Chapter 11: What Burns Like Gasoline
Unknown Location, Baltiney, New York...
Once more, Misty found herself lying on her back while some man she hardly knew saw his way to pumping his condom-covered cock in and out of her warm depths grunting and groaning in her ear as if she actually cared about them. While her body lay limp and the latest cock with latex had its way with her, her mind had been elsewhere. The recollection of how she came to be at this point in her young life was not at all something she liked to do but it was an automatic response to not wanting to be touched by anyone. A leftover gift from her so-called boyfriend Zack Runnels when she had the misfortune of staying at his place while taking shelter from the bastard that sired her for more or less the very same reason she despised the two-faced bastard known as Zack till this day.
At the time, he had been the only safe haven in her young life as her parents were 0 for two in the actually beneficial part with her so-called father attempting to rape her and her mother strung out on meth most of the time. Zack for a time was the only person she thought she could count on when times got tough. Sadly she found out all too well that he had been only seeing to her welfare because she was the only girl untouched by the remainder of the football team and a difficult person to date due to her not at all being easily manipulated.
Zack had bided his time and struck when she'd been the most vulnerable and without proper defense like a true snake in human skin.
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Zack's Bedroom, The Runnel's Place, Unknown City, Unknown State...
Melissa had been unable to keep her eyes open as she felt the heaviness set in of her body and her mind attempted to rationalize it by concluding that she'd been exhausted ever since coming to her boyfriend's house. She had believed that he had been only looking out for her best interest and as such was caring for her the best way he knew how. Unfortunately for Melissa, she had put entirely too much trust in Zack. The moment her heavy eyelids closed, Zack entered the bedroom completely naked as he climbed onto the bed slowly pulling down her jeans and panties as he began to stimulate her via his questing finger past her untouched folds.
Melissa moaned in her sleep and shifted some as he forced his way between her thighs. She had barely been under this time around as she opened her eyes to find him thrusting his cock deep inside of her breaking through the barrier of her maidenhood and causing her to awaken and scream at the instant of the pain. Even when he realized she'd been awake he didn't stop still thrusting into her while having little to no regard for the pain he caused her. Tears streamed down Melissa's cheeks as she came to the conclusion that Zack had been no better than her horrible sperm donor.
The drugs made her weak and she had been powerless to stop him or get away like she wished she could. Zack's true colors had been revealed in the worst way possible when he invited his friends to his parents' house and they each took turns having their way with the drugged Melissa cheering each other on as they swapped places never giving a second thought to how they were treating her.
She lost track of who had done what or just how many cocks had been inside her as she lay there pinned down via her own heavy body and the bastards cheering each other on as they had their way with her. She felt only sickness and rage as they hovered over her and for a time they had feared they had given her too much of the drugs and stopped her heart. They panicked and loaded her into a truck and dumped her body off believing they had killed her but she survived, the movements of the truck and being tossed about had made it possible for her to awaken as the drugs began to pass from her system.
She awoke with her body in agony and surrounded by darkness as she picked herself up off the cold hard ground the rage burning in her chest as she recovered from what the bastards had done to her. She let herself into his now-empty house when he was out with the bastards that helped him toss her out into the cold once they had their fill of her drugged body. She took some money from the safe he had used time and time again in her face and something in the way of clothes before she grabbed a container of gasoline and began to empty it all over the house. She didn't feel a thing when she struck the match and burned everything the bastard she called a boyfriend had loved to the ground before leaving the scene in his prized car.
She didn't know what happened to the bastard or his house and friends after that, but she had sent a clear message with the intense heat and flames.
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Unknown Location, Baltiney, New York...
Misty simply lay in bed as a lone tear streamed down her cheek. She was alone with the client gone after he had done what he wanted to her and the memory of her first unwanted encounter had faded back into obscurity as it had after every time she pushed it back. She hadn't been the same ever since then wandering the streets and bedding men for money for a place to stay for the night, food, and clothing. It wasn't an ideal life, but she had survived what the bastards had tried to do to her. She had survived what Kent tried to do to her and the other horrible clients ever since then.
Misty rolled onto her side as she attempted to drift off to sleep, the smile from the rather kind drunken man Richard had been on her mind as she gave in to her body's need for adequate rest. She knew it was about as safe as she was going to get for the night as morning brought with it a whole list of uncertainties.