Men gagged bondage
“Good girl, now that wasn’t that bad was it?” And he smiles and walks upstairs. When he finished, the men headed upstairs chatting and joking. I am paralyzed there in that room and darkness comes over me tying me in a knot and there is no humanity to be found. I have lost all ability to fight them and I give my body to them. My voice is strangled, not even a whisper, but inside I’m screaming so loud the whole street would hear. “Why are you doing this to me? Please stop, you’re hurting me.” I’m sobbing, my chest so tight I can’t breathe, only take a shallow breath. Number six and seven come together and I’m beginning to lose all hope. The pain sears through me like a hot poker but I still fight as best I can. “God no not in there,” I scream as he forces himself into my anus. When the fourth stops, I take a moment to gather myself but then the fifth comes and flips me onto my stomach. My mind slips away, trying to find some nice memory to cling to but its blank. The brutal thrusts feel like they will tear me apart. I’m still fighting with every ounce of strength I have in me, hoping they will stop. I’m hoping Steve will tell them to stop but he’s just standing there watching with great interest. I try to pull away but they are too powerful. I cry out pleading with him but he’s already on top of me, my knickers torn off and discarded like a rag. “She will calm down eventually, you’ll see.” But the first man is already pulling down my trousers and I’m kicking, trying to stop him but the others hold me down. “You don’t have to do this I will do whatever you want!” I scream in desperation at him. Steve removes the gag and unties my wrists. I’m already struggling and crying out as he takes me to the mattress on the floor.
But the question has already been answered in my mind and I know that my life will be changed forever. Surely, I’m not to be offered up to all of them? I’m horrified and afraid. A group of men stand there and my legs begin to buckle beneath me. Gagged and bound, I’m led down the steps into the basement. This provides a space for women to tell of their experiences of the sex trade in their own words. ‘Sarah’ sent this harrowing and powerful piece about her experiences in prostitution through our Share Your Story page.