This story might offend some readers. i encourage you to look at the tags before reading but will summarize content here. This story is about a young adult latina who has been abducted by a racist white man for the purpose of gratifying him sexually, birthing and mothering his children, cleaning his home, being shared, degraded (via racism and misogyny), roughed up, etc. There will be elements of Stockholm syndrome. If you do not wish to read about these kinds of things, please do not read this story or subsequent stories in this series. Also, I must stress that this is in the Nonconsent/reluctance category so there will be nonconsent.
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I was just getting home from closing at the coffee shop and was beat. It was 2 a.m. we had to stay late because someone was passed out from doing heroin in the bathroom. My shift lead had been occupied with that and waiting for the police to show up, whilst my other coworker had to leave at 10:00 because she was still a minor so she legally couldn’t work any later than that, leaving me to help customers and try to get closing tasks done. It wasn’t easy – we had a busy store and we’re constantly understaffed at night as it was.
By the time I got home I was thoroughly exhausted. My ponytail was a frizzy brown mess. I had just straightened my hair that morning, which had taken forever since I was growing out my hair, but now that work had been undone by the shift from hell. My face felt salty from running around for 9 hours. Once I parked my car I grabbed my shirt and apron from the passenger seat. I had removed my button-up earlier because it was wet from when I did the dishes. Now I was in a black tank top and dark jeans. As I got out of the car my pale skin was bathed in moonlight. I walked to the front door but before I could get there I was pulled suddenly backwards. I opened my mouth in surprise just to have a rag shoved into it. I went to remove the hand near my mouth away but once the rag was fully lodged into my mouth my arms were held firmly behind my back. I struggled against my captor. I had an average build but that doesn’t mean a whole lot when you’re 5’1″. I was at his mercy. I kicked and thrashed. My wrists were promptly handcuffed behind my back. I was picked up and carried to the back of a van, where I was placed inside. I finally was facing my captor but he had a ski mask on. All I could tell was he was about 5’10” and chubby. He picked up a roll of duct tape next to me, tore off a strip, and put it over my mouth as I tried to move my head away.
He lowered his face to mine and whispered in my ear, “you’re mine now.”
I stared up at him defiantly as he moved away. The rear doors to the van closed. I heard him get in and start the car. I felt him drive away. I knew I was in trouble.
After what seemed like forever but couldn’t have been more than a few hours we stopped driving. I say it couldn’t have been too long because when the van doors opened I saw it was still night out. When the doors opened I saw the man who had claimed me. He was no longer wearing a mask. I didn’t recognize him and wondered who he was and why he chose me. He was Caucasian, had a square face, chubby cheeks, a scraggly brown mustache to match his scraggly brown hair, a small mouth with full lips, blue eyes, and a very low brow. He looked mean and stern. He looked at me for a moment and allowed me to look at him. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up and brought his down to meet mine halfway. I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he growled as he tightened his grip on my hair. I opened my eyes and scowled back at him. He slapped me, hard. My eyes widened with shock and fear. “That is the last time you will look at me like that. From now on you will do whatever I say, when I say it. You will take care of the house how I say, wear what I want you to wear, fuck who I want you to fuck, and you will worship me and my cock. If you don’t I will hurt you. I’ll hurt you anyways, but how much depends on you. I will rape you whenever I want, multiple times a day, and you will not only allow me to but enthusiastically participate however I say. I will breed you and milk you. You will be a loving wife to me and a loving mother to our children.” He sneered. “I doubt being bred and treated like a cumdoll will be a problem for you, you fucking latina whore.”
He rolled me out of the van and onto the dirt. I landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. He picked me up by my shirt collar and led me to his house, walking a bit too fast for me to regain my balance so I stumbled along. We appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. Woods surrounded the house aside from the dirt road we came in on.
When we got to the house he swung open the door and threw me face down onto a couch. My handcuffs were removed and replaced with a leather restraint that kept my arms firmly secured behind my back. My hair tie was removed and my hair was pulled, lifting my head. I was flipped onto my back. I then noticed the other two men in the room, looking at me in a way that sent chills down my spine.
“Well, boys,” the first man said, “let’s have at her. But don’t cum in her cunt. She’s my wifemeat.”
I gazed up in horror as I heard their buckles clink as they began to undo them.