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Submitted by Vanessa on 14/Oct/2005
This is a true story. Last year, I was on holiday in Turkey with my daughter.
We were staying in a large, quite anonymous hotel near the beach, and had been there for a little over a week. I decided we could do with a shopping trip to make a change from sunbathing. So we took a taxi into a nearby quite large town.
We walked, in the hot sun, all round the main square, looking in the shops. Looking back, I suppose we were sitting ducks. I am just over 40, and about 5ft 5 inches, with long blond hair and what I am told is a very good figure, and at the time she was 13, slim, with very long blond hair. My experience of Turkish men was confined to the waiters in the hotel, who were all charming and polite. We are both wiser now.
I was modestly dressed in a white blouse and sarong skirt, and my daughter Jane was dressed in a tee shirt and shorts, which was probably a mistake. But we were not to know that at the time.
We went through a maze a backstreets, just wandering, and into a shop. The shopkeeper showed us some of the jewellery and items he had on sale. He said we both looked hot, and said would we like a cool drink, or some tea. It was so hot, and my guard was down, so I said yes, that would be very nice.
He led us through a door into a large, cool, room. It was quite dark, and bade us sit down.
He rang a bell, and a woman, aged about 30, came out and asked us in English what we would like to drink. She went to get the drinks. I heard the shopkeeper talking rapidly in what I took to be Turkish on the phone. Our drinks arrived, and the shopkeeper was very pleasant, and chatted in broken English about the weather, and what we were doing in Turkey, and how long we would be there for. A few minutes later, two men came into the room. The shopkeeper said this was his son, and his cousin, and that they would like to meet me. I began to get a little nervous, but they were pleasant and asked my name, and where I was from. Then three other men arrived, and I began to get a little alarmed. They stood and looked at us, and Jane gripped my hand hard. I got up to leave, but one of the men pushed me back down gently and said that we are their guests and they would like to show us hospitality. Soon there were about 10 men in the room, all laughing and drinking.
Then the shopkeeper said that they would like to show us their town, and after would take us back to our hotel. We were ushered politely but firmly out of the back of the house and into two waiting cars. Jane and I sat in the back with a man squeezed on each side of us, and two men in the front. The other men climbed into the other car and we set off through a maze of streets. To be honest, I was scared but thought the safest thing would be to play along with it.
We stopped in a dark, narrow street, and were ushered through a door into a large, cool room, furnished with cushions and carpets, and several low tables. A man appeared with a tray of drinks and food, and there was much laughing and drinking. Mine tasted sweet but quite strong and I started to feel a little light headed. There were now about 16 or 17 men there, two in what looked like army uniform and four in police uniform. My daughter and I were the only two females there.
One of the men said Jane had told him her hobby was dancing. Immediately, one of the men stood up and said to her that she should dance for them. She shook her head. The men started to tease her and say they were sure she could dance very well. Then things began to get nastier. One of the men stood up and said to her that if she didn’t dance for them, they would hurt her mummy. Two men grabbed my arms and one produced a knife. She was shocked and burst into tears. The man pulled her to the middle of the room, so that she was now standing surrounded by nearly 20 men sitting or reclining on rugs and cushions.
Someone put on a CD, light rock music, and told her to start dancing. Slowly, she started to move her hips and hair, and with her eyes shut started to dance. The men cheered and clapped. The two men still held my arms, and another one started to touch my breasts.
When the track ended, they shouted for another. Jane looked upset and confused, but started to dance again. The man had undone my blouse now, and was telling me that I am their guest and it is my duty to entertain them. They pulled my blouse off and told me to take off my bra. I shook my head. The man shrugged and slid the knife over my stomach and under the fabric, and then cut through it. Then they pulled the remains of my bra off. I tried to cover my breasts but they pulled my arms behind my back and I felt something cold and hard round my wrists. It hurt. Several of the man groped my breasts and nipples. Then one of them pulled me up to my knees, and slowly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. He put it against my lips and told me to open my mouth. I refused, turning my head away. I gagged on the smell of his unwashed penis. The whole room smelt of sweat and sex, and tobacco.
The track ended, and they put on another one. One of the men said, pleasantly, that I must learn some manners. Maybe my daughter would like to dance for them naked. I pleaded with him that I would do anything he wanted, that I would dance for them, but he laughed and said his friends prefer little girls. One of the men went over to Jane and told her to take off her shorts. She refused, staring open mouthed at me, on my knees, with a mans penis next to my lips. One of the men took his knife and put it just under my nipple and started to cut. I screamed, and could feel a trickle of blood running down my breast. I was dragged over to her, and forced down on my knees. The man took the knife and started to cut my other breast, just above the nipple. Jane quickly pulled off her shorts, and stood there in her little white panties and her tee shirt. Now your tee shirt. She pulled it off, and stood with her hands covering her small breasts.
Now dance, the man said. She started to dance, still trying to keep herself covered. The man told her to put her hands on her head. Soon she was dancing to the music, in just her little white panties. They made her take off her shoes and socks so that she was barefoot. The men sat around her, watching transfixed as she danced for them. Several of then had their cocks out, and were stroking them as they watched her.
With my hands handcuffed behind my back, I started to suck the nearest cock., sucking to make him cum as fast as I could. He soon came in my mouth, making me gag on his cum. He was immediately replaced by another man. The handcuffs were unlocked and soon I was kneeling in front of three men, masturbating two of them and sucking the other one while they played with my breasts and watched my almost naked little daughter dance for them. Soon they made me take off my skirt and bend over one of the low tables. A man kicked my legs apart and pulled my panties to one side. He forced his cock into my vagina while I had to continue to suck his friends. He fucked me hard, forcing me further onto the cock in my mouth with each stroke, until he came. Men started to queue up behind me, each taking a few strokes in me. I started to get very sore. I could not believe that I was being gang raped in a room while my little daughter was being forced to dance almost naked for the men. It seemed like a never ending nightmare.
One of the policemen came over and pulled me to my feet. He pointed over to the middle of the room, where Jane was sitting on a chair. He said I must show her what to do. He pulled up another chair. They made us sit, side by side. He indicated that I must start to touch myself through my panties, and show her what to do. To emphasise that I had no choice, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and touched it to my breast. I screamed, and shaking sat down next to my terrified little daughter.
The man said they wanted to see her play with herself and I must show her what to do. I spread my legs, and put my hand down my panties. I was wet with the cum from the rapes. I told Janes in a low voice to copy me, and through her tears she said she didn’t want them to hurt me any more. She spread her legs and put her hands inside her panties. It was quite surreal, we were sitting pushing our fingers into our pussies in front a huge group of men. Then I pulled my panties to one side and spread my legs a little further so that they could see my pussy and told Jane to do the same. I could see that she had her eyes shut and was trembling, but beginning to breathe quite deeply. Then the man told us to take our panties right off, and touch each other. For the first time, I was able to cuddle and comfort my little girl, but had to start to stroke her pussy with my hand. I could feel her hand tentatively touch my pussy and she started to touch me. I could feel that she was beginning to get quite wet, and I slowly opened her up so that the men could see her little vagina..
Then the man barked, enough. Get over to that table. We need a whore, and I was pushed until I was kneeling over a table with my legs wide apart, and a cock was slammed into my unprotected pussy.
Another track came on the CD, I looked round and saw her, with tears streaming down her face, dancing naked for them. There were six or seven men round her, stroking their cocks and watching her gyrating body. One of the men put his cock in my mouth, and said they liked seeing little girls dancing, especially little blond girls. By now I had sucked or been fucked by about 10 men, and I had cum in my hair, all round my mouth and running down my breasts, mingling the blood from the cuts on my breasts. I could feel cum running from my pussy and down the inside of my thighs. One of the men took a handful of cum from my pussy and started to rub it into my bottom. By now I was so far gone that I hardly noticed until a searing pain told me I was going to be sodomised as well. It hurt so much I virtually passed out and the world receded into a haze of pain, smells and penises being forced into my mouth.
Through the haze I saw that one of the policemen had got up and came over to where Jane was standing. He undid his sweaty shirt, and undid his trousers and kicked them off. He stood there with his large, fat belly, and with his cock sticking up out of his underpants. He pulled them down a little and his huge cock sprang out. It was huge, with a thick purple head. He pushed Jane to her knees and told her to start. She knelt there trembling, and he slapped her in her face with it. I could smell his cock from where I was kneeling a few feet away. Then he grabbed her hair and told her to start to lick him. Slowly, she put out her tongue and started to lick the shaft of his cock. He made her hold it, and both her hands would only just go round it. He made her lick and suck the tip, and then he started to masturbate. Two men held her head, and forced her mouth open, and then he came in her mouth and all over her face. They held her there until he had finished, and then forced her mouth shut and told her to swallow. She was crying and struggling, and gagging on his cum.
Then another of the policemen went and sat on a cushion, and beckoned to her. Obediently, she started to get to his feet. He shook his head, and said “crawl”. He pulled out his penis, and lay there stoking it as she knelt and started to crawl towards him. All of the men could see my little naked daughter crawling towards the man. One of them stopped her and put his finger against her vagina and started to push. She gave a howl of anguish as he forced his thick finger into her, and she had to continue crawling as he fingered her. She was made to lick and suck him, and when he was ready he forced her head down on his cock and bucked his hips so that he came right in her mouth. When he released her, she sprang up, panicking, and gasping for air and crying uncontrollably. The next man slapped her hard, and made her crawl while he forced his finger into her bottom. Then she had to kneel and suck him while he played with her little breasts. After being made to suck another two men, she was forced to dance again, cum all over her pretty face and in her hair, and trickling down onto her breasts.
At last the men seemed to be satisfied. They allowed Jane to come over to me and I was able to cuddle her. We were made to suffer one last humiliation, as we both had to kneel while men masturbated over us, and several of them made Jane lie on her back with her legs wide apart while they came on her vagina. Then they took pictures of us.
One of the men told us to get dressed and they would take us back to the hotel. A while later we were dropped about a mile from the hotel, and left by the roadside, blindfold and scared, but relieved to have been released with our lives.
Did we go to the police to report the rapes. Not a chance. We were told that if we did, we would be arrested from something like drug smuggling, and both of us would be put in prison. And Turkish prisons are no place for a woman, and especially no place for a little girl I was told that she would undoubtedly be put in a mixed prison where she would be very popular. So we kept quiet about it. We both have nightmares, but they are fading now.
But I have vivid fantasies about gang rape, and seem to seek out the “wrong” type of men. And I hear rumours that Jane is very popular with the older boys at school.
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