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Field Trial No. 11

Part 7 Christine

Part 7 - Christine

This is my account of the first day.

I was reaching to unlock my car when I became paralyzed. It was a feeling
totally new to me. Later I was told it was a stun gun. My body just quit
working. I felt myself grabbed from behind and pulled backwards into the vehicle
parked beside mine. They taped a mask over my eyes, bound my hands and feet and
gagged me with some sort of rubber object that was tied very tight in back. They
placed a cloth bag over my head.

I gather from the commotion around me they were doing the same thing to Joanne.
I was terrified. I thought we were going to be raped and possibly killed. Our
abductors did not say a word. They seemed very professional. It only took a few
seconds after we were grabbed for them to tie the both of us.

We drove for a while but I lost track of time. It could have been one hour or
two.

When the van stopped, I was picked up and carried into some type of building. He
carried me down steps and laid me onto a bed on my back. I figured this would be
the place where the rape was going to take place. They cut the plastic tie that
bound my feet and then secured my ankles to the side of the bed using belted
straps. They did the same with my hands. My head was then placed inside
something that reminded me of the stock that the Pilgrims used in Massachusetts
Bay Colony. I felt a wooden bar being lowered across my throat. I was tied
spread eagle on a twin bed with my head in what I later learned was a wooden box
intended to insure that we did not get a chance to see the faces of the men who
kidnapped us.

In a few minutes, I heard the sounds of them bringing Joanne into the room. I
gather they did the same type of things to her. In a few minutes, I felt her
head right beside mine in their box contraption but her body was in a different
direction.

A hand reached into the box and removed the sacks and then the gags. They left
the masks taped over out eyes.

Then, for the first time, one of them spoke. He said that it was absolutely
critical that we not see their faces. And that if we did, even by accident, they
would kill us. He said they planned to keep us there for two full days starting
tomorrow. Late on the second day, they would let us go. He repeated his warning
about never looking at their faces.

I asked then if they were going to rape us. One of them replied "Yes, among a
lot of other things." I begged them to just rape me and leave Joanne alone. They
laughed and left the room.

When they returned, that cut off our clothes. I begged them not to hurt Joanne
but they ignored me. In a couple of minutes, they had me completely naked and
started feeling my body. I asked Joanne if they were feeling her and she said
they were.

You can't imagine how it feels for a Mother to lay there helpless while her
daughter is violated. They felt inside of her vagina and laughed when they
discovered she was a virgin. They suck their fingers inside my vagina and even
commented about how we shaved differently down there. Then I felt a wet finger
on an asshole and it pushed inside me. Someone grabbed my nipple and squeezed
real hard. I yelled ouch and they laughed. I heard them say they were going to
enjoy my tits.

Their last act of the day was to beat the soles of our feet with what I think
was a rubber hose. I'm not sure that even childbirth was that painful. Poor
Joanne screamed her lungs out as they used the hose as a truncheon across her
feet. I screamed for them to stop. I have no idea how many times they whipped my
poor feet. I thought they were going to rip the toenails right off my feet. I
passed out after a particularly painful whack on my heel.

They woke me up with smelling salts. I thought they were going to start whipping
us again; but instead they began to rub their cocks around on our bloody feet.
One held my feet together while he fucked his cock between them. After a few
minutes of this, I felt cum splatter on my feet. He rubbed cum and blood
together with his softening cock. Joanne said they did the same to her.

It was a terrible ordeal. They threw a coarse wool blanket over left and us.
This ended my first day.



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