Victim of sex slave, This is my story.

Victim of sex slave, Casey and I have been friends for about 10 years now. We met working at the salon together. We were both single and would hang out quite a bit. So when she met Alex and got serious I was a little jealous because I lost my bar buddy. But then we started hanging out with him and I realized how happy he made her so I was happy for them. Right before they got married he came to me and asked me why I didn’t like him in the beginning. I told him it wasn’t that I didn’t like him it was because I was jealous of him and Casey’s relationship.

Well fast forward to a couple of years ago.

Casey was out of town for her friend’s wedding. Alex was going to leave in a couple of days to go. He called me and asked me if I could shave the back of his neck for him before he leaves. I went there and I did then he asked if I could help him fold his clothes and pack properly so they won’t be wrinkled. He led me down to their basement where the washer and dryer were, Being the good friend I am I got everything folded and packed for him. This is when curiosity killed the cat. I asked him what he was building in the basement. He said it was a special room for his marijuana plants.

As he opened the door to show me I felt a hard shove on my back as I fell to the floor.

He closed and locked the door behind us. This was not a room for weed plants. It looked exactly like the red room of pain from 50 shades of gray. As he ripped my clothes off I began to scream and he backhanded me across the face I laid there crying as he undid his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life. He got on top of me and forced himself in. I’m not sure if it was because I was not wet or he was so huge, but it was not going in. He struggled and was getting mad. He finally with enough force pushed his way in.

It hurt so bad I thought he was ripping my insides open.

I prayed that he would hurry up and finish so I can get out of here. My worst nightmare didn’t come to an end just yet. Handcuffing me to the wall, he brought me food and water to last until he got home. Oh my God, he was going to be gone for 2 days. He was going to keep me locked up here all weekend. I am a victim of his sex slave fantasy. When he came home Sunday morning he raped me again. It was not any easier than the first time. He still felt like he was ripping my pussy wide open. When he was finished with me this time I thought for sure I was going to be released because Casey would be coming home that night, He could not keep me here because she would be able to hear me and come set me free.

But unfortunately was wrong again.

Being a victim of his sex slave he came up behind me and grabbed my hair. When I let out a scream he shoved a ball gag in my mouth. The only thing I kept thinking was I am going to die down here and no one will know where I am. Not even his own wife. Whenever she would go to work Alex would come downstairs and rape me over and over again. She was clueless that he was holding a sex slave victim hostage.

This went on for almost 3 months before he released me from being his sex slave.

Being a victim of sex slave I did not tell anyone what happened to me because I did not want to be labeled as a sex slave victim and have people treat me differently. I wanted to go on and live a normal life. This was my dirty little secret until the positive pregnancy test. Do you want to hear more dirty little secrets? Maybe hear about my interracial gang bang party? Let’s talk taboo phone sex. Call Me

Victim of sex slave, This is my story.

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