This holiday season has been hell for Stacy. First, she's attacked by a group of men during a big Black Friday sale. After that she decides to stay home and order some things online, only to be attacked again by the men who make the deliveries.
They take turns on her in her own bed, and when she takes the ruined mattress down to the dumpster in the alley behind her apt building she is attacked again by a group of men dressed as store Santas. Stacy finally winds up in a mental hospital to recover but winds up being used daily by the doctors, nurses, and patients there.
Stacy may never be able to escape this holiday from hell in this 4-part, non-con gang-rape story.
From Black Friday Gang Rape:
I still had a grip on the laminated tag, but I knew this man was way stronger than I was and that I wouldn’t be able to hold onto it much longer. So, I kicked backward, hitting his shin with my heel multiple times.
“Oh, you wanna play rough, do you?” he said into my ear. “I can play that game, no problem.”
The man swept one of his legs in front of both of mine and I felt the ground fall out from underneath me. Luckily I landed on my arm and my hip, but it still hurt like hell. “What the fuck are you doing?” I screamed, trying to turn onto my back to kick the guy off of me. But he pushed me down so my face was on the floor and he put the weight of his body on my back and my legs.READ MORE
“You’re a rude little bitch, and I’m gonna teach you some respect.” The man still had a handful of my hair gripped in his fist and he held me down with it while he yanked up my skirt from behind.
“What the fuck!” I screamed. “Somebody help me! Get this guy off of me!”
I couldn’t see anything other than the wall of TVs where my head was facing, but I knew there had to be lots of people around. There were so many people in line outside. I couldn’t believe no one was doing anything to stop this insane man.
I felt the man’s hands under my skirt again as he tore my panties off, then suddenly something was shoved into my mouth. Now, no matter what I yelled or screamed, all that came out was a soft muffled noise.
From Gang Raped in the Asylum on New Year’s Eve:
I stood under the stream of hot water while the nurse sat on a chair in the corner of the room. I had no idea if he was watching me. I didn’t look at him at all. I just closed my eyes and tried to form some clear thoughts in my head about how I could get out of that place.
No one had called me or come to visit in the entire time since I’d been committed. Or if they did no one let me know. I knew I didn’t need to be there, and I knew the things they were doing to me weren’t right, but I had such a hard time remembering anything. Sometimes vague flashes would come to me, like being strapped down to a gynecological table while a group of doctors in white coats took turns standing in between my legs. They said they were examining me, but that’s not what it felt like.
I also vaguely remembered being naked and restrained in a straitjacket that had no fabric covering my breasts. I have a distinct memory of twisting and turning to get away from multiple hands that were grabbing at my tits while I was being pounded in the ass. But, then again, that memory also felt like it could have been a story I’d been told, or a scene from a movie. I just couldn’t remember, and when I tried the images would fade away and I would be left with nothing but a foggy head.COLLAPSE