Don’t move too quickly,” Sarah whispered, seeing that our eyes had gotten wide with understanding. “Maybe they haven’t seen us yet and we can slowly get out of here.” A male voice behind us shattered all of our hopes in an instant. “Most people don’t know a Mexican Mafia front when they see one. Who are you?” We all turned to find a man in a suit standing on the road in between us and the highway we had come from. “Lu, Mer, and Sarah” I answered fearfully without thinking about what I was doing. Sarah glared at me then spoke softly “Our car broke down and we were looking to get some help. Please, let us pass and get back on the road. We’ll be on our way and we’ll forget we ever saw this.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see movement and felt unseen eyes leering at me. Leering at us.

The man looked at us with what appeared to be mock pity. “Oh, so you’re just travelers who got a bit down on their luck huh?” Then, he looked past us and said “Three women coming to our doorstep. They would make excellent additions to the collection. Get them!” “RUN!” I shouted, but Mer had already sprinted to the left and Sarah to the right. I went straight for the man in the suit. His eyes registered a look of surprise, then amusement as I tried to subtly alter my course to run past him instead of into him. The man sprinted after me, and for a guy in a suit he was FAST!

I heard in the distance Mer scream a sharp cry that ended abruptly. Shortly after Sarah’s scream, her voice louder than I had ever heard it been before, broke through the trees. The man in the suit leapt and tackled me to the ground, causing me to give out my own cry. Pain shot through my body as my face slammed into the dirt. The man's weight crushed down on me, his breath hot and rancid against my neck. I thrashed wildly, desperate to break free, but his grip was like iron. My fingers clawed at the earth, nails breaking as I tried to drag myself forward.

"Stop fighting," he hissed, his knee digging into my spine. "The more you struggle, the worse it'll be." I twisted my head, spitting dirt from my mouth. "Get off me, you fucking mmmmph!" A hand clamped over my mouth, fingers digging into my cheeks. I bit down hard, tasting copper as my teeth broke his skin. He cursed, yanking his hand away, and I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow. The sound died in my throat as his fist connected with the side of my head. My eyes closed and everything went black as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up inside one of the buildings, not sure which one, when someone splashed cold, shocking water onto me. I saw Mer on my left and Sarah on my right, both had gotten the same wake up call, our clothing and body drenched. Our wrists were cuffed behind our backs. Mer's usually perfect hair hung in wet tangles around her face, and I could see a purple bruise blooming across her left cheek. Sarah's glasses were gone, leaving her squinting and vulnerable-looking in a way that made my chest tighten with rage.

“Today we have fresh faces,” A voice echoed out from the distance. “Have fun, but be careful they haven’t been trained yet!” Six naked men came from out of the shadows in the building to surround us. Two of them were black, two white, and two who looked Hispanic. I assigned them names in my head to help keep track of them in the hope that we would make it out of this. One of the black men was the tallest of the group who appeared to be the leader of the bunch, so I called him Tall. Another black man was bald, so I named him Bald. One of the white guys was a redhead, so I named him Red. The other white guy was bald, so I named him White. Then the Hispanic guys looked like twins with black hair, so I just named them Thing 1 and Thing 2, or if they did something together The Things. With our lives on the line, I didn’t have time for anything more creative.

Sarah screamed as loud as she could again as Tall, Bald, and The Things ripped her hoodie along with any other clothing she had on to shreds. Red and White both watched. Sarah begged and pleaded earnestly to not be naked, and from the comments of the men I quickly understood why, along with why she always wore a hoodie. “This one has scars in the middle of her chest and several on her stomach” Tall remarked. “She’s got nothing special at all, and her tits are boring,” Red said. White nodded in agreement and remarked, “She’s just a plain but damaged Asian.” The four men left Sarah, who was sobbing on the floor desperately trying to cover her nakedness, but failing due to her arms handcuffed behind her back.

They came to me next and I screamed in protest as my clothing was ripped to shreds. “Long legs, shaved pussy, firm melons, though a little on the smaller side. Solid 8/10,” Tall said. Red remarked, “This one has played sports, her sexy legs definitely have a story there somewhere. Think we need to see her in a sports bra next time so we can rip it off.” The men laughed at the remark.

The six men moved to Mer last, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. Unlike Sarah and me, Mer fought back with everything she had, thrashing wildly despite her restraints. It only seemed to excite them more. "This one's got fire," Tall growled, his fingers digging into her thigh as he tore at her jeans. "I like it when they fight."

"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please just let us go."

They ignored me completely, focused on Mer as she screamed curses at them, her voice raw and desperate. When they finally had her clothes in tatters, they stood back to appraise her like livestock. "Perfect tits," Tall said, cupping one of Mer's breasts roughly. "And that ass...and body this one's an easy 10." Mer spat in his face, and Tall just laughed. “You really got some spunk. We need to warn our clients about you.” More degrading laughter erupted from the other men.

“So guys, what do you think of our new additions to the collection,” Tall asked. One of the Things spoke up, “Well, two out of three ain’t bad.” White piped in “We could make one of them have lesbian sex with the other. That will please anyone who finds the Asian…boring…” “Excellent idea,” Tall said. “Let’s make the sports girl do it first. She’s not fully perfect with that scar above one of her eyebrows. As for the perfect ten, gangrape first should take some of the fight out of her.” Mer bucked and screamed as loud as she could. The men just laughed at her and five of them carried her off somewhere out of sight. White was the one who remained.

“Kiss your friend,” White commanded. "No," I whispered, tears streaming down my face as I looked at Sarah's broken form curled on the floor. Her eyes met mine, wide with terror and shame. "I said," White growled, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, causing me to yelp, "kiss your friend. Or I'll bring my buddies back in here, and we'll make it worse for both of you." From somewhere beyond the walls, Mer's screams echoed, punctuated by male laughter and crude, degrading commentary. Each sound was like a knife twisting in my gut.

"It's ok," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just do what they say. It’s ok." Her thin shoulders trembled as she presented her nakedness towards me. The scars across her torso told stories I'd never known, secrets she'd kept hidden beneath layers of fabric and silence. I crawled toward Sarah, my knees scraping against the cold concrete floor. Every movement sent pain shooting through my wrists where the handcuffs bit into my skin. White watched us, his breathing heavy and eager, phone already out to record our humiliation.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I leaned in close to Sarah's face. “I know,” she simply said. Her tears mingled with mine as our lips met, a mockery of intimacy under these monstrous circumstances. I could taste the salt of her fear, feel the trembling of her body against mine. "Not like that," White barked, grabbing my hair again and wrenching my head back. "Like you mean it. Make it good or your friend out there gets it worse."

Mer's screams had become a continuous background noise, punctuated by occasional sobs and pleas that made my stomach heave. I pressed my forehead against Sarah's, trying to communicate something beyond our shared terror. Her eyes met mine, dark with understanding. When our lips met again, I forced myself to make it convincing, though every part of me revolted against performing for this monster. Sarah responded with feigned passion, her small frame pressing against mine. I could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, the flutter of her pulse beneath her skin.

White circled us, recording every angle of our forced intimacy, his breathing growing heavier. "Now play with those little tits." I hesitated, bile rising in my throat. Sarah gave an almost imperceptible nod, her eyes closing tightly as if to disappear from this nightmare. My hands remained cuffed behind me, so I lowered my head to her chest, my stomach twisting into knots. White's breathing grew more ragged as he filmed us with one hand, his cock in the other.

"Use your tongue," he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. "Make her moan." I complied, licking Sarah’s tits as best I could with my hands behind my back, dimly aware of Mer’s screams getting quieter and quieter. As I reached one of Sarah’s nipples, I used my teeth and began to suck. Sarah let out a forced moan, her body rigid beneath mine. I could feel her shame radiating like heat, matching my own. “That’s it, now Asian, it’s your turn to make your friend moan. Play with her titties.”

My face rose out of Sarah’s chest and we locked eyes with each other again in continued silent agreement. We had no choice but to comply and hope that at some point we could find a way to escape. Sarah slowly moved her face to my chest and began to lick my bosom. Sarah's tongue was tentative against my skin, hesitant in a way that made this violation even more unbearable. White's camera hovered close, capturing every moment of our degradation. Like I did before her, when Sarah reached one of my nipples she used her teeth to lightly bite and suck. I forced a moan through clenched teeth, hating myself for it, hating him more. The sounds from the other room had changed, now all we could hear were soft whimpers punctuated by grunts and crude laughter.

“Now, eat that Asian cunt with your ass in the air.” Sarah pulled away from my chest. We locked eyes again, and continued our silent agreement. Our lives and Mer's depended on our compliance. Sarah slowly lay on the ground with her legs spread. Reluctantly, I straddled Sarah's thighs, my backside raised for the monster's viewing pleasure. The cold floor chilled my skin. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I lowered my head between Sarah's legs, brushing my lips against her womanhood. At the same time with my ass in the air, I felt something brush against my own pussy.

“Please,” I begged. My ass got slapped in respite. “Eat her, you don’t have a choice in what happens.” Sobbing, I complied. “Better moan, Asian” the man commanded as he violated me hard without mercy. Sarah's forced moan mingled with my genuine cry of pain as the man thrust into me. My tears fell onto her thighs as I struggled to continue what I'd been ordered to do while being violated. Each brutal thrust pushed me forward, my face pressing harder against Sarah's most intimate parts. I tried to disconnect from my body, to float somewhere above this nightmare, but the pain anchored me to the present. The handcuffs bit deeper into my wrists as I struggled to maintain balance. Muffled screams escaped my lips. Sara’s moans were painful for me to hear. After what felt like a lifetime, I felt his cock throb inside me to release the warm, sticky fluid.

“This one’s a good fuck,” White said. There was laughter all around me. I looked up to see that the men had returned with Mer. Mer was a complete and utter mess, covered all over with bodily fluids. She was no longer handcuffed and no longer struggling, instead just lay there sobbing uncontrollably.

Tall looked around at the other men “Let’s have fun with the sports girl.” Laughter. Hands gripped my body and I was carried off to where they took Mer. I screamed as loud as I could, begging for the nightmare to end, but it had only just begun. As they dragged me away, I caught one last glimpse of Sarah, her body trembling on the cold basement floor, her eyes swollen with tears. A wave of guilt washed over me as I was roughly placed on a table with my ass over a hole. My wrists and ankles were restrained with handcuffs that went to each of the table legs.

I screamed and screamed as a cock entered my ass from the hole in the table. A man was able to violate my pussy standing up since it was on the edge of the table, but I couldn’t see who because one of the black guys was in my field of vision, his cock violating my mouth and cutting off my screams. Hands groped all around my body. My nipples were pinched and pulled. My mind fractured into a thousand pieces as the violation continued. The weight of bodies, the stench of sweat and bodily fluids, cocks spewing cum inside every hole and all over my body, the grunts and laughter, all blended into a hellish symphony that wouldn't end. Time lost all meaning. Was it minutes? Hours? Days? I couldn't tell anymore. All I knew was that I was in hell.

When one man finished, another took his place. My throat burned raw from muffled screaming until I no longer had the strength to make a sound above a whimper. The men's faces blurred together, their features distorting like monsters in a nightmare. It felt like they took every part of my body, shattered each part, then glued it back together with their cum, spit, and piss. Every nerve ending in my body felt pain until finally, finally my body slipped away into the blissful blackness of unconsciousness. Yet even in my dreams I was not safe from the demons that tormented my soul.

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“Lu” a voice whispered, brushing against my consciousness. “Lucy!” the whisper was louder this time. “Sarah?” I asked and snapped awake. “Shhh,” she whispered. “We have to go now, we have to run while they’re sleeping!” “What about Mer?” I whispered. “Here,” she whispered behind Sarah. “We have to go now or we won’t get another chance,” Sarah hissed.

We ran, Sarah leading the way out of the building and out onto the road. The sky was dark with a sliver of sunlight poking out through the trees. As we ran, the darkness faded away as the sun rose and dawn ended. We ran until we felt like we couldn’t run any longer but kept on going. Luck was on our side when a police cruiser passed us by. We flagged down the police cruiser, our chests heaving from exertion and fear. The officers were both thankfully female. They jumped into action as soon as they laid eyes on us - three disheveled, traumatized women, naked covered in dirt and blood.

The weeks that followed blurred together in a haze of medical examinations, police interviews, and sleepless nights. The hospital staff tried to be gentle, but every touch felt like a violation. Every question from the detectives reopened wounds that hadn't even begun to heal. The police eventually found and brought down the Mexican Mafia front. Of course, no one important in the Mexican Mafia was connected to it, but they at least were able to rescue other victims and find the men responsible for our torment. All three of our testimonies were crucial to the case, though each word scraped my throat raw as I spoke them into the court record. The men faced justice for their heinous crimes.

But justice didn't heal us. Nothing could heal us. We were broken. Sarah, Mer, and I never made it to that Meat Loaf tribute concert, something we wanted to happily bond over. Instead, we became bound by something far darker than nostalgia. Our shared trauma rewrote us in ways we couldn't have imagined. Ten years later, we still meet once a week, sometimes more if the need arises. Not in bars or restaurants where people might overhear, but in Mer's living room, the curtains drawn tight. We sit in a triangle, our knees almost touching, three survivors forming our own private support group because no one else could possibly understand what it takes to survive.

I tear my heart open—I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

10 years ago we sang as best friends without a care in the world. Now we sing like we are sisters to grieve and help us stay alive, even though we sometimes feel like we don't want to.
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[Claire]

Uhh... Opening with that Meat Loaf songtext, that's a cheapshot trying to secure my vote! I wish I could say it didn't work...

But on a more serious note: I like the trio of characters you came up with. We didn't have much time with them but you made them easily distinguishable which I like. I also liked the reveal of the scars on Sarah's body. That was a nice detail with some emotional weight behind it. Giving three characters each their own unique voice in such a short time is not easy and you did that well here.

I think I did not fully understand what the "Two out of three ain't bad" line in the context of the story though. Did they mean that they can't use Sarah as a forced prostitute because she's not pretty enough with her scars?

[RapeU]

I think I did not fully understand what the "Two out of three ain't bad" line in the context of the story though. Did they mean that they can't use Sarah as a forced prostitute because she's not pretty enough with her scars?

Not exactly. I tried to convey this in Sarah's description that even though she was the only Asian in the school, she was so plain that she could easily disappear into a crowd and actually preferred to be invisible aside from her small inner circle of friends. So when the men saw Sarah naked, they saw her as damaged goods because she was plain looking and had those scars. In their minds few of their clients, if any, would want to use Sarah as a prostitute. That's why Lu, and later Mer (though it wasn't shown, I probably could have hinted at it) were forced into lesbian intimacy with Sarah. In their minds, it was better to use Sarah as a prostitute for their other women captives so that clients could watch because they knew their clients would prefer that over fucking Sarah.

In short, they could indeed have used Sarah as a forced prostitute, but they realistically foresaw their clients finding her unappealing or boring and came up with an alternate way to use Sarah.

[peterfrisk]

A good story that ended to quickly. Liked your first person view in the storytelling.
A quick question. How come Sarah knew that it was a front for the mob?

[Vela Nanashi]

That is a hot teaser

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Sorry wonderful story got swept up in the characters and their predicament, poor adorable sweet minded women, I hope this won't be too rough on them.

Yeah really no way to escape the situation even if they could get to their car before the men do they would still be caught, and running into the desert won't help either.

Yeah fighting was a bad idea, only got them hurt, but I get it, funny that she wants to give them names, but it has logic to it too

Oof rough but well written, got me sucked in fingers trembling, heart racing, I feel their awful situations, and I am sure the know that it will keep getting worse, all they are doing is delaying things, I hope they find comfort in their closeness and kisses even if they have no interest in each other or even other women normally, at least they are close to each other.

first tiny flaw in the story: violated me hard is not telling me what she is feeling, so it would be better to know what he is actually doing. Sorry for not writing more too caught in the story.

Poor Mer and Lu, Sarah right now seems to have been spared, but will probably be used to break the others wills more...

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Man that was rough, love the ending as it is at least justice and also them keeping in touch, I hope they can heal and find caring love, also sorry that my comment is not that fleshed out, that was intense and a bit too real for me. You are a good writer, keep at it

Also dark side was not with me like in Admiral's story... I just want to hug them and make things better, but there really is no magical way to.

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Unlike Claire I don't super love the song stuff in stories, but I think you did well there.

I also love how different the characters were.

I do wonder about what Sarah went through to give her those scars, or are they maybe self inflicted?

I understood the line, two gorgeous women according to the fuckheads and one they failed to see beauty in who probably would not sell for anywhere near as much when trafficked, but she was the hero who managed to get them out, did she pick the locks on the handcuffs or did the men have a derp moment and forget to secure them?

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That extra information is useful thank you

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Indeed good to be in first person view present tense, very intense for me.

I think maybe those scars could be from a run in with the mafia or other criminal elements in her secret past, but I am also curious about that like healthy Peter

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[RapeU]

A good story that ended to quickly. Liked your first person view in the storytelling.
A quick question. How come Sarah knew that it was a front for the mob?

Sarah’s a jack of all trades type of person - except when it comes to being social outside her friends of course. Think of her as a more shy Hermionie.

[RapeU]

Sorry for double posting. It's a pain to multiquote on phone, so I migrated to my computer lol.

first tiny flaw in the story: violated me hard is not telling me what she is feeling, so it would be better to know what he is actually doing.

I had a hard time imagining that part, so it doesn't surprise me that I lacked detail there (as an aside earlier when I mentioned I have a hard time imagining your stories, sometimes it happens with even my own stories, and this is a great example of it.)

Essentially while Lucy was eating out Sarah, the man was fucking Lucy's vagina.

Sorry for not writing more too caught in the story.

That's a good thing!

Also dark side was not with me like in Admiral's story... I just want to hug them and make things better, but there really is no magical way to.

I'm sure in an alternate universe you could find a way

I do wonder about what Sarah went through to give her those scars, or are they maybe self inflicted?

Sarah still won't tell Lu or Mer where they came from.

I understood the line, two gorgeous women according to the fuckheads and one they failed to see beauty in who probably would not sell for anywhere near as much when trafficked, but she was the hero who managed to get them out,

Yes, that was the intention.

did she pick the locks on the handcuffs or did the men have a derp moment and forget to secure them?

Great question, the answer to which I'll give you as an author and as part of the story.

Story version: Lucy doesn't know. The three women were able to testify separately at different times. They agreed on it in advance because hearing each other's account while also having to testify their own account felt like it would be way too difficult.

Author version: I needed a plain character who appeared to be unremarkable yet ends up being the most important character in the story. It was a somewhat lazy way for me to avoid crafting a plot narrative to overcome because I didn't know what it would be.

I think maybe those scars could be from a run in with the mafia or other criminal elements in her secret past,

That's certainly possible. I would need to delve into the mind of Sarah and become her like I did with Lucy in order to truly know what happened in Sarah's past. But even if I do, Sarah only gives out information she wants to tell

but I am also curious about that like healthy Peter

Book smarts like Hermionie from Harry Potter. Notice that she didn't recognize the place for what it was right away, it took a few key observations for it to click in her head that they were in danger.

[Shocker]

This months contest is going to be such a great turnout.

It’s another one of your fantastic story where you take the cue and just run with it. White slavery and trafficking are themes that have grown close to my heart, or at least a place south of it. I love MeaLoaf, but song inclusion alone would not guarantee a vote, the rest of your writing actually can achieve that.

[Lucius]

Okay this was very good. A convincing first-person victim narration is something I can't really do, and I love to see it used so well here. Three girls written so well -- just outstanding.

[chloevee]

I liked this story. I liked how you integrated the Meatloaf lyrics.

Just a couple comments/questions.

Sobbing, I complied. “Better moan, Asian” the man commanded as he violated me hard without mercy. Sarah's forced moan mingled with my genuine cry of pain as the man thrust into me. My tears fell onto her thighs as I struggled to continue what I'd been ordered to do while being violated. Each brutal thrust pushed me forward, my face pressing harder against Sarah's most intimate parts.

I like this part. I just wish it was a little longer, perhaps with a bit more buildup or variation in pacing. It feels a little odd to me that there were paragraphs about the girls unwillingly molesting each other, but the first time she is violated (which seems like a big moment) it's over in a couple of sentences.

Unless you intended to indicate it was a quick fuck, in which case I think it would benefit from that being explicit.

Hope you don't mind the minor critique!

A wave of guilt washed over me as I was roughly placed on a table with my ass over a hole. My wrists and ankles were restrained with handcuffs that went to each of the table legs.

I've tried several configurations in my head, but I can't for the life of me figure out how she is positioned here.

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Overall, well done!