He then ties my hands to my headboard and again ties my legs to my thighs this time to expose the wetness he had created. He runs his finger over it. ...Why are you so fucking wet? It's like a river." I kind of took that as a compliment but I answered that I did not know. He took that answer and looked at me so sadistically with his dick still out and hard. The wonder of his next move excited me. I take a break from my day dream. There is a feeling building up in my stomach; my heart is starting. Near our house, I pulled into a deserted parking lot and pulled the dildo out. I gave myself a good fucking with the fake cock. I was plenty wet already. After I got my pussy nicely stretched, I popped a pin prick in the condom and squirted the "cum" into myself. I pulled my panties up and drove quickly home. I held my pussy and made my entrance into the kitchen door.When Brad saw me, he began questioning me."What girls were you out with at this odd time?"I looked guilty. "Brad, I have a. I met this really hot man there leaving the party with him.We went to his apartment where I was looking forward to fucking him.To my surprise when we got there two other men were there also.I thought we would just go to his room and fuck.Well after a few more drinks with the guys I found myself being fondled by all three.I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this but soon realized I didn't have a choice.Two of them held me down while the other removed my cloths.i made a valiant effort to get free to. Not asking why took a little longer, but all of my questions went away eventually. That's what it is to be a slave. I was numb now, except in my dreams, and numbness is a thing you can't understand until you feel it. Until it consumes you. Becomes you."You go on television today." There was the clattering of a metal tray being shoved under the bars, kicked towards me so that the cold hard rice was caught and tumbled off to flake on the floor.I scrambled for it, catching the rice in my broken.