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Annie hated this part of her job, when she had to make home calls in these rough areas. She was a nurse and worked at a private clinic in a quiet, suburban area. But she was also a volunteer at one of the shelters for abused women and children kept by a philanthropic organization run by her father. And some times, she needed to check on some of the kids they placed at midway homes. And this was one of those times.

It was still daylight, but it would be dusk by the time she left the home. She found the place, hurried a bit through the visit and left. The streetlights were on, and taking a deep breath, she headed to her car, the car keys in her hands. She was about to open the door, when she saw three young men walking in her direction. She could barely see their faces, they were wearing windbreakers with the hoods over their heads. Her hands began to tremble, she tried to open the door, the keys slipped from her hands and fell on the ground. She bent down, her hands blindly searching for the keys that had fallen under the car.

"Any problems, lady? Can we help you?"

She couldn't see their eyes properly, they were half hidden by the hoods. One of them had a thin moustache, dark skin and very white teeth. The other two were beardless and fair skinned. The one with the moustache was the one talking.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Just getting in my car to go home."

"Why the rush, ma'am?" "I still have to see another patient on my way home."

And slowly she fit the keys on the door, trying to open it. She figured that if she could get the door opened, she would get in quickly and lock herself in before they got nearer. She had just unlocked the door and was about to open it, when the men with the moustache leaped in front of her, placing his hand on the door and forcing it closed.

It was a kitchen knife, long and thin shaped, the blade shinning under the streetlight, and she could not take her eyes from it.

Annie froze, her mouth opened, gaping for air. She sized the men, they were not big or heavily built, but they were three and had a knife. Her mind rushing, trying to keep her cool, she looked to the man and said: -

She felt she would not win them over with words. And tried a last and desperate move. The other two were still a bit far away, so she gave this man a shove and ran. But she underestimated his power of recovery. She had barely run a few yards, when she was punched on the back and thrown to the floor. Instinctively she threw her hands in front of her so she wouldn't fall face flat on the ground. She felt her knees banging the pavement, her bare elbows scrapping the cement, but she managed to clear her face from hitting it. And she felt the weight of the man on her back, pressing her more to the ground.

He got up, and pulling her by her hair, he dragged her to where the other two men were.

"Let's go. Got something to blindfold her?" he asked them.

And one of them drew down his hood and took a red and white striped bandana from his head, immediately pulling the hood back on. And for a split second, she saw his face. His hair was light brown, bushy, falling over his forehead. His eyes were brown and small, and he had a piercing on his left eyebrow. The man with the moustache put the bandana over her eyes and tied it tightly, pulling some strands of hair in the knot. Annie clenched her teeth from the pain, but did not utter a word.

She felt someone pulling her by the arm, and taking her through the parking lot. It seemed like they were taking her in the direction of an empty warehouse, far from the house she had just been to. They were walking fast and she feared she would trip and fall. After a couple of minutes, they stopped and she could hear them opening a sliding door. Someone gave her a shove, and she almost fell. Pulling herself up straight, she walked into the warehouse. The stench of garbage, urine and excrement was overwhelming. She stopped for a moment and took in small breaths to get used to the stench. She felt someone poking her on the back, forcing her to continue walking.

It was the man with the moustache, she would never forget this voice. With his hand on her back, he guided her through the warehouse. After a couple of minutes, grabbing her by the hair, he made her stop. Annie felt her foot hit something.

And she was forced onto something that felt like a mattress. She could feel the dust on her hands and the strong smell of urine. Again, she took small breaths through her mouth to get used to the stench. And silently, she said a prayer. She knew her ordeal was about to begin.

She felt hands grabbing her blouse and ripping it open. Instinctively she tried preventing it, grabbing the hands that were tearing her blouse. The reaction was instantaneous, the man slapped her across the cheek.

Annie's cheek burnt from the slap. She bit her lips, holding back the tears. She could sense that this man, the only one that so far had spoken to her, would do anything to get what he was after.

Annie felt the cold blade of the knife on her skin. She shivered. The man drew the blade under her bra, and in one movement, ripped it open in the middle. Instinctively, she pulled her hands over her breasts. And once more, she was slapped on the cheek.

Swiftly, Annie pulled her arms down, bracing the sides of he body, her hands clenching the mattress. The man began fondling her breasts. His hands were coarse, his touch was rough and made her shiver. He grabbed her left breast fully in his hand, squeezing it, just the nipple left untouched. With his other hand, he slapped the nipple a couple of times, and pinched it with force. The pain was almost unbearable. And he did the same to her right breast.

Annie felt the presence of one of the other men. She did not know which one, but she could smell a light scent of musk. She felt another hand on her breasts, this one not as coarse as the man with the moustache. Then she felt his mouth on her breast, his lips moist and his tongue warm. He sucked on her breast, first gently, as if he was trying to feel the taste of her skin, then with force. He bit her nipples, and she moaned from the pain. And she heard his voice for the first time.

Mistaking her pain for pleasure, he closed his mouth on her breast, sucking and biting, while his hand grabbed the other breast and squeezed it, the tips of his fingers pinching her nipple. She could feel his hair on her chin, he must have taken the windbreaker off. Her hands clenching the mattress, she moved her face away from the man's head.

She felt hands on the waistband of her skirt, ripping off the button and pulling down the zipper. Her skirt was pulled down to the middle of her thighs.

Annie had on a pair of light brown panty hose over her white-laced panties.

"Gimme the knife."

And he grabbed the waistband of her panty hose and tore it with the knife. He ripped the upper part of her panty hose, exposing her panties. She felt his hand caressing them, and immediately pulled her knees up. And the reaction was instantaneous. Her thigh burnt from the slap.

She had no idea, which of the other two men this was, but this voice was surely a lot angrier and harsher than the other two. And Annie tried to keep as still as possible while this man caressed her over her panties at first, and then slid his fingers under them and began pulling her pubic hair and trying to reach the entrance to her cunt. But her skirt was still drawn to the middle of her thighs and her legs were tight together. He grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and pulled it with force. Annie screamed.

When this man had first ripped the button of her skirt, the other man that was sucking at her breasts had moved away. But she could now feel him on them again. And, as if influenced by the other man's violence, he squeezed and bit her breasts a lot harder. The pain was almost unbearable, and Annie bit her lips with force, almost drawing blood from them. To her surprise, this switched her mind off the pain the man was causing her. And at that moment, she knew she had found a way of maybe getting out of this whole ordeal alive and sane.

Hands grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, bringing the remains of the panty hose and her skirt with them. Her shoes were taken off and she was now completely naked on the mattress. She heard sounds of zippers being opened and clothes being taken off.

It was the voice of the man with the moustache.

"I'll help", said the other man with the angry voice. Hands held her knees up and wide open. Another hand began fondling her cunt, fingers probing in and out. They were coarse, and she could feel her skin prickling and burning from the contact. Her hands clenching the mattress, she bit her lips.

And he entered her with force, almost tearing the walls of her vagina. She bit her lips with more force. And let her mind drift away from that filthy warehouse and that man forcing his way into her, pulling and pushing, back and forth, his hands grabbing her thighs, her buttocks, moaning and yelling all sorts of abusive words. And only when she felt he was done, did she allow her mind to focus on what was happening around her.

"It's my turn now", said the man with the angry voice. Her cunt wet and forced open by the first man, was easily entered by this one. And since he did not find it tight and dry, he shifted his anger to her buttocks and thighs, slapping them constantly. Each slap was accompanied by a swear-word. She felt the taste of the blood from her lips. And again she was able to let her mind wander. She knew there was still a lot to come and feared for her sanity.

"I wanna have some fun too." She had only heard the third man's voice once before now. Somehow she felt that he was the one whose face she had seen at the parking lot. His voice was a bit softer than the other two men, but there was an edge of meanness to it.

Annie froze. She felt like her life was being drained out of her. She knew it was going to take more than just biting her lips to get out of this one.

Slowly, she pulled herself up, kneeling and placing her hands flat on the mattress. The shame of being exposed like this to these men was long gone. Now, it was the fear of what was about to happen that made her shiver almost uncontrollably. Hands grabbed her buttocks, pinching her flesh, making her moan with pain. And when she felt fingers opening her tight hole, she screamed.

Holding her by her waist, he forced his dick on her asshole. But this was one hole no man had ever entered, and it was tight and very dry.

And he forced her head on the mattress with on hand, the other one tight on the side of her hip. With her face on her hands, Annie waited. She heard the man spitting, and felt his wet hand on her hole.

And holding her tight by the hips, her forced himself into her. For a second, he couldn't manage to get through that tight ring, but he forced it again and entered with so much force, that Annie lost her breath. The pain was excruciating, it felt like a hot burning piece of metal was lacerating her flesh. Annie bit the knuckles of her fingers so hard, that they bled. And she forced her mind to a time when she was a little girl, running on the beach with the little puppy she had gotten has a birthday present from her mother.

She could see herself running towards the water, the puppy behind her, jumping and trying to bite her ankles. She could hear her laughter and his barking. She could see the waves breaking on the sand, the seagulls flying low and a small sailing boat on the horizon. She could feel the heat of the sun on her skin. And far away, as if in a dream, she could feel that man pumping her ass, in and out, slapping her buttocks and her thighs. She could feel he was taking great pleasure in sodomizing her from the meanness and the brutality of his words and slaps. She focused on that picture of her running on the beach, and bit her knuckles even more.

And when that man was over, the other two took turns "having fun with this nice ass" as they were constantly saying. When they were all done, one of them gave her a strong shove, making her fall on her side on the mattress. She drew her knees close to her tummy, her hands covering her face, and stayed there, in that semi-fetal position, praying for them to leave. But they weren't finished, not just yet. Someone grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to turn face up, slapped her on the face and said:

She heard strange sounds, that she could not recognize. And moments later she felt a hot and strong scented stream of urine hitting her face. She moved her face away from it, but not before some of the urine hit her nostrils and her mouth. And while she heard this man's mean laughter, she felt another hot stream on her breasts. But this was not urine, one them had masturbated and thrown his hot sperm all over her. Annie drew her arms tight to the sides of her body, clenching the mattress. And suddenly someone held her head, forcing her to turn her face up.

He held her head tight, she could not move. Sensing what was about to happen, she closed her mouth, pressing her lips tight one on the other. And seconds later she felt the spurt of sperm hitting her face. It hit her lips, her cheeks and her nose. The smell was nauseating, and when she tried to breathe, she inhaled some of it. It went straight down her nostrils, making her choke and open her mouth, attempting to breathe. And some more of it went straight down her throat. She had no other alternative than to swallow it in order to breathe. The taste and the slimy consistency of the sperm almost made her vomit. But she was not going to give them this satisfaction, and she forced herself to swallow it all, shivering with disgust.

And she felt a hand running through her face softly and then slapping her cheek. Her eyes filled with tears, but she did not utter a word.

Again the man with the moustache giving the orders. And after a couple of minutes, she heard them dragging their feet through the warehouse, walking in the direction of the door. In the distance, she heard the sliding door being opened and closed.

Slowly Annie took the bandana off her eyes. The warehouse was dark, with some rays of light coming through the broken windows. She sat on the mattress, and wiped her face with the bandana. She saw her blouse, skirt, shoes and the remains of her panty hose on the floor. Her bra and panties were not in sight. Her body aching, she pulled herself up and started dressing. She bundled the bandana in the pocket of her skirt. And one step at a time, she walked through the warehouse and out.

The moon looked like a shinning silver coin perched on the dark sky. A light breeze hit Annie's face, making her tremble with cold. She braced herself, and walked to her car. The keys were still on the door, her purse thrown on the ground. She got in the car and locked the door. She sat for some moments, gathering her thoughts. She decided to go to Helen's house. Helen had been her friend since high school, and they had gone through Nursing School together. She lived alone and Annie knew she could help her. She drove slowly, and in 30 minutes was parked in Helen's driveway. It was almost midnight, and there was light coming from Helen's bedroom upstairs. She knocked on the door and waited for some minutes. She could hear Helen's footsteps coming down the stairs.

Helen was visibly shocked with Annie's appearance, but she held her in her arms and took her to the living room without saying a word. They sat on the sofa, and Helen waited for Annie to talk. Calmly and emotionless, Annie told her the whole story. And at the end, she asked Helen to help her gather samples for testing and give her a full check-up for any abrasions or cuts. Helen knew Annie was in shock, but she did as asked. Together they got samples of the men's sperm and urine and of any other tissue or skin that could lead to discovering their identities. She cleaned Annie's cuts and bruises. She offered her a tranquilizer but Annie refused. She offered her guestroom, but Annie said she was going home. She offered to go with her, but Annie replied that she wanted to be alone. Helen was worried, but she had known Annie for a very long time, and knew she was a strong willed woman. She led Annie to the door, and said she could call her at any time. Annie hugged her strong, thanked her and left.

She got home and immediately placed the bag with the samples in the refrigerator. She would not be able to get to them soon, and did not want to lose them. She went into her bedroom, took off her clothes and placed them in a shopping bag, not forgetting the bandana in her pocket. She got into the shower, the water steaming hot, and washed herself thoroughly, scrubbing her skin till it turned pink. Then she filled her bathtub with hot water and some soothing oil. She got into it, the water covering her body to her neck. Her head resting on the rim of the tub, she closed her eyes.

And only then did she allow herself those tears she had been holding back for so long. She wept for a long time. She went through the whole ordeal, remembering every second of it, every detail. She decided she was not going to report it, she knew she had very little to go by, and the police wouldn't go through great efforts to find those men, rapes happened frequently in that part of town. She was going to make them pay for the humiliation, the pain and the despair they had put her through. But vengeance was a dish best eaten cold, and she had all the time in the world to get to them.