I knew my uncle was a drug addict, but I had no idea how far he would go to get his fix. He picked me up from the store today, acting like he was just being nice, and took me back to his place to “have some fun”. He has never hurt me before, but I have gotten drunk and told him how much I love pain, but it never crossed my mind that he would do anything about it. When we arrived, he handed me a drink and I took a sip. It tasted bitter, but I figured it was gin or something that I normally don’t drink.
After a few more sips, as he sat and smiled at me, I began to feel really weird. The room started to move in strange ways and I was seeing trails of light whenever I looked around. My arms and legs felt very heavy and I could see that my uncle was saying something, but I couldn’t understand him. Everything was in slow motion and I realized he had slipped me something. My brain couldn’t function beyond wondering why, and then I noticed there were more men in the room. They must have just came in?
The next thing I knew, my clothes were being torn off and my arms and legs bound with rope. I couldn’t scream – my mouth just wasn’t working. That didn’t stop one of them from putting his hard cock inside my mouth and ramming it down my throat. I couldn’t even wrap my lips around him as he fucked my face. I felt fingers and hands everywhere and finally a hard cock enter my ass so hard that I think I let out a squeak. I could feel them slapping me, but it didn’t hurt. I had a vague thought that it was going to hurt later… and then drifted off as my uncle’s drug dealers finished the rest of the day with their rape phone sex fantasies.