I couldn’t believe my luck. I had finally freed myself from my captors. First place I went was home.. Home sweet home. I showered for the first time in who knows how long and put on clean clothes. But that was then I learned that I had missed the death of my father. There was a note on the counter in the kitchen about his funeral. Putting on shoes, I headed out to the graveyard. It was just getting dark, but I needed to see it.. my father’s grave. The dirt in front of the new headstone was still dark a fresh. I felt the tears burning down my cheeks as I had missed the last days my father was living. He’d never know how his sweet girl had been taken and raped and tortured.
I was about to turn and head back when something hard hit me in the back of the head, sending me sprawling forward into the fresh churned earth. I groaned as I was seeing spots in my vision. Then I felt hands on me… their hands. My captors had found me. “Time to teach you a lesson my dear..” one of them laughed as they used a knife to cut away my clothing. They were not gentle as the blade sliced into flesh a few times.
My hands dug into the ground as they started forcing their cocks into me, one after the other they used my body. I screamed and clawed at the earth but no one way around. I only had the dead to hear me. Then one of them grabbed my hand and using a ground spike, he forced it through my hand. I cried and screamed, but he just went to the next. When he was done, I was pinned like an X above my father’s fresh grave. They beat me, used the knife to cut my soft flesh and as most of them jizzed on me one more time, the oldest slit my wrists. They left me cold and mostly naked, bleeding to death above my father. I was so happy when I felt the darkness taking me.