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The Life of a Sex Slave by EvaXephon
I did not have a wealth of knowledge, and so I was not aware of the best method to use. I could have slammed my head against the metal frame of the bed, but I was not sure if this would render me unconscious before it killed me. I decided to try suffocating myself first, instead.
Crying, sweating, shaking, and breathing hard, I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, and then I clenched my teeth. I bit down hard, fighting back a scream of self-produced agony, as I attempted to bite off my tongue. I didn't know whether I would be able to choke myself with it, or whether I would be able to suffocate on my own blood. All I knew was that this plan might have a chance of success, and so I had to try it.
For better or for worse, I never saw the end of my plan.
The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted my suicide attempt. I had not heard gunfire since I lived with my father, and I never expected to hear that sound down in this underground cavern where my rapist had made his home. It was noteworthy for several reasons: it was extraordinarily loud, it broke the monotony of my life, and it meant danger.
I jerked my head up in surprise, trying to sit up in my bed before the chains that confined me pulled me back down. I tilted my head up and stared attentively at the door as though it provided me knowledge of what was occurring behind it. I heard a scream, followed by more gunfire, and then silence. I heard laughter, and muffled voices. Unfamiliar voices.
I knew immediately what had occurred - other people had discovered this cavern and killed my rapist - and yet, it was impossible to believe it was actually happening. The man who had tormented me for so long - he was dead? Just like that? He would never touch me again?
It was all too sudden for me to accept, too abrupt to feel like reality. I wondered if I might be dreaming, but the sharp pain on my tongue confirmed that I was awake.
In one singular, brilliant, fantastic moment, the world came to life again. The dull, faded wallpaper of the room became a vibrant yellow. The musky stenches that filled the room flew swiftly up my nose as I inhaled sharply with excitement, but all of those wretched odors somehow just made me feel more alive.
Alive. That was something I hadn't felt for a long, long time. And there was something else, too -
As I listened to the sound of heavy footsteps clunking around whatever rooms laid beyond the one I was confined to, I wished that they would find me, and feared that they wouldn't. When I started whimpering out of desperation, I remembered that I had something I hadn't used in a very long time; my voice.
"Help..." The sound came out as a hoarse whisper, more of a guttural grunt than a word. I cleared my throat, swallowed saliva, and tried again.
"HELP! I'M IN HERE! PLEASE HELP ME!"
It had been so long since I'd heard the sound of my own voice that it frightened me to hear it. It sounded like I was listening to someone else. My voice was nothing like I'd remembered. I was surprised that I still remembered how to talk.
I heard the muffled voices again, and then the heavy footsteps - this time getting louder, which means they were getting closer. I almost thrashed around with excitement and anticipation. Rescue! Salvation! The moment I had spent countless hours fantasizing about was finally at hand!
The door handle turned, and then the door creaked open. The long, metal barrel of a rifle poked through, followed cautiously by a tall and powerfully built man with a thick beard and a wrinkled face. Everything about him was filthy, from the dirt on his face and beard to the tattered rags he wore, stitched cloth with a few metal plates strapped on to provide defense. When he saw me, his eyes widened and his lips parted in a wide smile that revealed two rows of yellow teeth.
The moment I saw his face light up at the sight of me, I knew that he was going to be no more kind to me than my owner had been.
"My God, the lucky bastard had a slave," he said. He walked further into the room, looked up and down my body, and whistled with what I presumed was approval. "And a mighty fine catch she is."
"A wot? A slave y'say?" Another man barged into the room, just as dirty as the first, but shorter and scrawnier, with a thin face and a weak chin. " 'Oly mother'a God! I diddin' think we'd foind a treasah like this down 'eah!"
"Yeah, yeah," The first man said, undoing his belt buckle. "I saw her first."
My heart sank. The world lost its color and vibrancy again. I shook my head in denial. This couldn't be happening...I had been discovered, but by the same type of scum that had first captured me.
"No fair, I'm the one that said I 'eard a voice!" The scrawny one argued. "Let me 'ave a go! I don't want no sloppy seconds!"
"Judging by how worn her pussy is, I'd say you'd be getting sloppy hundredths," The burly one said. "I bet she's a loose as a wizard's sleeve, but that won't stop me! I haven't had any since that wench we found who was all hopped up on Jet!"
"Why're we talkin' 'bout takin' turns?" The scrawny one argued. "She's got more than enough holes fer th' two o' us!"
"Because I like having privacy and I don't want to see your shriveled-up pecker while I'm trying to get my rocks off!" The burly man retorted, his genitals already in his hand. "Now go loot the joint and throw all the stuff on Bessie. I'll be done soon!"
"Yeah yeah, whateva you say, ya tosser..." The scrawny man spat as he retreated.
For the first time since I had been thrown into this hellhole, I tried to resist. I thrashed and I struggled against the chains, but they would not give. "No!" I begged as I felt him rubbing himself against my thigh to make himself erect. "Don't do this!"
"Sorry, doll," he said with a laugh. "You're just too good a find to pass up!"
"How can you not care?!" I demanded. "How can you not care how I feel?!"
The man arched one eyebrow, and then bellowed out a hoarse laugh. It was an unpleasant, evil sound. "Care? Care how you FEEL?" He echoed. "Doll, if I cared how people felt, then I wouldn't have lasted so long, now would I? It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, every man for himself, survival of the fittest! I can't stop to think about whether or not someone's feelings are going to be hurt when I kill them and take their food, or they'd take that opportunity to kill me first! In the wasteland, nice guys wind up dead and assholes live longer. Sorry, doll - that's just the way it is!"
I felt a very familiar sensation between my legs, but it was even more painful than it normally was. I tilted my head back in resignation and began crying for the third time that day. After several minutes of sloppy, foul-smelling kisses, rough, coarse groping, and agonizing, excruciating thrusts, the brawny man finished and informed the other man that it was his turn. He was even worse than the first one, slapping me across the face with both his hands and his genitals and shouting an endless string of derogatory terms at me as he had his way with my body.
Either one of them left me with more bruises than my previous rapist ever had. When they were done, they laughed and bragged about their exploits, and then they went looking for the key that would undo my bindings. They found it and unshackled me, but I saw no reason to fight them back. They put clothing on me - a long, brown, ugly frock that itched horribly - and then they used my chains to tie my wrists behind my back and bound my ankles, and then they dragged me from the room.
It was the first time I'd been out of that room since...I had been tossed inside of it. Had it been weeks? Months? Years? The days had blended together. I had lost track of time - I had lost all sense of time.
After spending so much time in a single room, the suddenly change of scenery blew my mind. I marveled at my surroundings - it was just an underground cavern with a few decorations and amenities that made life easier, but everything in sight was eye candy to a person who hadn't seen anything new for ages.
"Wot's yer name, girl?" The shorter, scrawnier man asked.
"Ya 'ere me?" He said loudly into my ear, shaking me by the hair. "I asked you wot yer name is, yeh twat!"
Again, I did not reply. I was not trying to be defiant. I just didn't feel like speaking. I had no energy after being raped twice in rapid succession, and I was still in shock over how abruptly my life had changed. To tell the truth, I also had a hard time recalling what my name was.
"Looks like we got a real bitch on our hands!" The taller, larger man said. The scrawny one slapped me across the face and shook my head violently.
"I SAID WOT'S YER NAME, GIRL!" He screamed at me, blasting me in the face with foul breath.
"SAM!" I replied, speaking far more loudly than I intended to.
"Sam? Wot?" The scrawny man asked. "Yer name's Sam? That's a boy's name!"
"Short for Samantha," I wheezed. Between the musky, dusty air and the odor of these two men, it was difficult to inhale without feeling bile rise in my throat.
"I don' like it!" The scrawny man said. "I ain't gonna feel right sayin' 'Sam' when I'm fuckin' ya!"
"You need a cute name like Candy or Kitty!" The burly man said. "Girls with cute names always sell fast."
"Oi!" The scrawny man said. "We sellin' 'er? Bollocks, let's keep 'er! Our own personal fucktoy, yeh?"
"Only until Paradise Falls," The burly man said. "We need money more than we need pussy."
"Speak fer yerself," the scrawny man muttered. "I hope we be takin' the scenic route to Paradise Falls!" he said while groping me with one hand. "I want to spend as much time as possible with our little guest here!"
The two men led me - or rather, shoved me - through the abode of my rapist. There was nothing in sight but empty shelves and cupboards; they had looted everything here, even his body, leaving him nude and facedown on the ground. As I passed by his corpse and stared at the gruesome bullet wounds in his head, I did not feel anything. Not relief, not satisfaction, not even repulsion. It just didn't feel real.
The reason it had taken so long for anyone to discover this place was because my rapist had disguised the entrance quite cleverly. Travelers rarely inspect crashed vehicles very thoroughly, and my rapist knew this. From the surface, the entrance to the cave appeared to be a car that was driven straight into a hill of rocks - but opening the trunk revealed a tunnel that led into an underground cavern. This secret entrance was inconspicuous enough to serve my rapist very well...until today, that is.
Emerging from the trunk of the car, I was blinded by a light that I had forgotten all about. Being struck by the sun was simultaneously painful and soothing - it was scorching hot and blinding, but it meant a return to the world outside of my prison, and the return of an old friend.
When my eyes adjusted, I saw a world that I had almost forgotten. The wasteland hadn't changed at all. It was still a grey and brown landscape composed of different-sized rocks, with a few landmarks such as electrical poles that carried no charge and billboards advertising things that no longer existed. I could see from one end of the horizon to the other, but there was nothing noteworthy in sight, which was almost always the situation in the wasteland.
"Don't just stand there, yeh dumb broad," the scrawny man yapped. "Git movin'!"
He kicked me hard in the back, and I stumbled to the ground. I tried to scramble to my feet, but having both hands tied behind my back made it difficult. The two of them laughed at me as I flopped around on the ground. Finally, one of them grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, then shoved me toward something that made me scream.
It was a bony creature with thin skin that revealed the skeletal structure and ribcage underneath its flesh, but despite its visible skeleton, large sacks of fat hung from its frame, drooping down unpleasantly. It had four legs and two heads, both with black horns. It was an abomination, a freak of nature, a monster.
"Wot's the matta, yeh nevah seen a brahmin before, girl?" The scrawny man asked as he slapped my ass.
The monster appeared to be domesticated. Bags and pouches were strapped to the beast, each carrying supplies and items that the two men had scavenged or looted from their victims. Everything that my previous owner possessed had been added to the Brahmin's load - and now I was here as well.
"Don't git yer hopes up, yer walkin'!" The scrawny man said. "You ain't good enough t' ride on Bessie, and even then, we don't want you weighin' 'er down!"
The burly man reached into his belongings and produced a compass. It reminded me of the one my father had owned. "We were heading this way," he said, pointing off into the distance. "Paradise Falls should be about two days' travel."
"That's two days to fuck ev'ry sacred hole in your sweet lil' body," the scrawny man said to me as he grinned widely, revealing a shortage of teeth.
A wave of despair washed over me, but when it receded, there was a surprising amount of optimism in its wake.
The man who killed your father is dead.
You're not tied to the bed anymore.
You're out of the place where you've been held captive.
You're going to be seeing new places.
Your life is now slightly more than being raped every day.
As though my mind were a beach, the wave of despair returned to crashed upon the shore of optimism, washing away any pleasant thoughts.
Nothing has changed. You are still a slave. You are still an object. You are still not free. You are still someone's possession. It doesn't matter if you've changed hands.
I tried to argue with myself. I tried to tell myself that my situation had improved. But it was impossible to cheer up. When I looked at this dirty, grinning man as he promised to rape me for the next two days, I saw nothing to be optimistic about, no matter how much my situation had 'improved'.
And that's when I realized that I would never be happy if I was still being raped.
And that's when it occurred to me that I had to find a way to stop these men from raping me.
But I couldn't stop them by force, and I couldn't run away without being shot at.
Which meant that I would have to find a different way to stop them.
An idea came to mind with such abruptness that it startled me. My mind had been left to atrophy and rot away for so long that I had almost forgotten my name. And yet, I still had the mental facilities to spontaneously devise a plan in almost no time at all.
When you need to think of an idea, the first thought to occur to you can sometimes be impractical or unconventional. But in this case, the first thought that occurred to me seemed perfectly logical and reasonable - at least to my rattled, rotted mind.
I wasn't going to wait for the right moment. As far as I was concerned, the "right moment" was as soon as possible.
I took a step forward, and moved closer to the scrawny man, putting my chin over his shoulder and my lips next to his ear.
"He plans to kill you," I whispered.
The scrawny man backed away from me, his eyes as wide as big white saucers, a look of horror on his face. He spun around, and looked at his partner. The burly man was loading the last of their supplies onto 'Bessie', oblivious as to what I was saying.
"W-wot?" The scrawny man mumbled. "Wot'd you say?"
"He told me that I'm worth a high price," I whispered. "He told me that he's going to kill you so he doesn't have to split it."
The scrawny man turned around and looked nervously at his comrade. The burly man looked over at his friend and shrugged. "What is it this time?"
In the blink of an eye, the smaller man had drawn a gun - it was the variety that my father had used. A six-shooter.
"I KNEW IT, YOU BASTID!" He cried, pointing the weapon at his ally. "I KNEW IT!"
"What the fuck!" The larger man exclaimed. "What are you doing, you fucking lunatic?"
"All that shit yer always sayin', dog-eat-dog, every man fer 'imself, survival a' the fittest, you think you're so clever!" The scrawny man scoffed. "Yer only keepin' me around 'til I ain't useful, then yer gonna drop my ass so you have all the caps t' yerself!"
"What are you saying?!" The larger man demanded. "We're a team, you know that! We've been working together for a year now, if I was gonna drop your ass then I would have done it months ago, you dumb fuck!"
"Oh yeh?" The scrawny man began. "Yer always sayin' that things is gonna change once we get to D.C., that everything's gonna change! It's yer subtle way of foreshadowin' yer plans! Things're gonna change alright, I'm gonna fockin' die once we - "
A sound like thunder - it was a gunshot. The scrawny man's head whipped back as blood shot out of a gaping wound in it. While he was ranting, the larger man found a gun loaded on Bessie's back and subtly aimed it without appearing as though he was getting ready to shoot his companion in the head.
The moment he was shot, the scrawny man's fingers squeezed the trigger of his gun. The gun fired, a distinctly different sound from the larger man's gun, but just as loud. The bullet struck Bessie, and the brahmin bellowed loudly and thrashed violently. The mutant bovine knocked over the larger man, shuddered, and then fell over, pinning the man underneath it. Bessie moved no more.
I knew that this was my only chance.
With my ankles tied, if I fell over, I would be hopeless. I had to retrieve the scrawny man's gun from his hand as quickly as possible, without falling over, and with my hands tied behind my back. I didn't believe it would be possible. I hadn't walked in so long, I had almost forgotten how. And how could I fire the gun if it was behind my back?
I shuffled across the ground, stood over the dead man's hand, turned around, and then bent my legs to go lower -
I lost balance and went crashing to the ground. I felt my hands graze something metallic. The gun was right there! I found the grip. Good, now just...no! I lost it. I couldn't possibly grab something without looking...
I straightened my body out, then sat up, then curled my legs, then I moved my hands underneath my butt and past my feet. There, now my hands were in front of me! I spun around and saw the gun. I grabbed it quickly.
The larger man was moaning. I could see him pushing Bessie off of him, but he was on the other side of the Brahmin's corpse. Still in a sitting position, I started inching my way toward him by moving my feet forward, then gripping the ground with my toes and pulling the rest of my body forward. I continued scooting toward the Brahmin until I was at its heads. The man was only a few feet away from me now.
I shot my feet out and then pulled myself forward so that I could pop out quickly and shoot the man before he could react. In an instant, I was on the other side of the Brahmin and my gun was raised. The man was right where I expected him to be - buried underneath the corpse of a be
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