A literotic sexstories: My Daughter's Last Birthday by Dinner ,
If you squick easily, my stories aren’t for you. Consider yourself warned.
Back in high school, I was the sort of girl who didn’t care about her studies at all. I didn’t see the point and just wanted to have fun. That fun wound up giving me Abigail when I was 16. That was 18 years ago today. Once I had the responsibility of a child, my priorities shifted, and it became my life’s work to raise her the best that I could. She’s even been accepted into Harvard, and will start there in the fall. I couldn’t be prouder of my little girl. For her birthday today, I’ve brought her to eat at her favorite Italian restaurant, La Strada.
We were just leaving, and heading through the dark parking lot to my car when a young man approached us. He had a somewhat muscular frame. I remember seeing him eating at the restaurant with a few of his friends. His sleeves were rolled up and there was oil or something on his hands. “Excuse me, ma’am?”
I turned to look at the man, “Yes?”
“I’m real sorry to bother you, but I need some help. My battery’s dead and I just need a jump.”
“Oh, Okay. That’s no problem. Where’s your car?”
“It’s right over there,” the man points at his car across the lot. There’s only one car with the hood open, in the direction he points. It’s a faded blue and looks fairly beat up.
“Okay, wait for us there, we’ll pull up to it.”
“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much of help this is!”
We part ways and as I start my car, Abby turns to me, “He’s cute”.
“Yeah, he certainly is. He’s probably already got someone.”
“Yeah… Maybe.”
We pull up to his car and I hit the button to pop open the hood before getting out. As I get out, I feel a hand on my mouth. I open my eyes wide and see the first man I spoke to leaning on the passenger side door, keeping Abby in the car. I hear Abby let out a scream.
“You shut your whore mouth or I paint your mother’s car a nice shade of red here!”, I feel cold, round metal against the side of my head and Abby stops screaming. I can see tears streaming down her face. I’m crying too. The man lets go of my mouth and opens the back door of my car. He pushes me inside and I turn to look at my attacker for a moment. He slams the door shut and gets into the driver’s seat.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Abby,” I whisper to my little girl.
The rear passenger side door opens and the man who tricked me gets in, pointing a gun as well. Once he’s in, I hear the click of the locks. A third and forth man walk passed to the other car, shutting both hoods. I turn to my right and stare at the gun pointed at me for a few moments. “Listen, just let her go. Do whatever you want to me, but please, just let her go!”
The man laughs a bit. “Anything I want?”
“Anything!”
“Alright, I want you to prove it before I consider your offer.”
“Prove it how?”
“Suck my dick, bitch! And make it convincing!”
I glance at Abby who’s turned in her seat to watch what’s going on. I turn back to the man and nod as I lower myself towards his crotch. I undo his pants and pull out his cock and balls. It’s soft. Holding it in two fingers, I see it begin to grow as I move my mouth toward it. I put it in my mouth and suck, feeling it grow in size as I do. Soon, it’s hardened and I’m bobbing my head along the first few inches of his shaft. As I’m moving my head, I can hear him. “Awww… Yeah… That’s a good slut…” I feel his hand on the back of my head. He’s pushing me, trying to make me take more of his dick. I take a deep breath and loosen my throat, letting his dick go all the way into my throat. “Oh, fuck! You’re quite the whore ain’t ya!? It takes a lot of practice to take that much dick!” I start to pull back, but he holds my head still with his hand. “No movement yet. Just suction.”
I start to suck as hard as I can, unable to breathe with his dick deep in my throat. I can feel my face getting hot. I frantically try to milk his cock with my tongue. I think about biting him, but if I do that, he definitely won’t let Abby go, so I just keep sucking. I start to feel a few spasms and he lets go. I immediately pull myself off his cock and start coughing and catching my breath. “Heh, maybe you’re not as good at this as I thought…” Hearing that, I immediately move my head toward his dick, but he presses his hand against my forehead. “Don’t bother, slut, we’re here.”
“Please, I tried my best, let her go!”
“Did you honestly think that was ever a possibility? Look at her! She’s hot! Worth quite a lot, I’m sure…”
“I’ll pay you whatever you want!”
“You don’t have money anymore, slut. You’re my slave now.”
I just stare at him as his words sink in. Both of the guys in the car are laughing. I hear the front driver’s side door, then the door next to me. The man I was sucking off turns toward Abby as I’m pulled out of the car. The man holds me still as one of the men from the other car walks up to me with a knife. I try to kick him, but he grabs my foot and slips my shoe off of it. “How many pieces would you like to be in right now? Keep your damned legs down!” I swallow the spit in my mouth and his brings the knife to my skirt. He cuts through the fabric and tosses it onto the ground. He continues cutting away at my clothes until I’m naked. The men then start pushing me toward the building. A bouncer nods at them as I’m pushed through the doorway. Inside, heavy metal is blasting through the speakers. The guys all look intimidating. Most of them look like they work out. Many have tattoos and odd piercings. It’s definitely a seedy place. There’s a stage in the middle with a few women dancing naked on poles. They each have one ankle handcuffed to the pole they’re on. There are two bars, one of each side. As I’m pushed through the crowd, a lot of the men look at me or not far behind me. Abby must be right behind me.
When we get to the back of the room, a security guard opens a door behind him and lets us through. There’s a hallway. Once the door shuts behind us, I can barely hear the music. We make a right, then a left, then the man in front of me opens a door on the right with a key. Inside, there are a few cages. They can each hold a single person, standing up. Three of the cages have naked crying women in them. The man switches on a light, and I’m brought to a cage and pushed in. I watch as Abby’s pushed into the cage next to mine. The men leave and turn out the lights.
“Umm… Hi. Do you girls know what’s going on here?”
“No, sorry. They said they needed a jump for their car, and the next thing we knew, we were here.”
“It was the same with us.”
Abby adds a bit of insight “They said that I’d probably be ‘worth a lot’ because of my looks. That makes me think they plan on selling us.”
“Selling us?!”, one of the other girls almost shouts, “Oh, god no…”
“You don’t belong here Abby. You’re a smart girl. You’re still young and have most of your life to look forward to.”
“None of us belong here, Mom.”
We chat a bit more with the other girls, talking about anything other than our current situation, to try to take our minds off of it. Their names are April, Megan and Amanda. They’re all in their 20s. At 34, I’m the oldest here, and the only mother.
After a while, the men come back and take us out of the room. They don’t take us out of the cages, carrying us back to the main room. The women who were dancing with the poles aren’t on the poles anymore. I see one of them behind one of the bar counters, but she’s been impaled on what seems to be a spit-roasting device, similar to what they have for chicken behind the meat counter at our local grocery store. Our cages are put on the stage, and everyone has gathered around. Megan is separated from the rest of us. The crowd starts shouting out numbers. I realize that they’re bidding on her. Eventually one of them wins her and climbs onto the stage. He hands the men some cash and cuffs her through the cage before they unlock it to let him take her out. He carries her out of the building on his shoulder.
I look back at Abby and realize that we’ll probably be separated. I might never see my baby girl again. “I love you, Abby”, I tell her. She smiles for a moment, “I love you too, Mom.” We reach our arms through our cages and hug. Just then, I feel a poke in my back. I release Abby and turn to see one of the men just poked me with a wooden rod of some sort. Turning back to Abby, her cage is being moved to the center. She’s the next one getting bid on. I watch as people shout out numbers. The numbers go higher than they did for Megan. At some point, the man selling my daughter pushes his finger into her pussy and announces that she’s still a virgin. This brings a few more people into the bidding, including one of the bartenders who winds up giving the highest number by the end of it all.
The bartender and a few security guards come onto the stage. He’s wearing an apron and rubber gloves. He’s carrying a bucket and a long metal rod. He puts the rod down next to Abby and takes a blowtorch and a knife out of the bucket. The men selling us unlock the cage and the security guards grab her limbs and hold her still. The bartender takes the knife and slices her belly open. I’m not sure who screamed louder, me or my baby girl. They’re going to kill her, slowly. I spent most of my life raising her. She’s all I have, and they’re going to kill her right in front of me.
I watch as he switches between the knife and the blowtorch, pulling out my daughter’s intestines and stomach, which go into the bucket. Then, he takes the metal rod and pushes it through her ass. His other hand is in her wound, probably guiding the metal rod. I eventually see it come out her mouth. Her screams are muffled, then they get a bit louder. Apparently there are holes in the rod for her to be able to breathe. These people must be the most sadistic scum on the planet. One of the security guards hands the bartender a couple more rods, which are thinner. One of them is slid onto the larger rod and pushed deep into her pussy. He announces to those watching when it passes through her cervix. The other is pushed through her ankles and a notch in the longer rod, holding her feet in place. Lastly, her arms are handcuffed and the chain of the cuffs goes between the main rod and the pussy rod.
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