Fourteen years, one month, sixteen days and three hours ago the worst two years of my life started. It was a beautiful night, April 9th, 1990. It was my 16th birthday, my friends and I went out to Lake Eufaula to celebrate. We cooked on a camp fire, swam in the lake and drank Southern Comfort for several hours. We all got very drunk and shouldn’t have been driving. A lot of my friends had plans to camp out all night at the lake however, my parents said I could not and needed to be home by 10pm. Time had escaped me and at 9:45 I realized what time it was. I jumped in the car and took off in a panic! For I knew it would take me at least 45 minutes to get home. Very drunk behind the wheel and only having my drivers license for half a day, I drove very slow and concentrated heavily on staying on the road, I began to realize the steering was becoming harder to handle and I was hearing a clunking noise, freaked out, I decided to pull to the side of the dark dirt road to see what the problem was. As I was trying to examine the tires in the pitch dark, I heard another car coming closer. I thought to myself, thank you mother earth, one of my friends decided to go home! As the car approached I realized it wasn’t a friend at all, but the car stopped, this old man that looked to be in his mid 60’s stopped, noticed I had a flat tire and offered to give me a ride home. I was drunk, tired and had no clue what else to do so I locked up the car and willingly got into his car with him. I felt relieved to get a ride home and also have an excuse for being late. Now I won’t be grounded! I remember telling him thank you and gave him my name. I guess the Southern Comfort got the best of me because the next thing I remember is waking up lying on a wet, cold concrete floor, nude with a chain and lock on my left leg. So many thoughts began to run through my head, I thought I must be having a bad dream so I laid my head back down closed my eyes. The thoughts wouldn’t go away, I kept thinking I really feel like I am awake this isn’t a dream is it? I thought go ahead pinch yourself, if your dreaming that will wake you up! I took my left hand reached over to my right breast thinking I should pinch something that is sensitive, I took my nipple between my index finger and thumb fingers and as forceful as I possible pinched, I let out a scream feeling the pain shoot through my breast. It was at that point I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I raised up looking around, chills went up and down my spine. The room had nothing but concrete. The walls the floor and even the door was concrete. I’ve never been a religious person but I convinced myself I must have killed myself driving drunk and that I was in hell. A little night light plugged in was the only light I had. In one corner was a little foam bed on the floor, in the other corner was a portable potty and that was it. The chain on my leg was long enough that I could move freely in the room. I walked around in a haze wondering what the fuck had happened to me. I must have walked around that room for several hours, as I walked and talked to myself, what happened? What did I do? I began to call myself stupid, I slapped myself in the face a few times because the memory of me getting in a car with an old fuck came to my mind. I finally came out of my confused state of mind to a pissed off state of mind. I ran to the concrete door cussing up a storm I pushed, kicked and punched the concrete door until my hands, knees, and feet were bleeding and raw. After giving up I curled up in a ball in a corner of the room then finally that old fuck opened the concrete door, He walked in nude and his dick was standing at attention. As he came closer to me I began punching and kicking him, he fought me until finally he had my arms and legs chained down. He climbed on top of me, pushed my legs apart and began sucking my breast. I laid there helplessly crying. He moved from my breast, climbed between my legs, the sick bastard stuck his nose between my pussy lips and started fucking my pussy with it. I began to cry more and screaming to him to please kill me but don’t rape me, I was a virgin and wanted to save it for my first love. He must have banged me with is nose for only a couple of minutes however it felt like hours. He then moved up and laid beside me, whispering in my ear how my pussy smells so good and how he is going to ram his hard throbbing cock into it. He laid there beside me whispering sick things to me as he masturbated. Eventually he climbed on top of me, he looked into my eyes then I began spitting in his face. It pissed him off so he took some cloth thing and wrapped it around my face only leaving my eyes uncovered. He then unchained one of my legs spread it further apart from my other leg and chained it once again. He then spread my pussy lips apart shoved two fingers into me and began finger fucking me. He kept saying over and over, “oh man, baby, you have a tight pussy, damn that is going to make my dick feel so good”. He then noticed he had popped my cherry with his fingers so he licked the blood off them! He licked my pussy then jumped on top of me and rammed his dick inside me, ram, ram, ram, he finally had his complete cock in me. Over and over he rammed me harder and harder, I just laid there and cried, after what seemed like a life time I felt his warm juice shooting up inside me. . He left me chained, leaving the room and locking the door behind him. I must have been chained with my legs spread apart and my arms above my head for 12 or more hours. He finally came back, unchained everything but the chain on my left leg. Where he forced me to use the portable potty and he feed me a PB and J sandwich. He also showed me a police badge and said he arrested me for being a bad girl, drinking and driving. He said my family thinks I was kidnapped and he made me write them a letter. I was to tell them I ran off to put myself in a drug rehab and that I was fine and would be home when I was fully recovered. After I wrote the letter he again left me for several hours. When he came back he was there to rape me again! I fought with him again and of course he won. After several weeks of the same thing happening of him raping me and me fighting I realized that me fighting him wasn’t working and I’d better come up with a better plan.
The very next day when he came into the dungeon to feed me my daily feeding of PB and J and a glass of water I started a very friendly conversation with him. I asked him what I should call him and he said “papa”. I walked over to him wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, “Papa, the first night you made love to me I begged you not to because I was saving my virginity for my first love, now I realize that my virginity was taken from my first love”. I kissed him, which we had never done before, if felt very strange but I got the hang of it pretty fast. I finally pulled away from him, my mind racing with so many hateful thoughts, I managed to continue to pretend that I’d fallen in love with him. I looked into his eyes and said with tears, “oh Papa, I love you so very much, I enjoy every moment we spend together!” I again kissed him deeply and passionately. I moaned as we kissed and told him over and over again that I loved him. He seemed to be in a state of shock, and walked out the door locking it behind him like always.
That night when he came in to do his nightly rape, I said, “Papa, teach me more on how to please you, I love you Papa, please show me how I can give you more pleasure?” That night he ignored me, as he reamed me hard and fierce like he’d done every night but this night the only difference I seen was that he left only my left leg chained. For several weeks the same thing would happen, I’d kiss him, tell him I loved him and willingly laid down for him to rape me. At feeding time he also was spending more time with me each day. I was feeling frustrated that I wasn’t getting further with him on gaining my trust, but finally one night when he came in to rape me, he spent more time fucking me not so roughly, he also for the first time during his rape session kissed me and told me he loved. I clinched deep inside every time he touched me, I hated him and wanted to cut his penis off and make him eat it. I’ve never felt so much hate and anger in my whole life, and I was amazed at myself on how well I was able to hold it in and not show that sick bastard how I really felt about him. That very night when he kissed me and said to me he loved me, I cried. He asked why and I told him how I’ve been waiting so long for this moment. But the truth of the matter was for the first time I felt as though I was getting more control of the satiation As months went by he started telling me how to “make love” to him so he could enjoy it more. I finally had him where, he’d unchain me so I could be in different positions and I was performing oral sex on that sick bastard. I hated being his sex slave but I knew this was my only way to get out of this hell. One night, as he was doing one of his favorite things, fucking me with his nose, I said to him “Papa, I’ve not got to take a shower for ages, I’d smell and taste so much better if you’d allow me to take a shower. He ignored my request once again.
Everyday, at feeding time we’d kiss and exchange words of “love”. Every night it got a little easier dealing with the rape sessions. He’d eventually everyday at feeding time tell me what position he’d be fucking me in that night. He also started bringing in sex toys. One night he’d even brought in a male plastic blowup doll, he made me climb on top of it and fuck it as he was performing anal sex on me. After months of this he apparently had gained my trust up enough to allow me to shower. He’d chain me to his leg so I couldn’t take off and every other day I’d be blind folded, lead into the bathroom where he’d watch me shower. I loved being able to take a shower but mostly I enjoyed getting out of that dungeon. One shower day I begged to be able to take a bath instead of a shower, oh he allowed me to do that but only with him joining me. Fine, I let him, I just wanted to stay out of that dungeon as much as possible. As months passed by I was allowed to come out of the dungeon, always chained to his leg of course, we’d eat together or watch TV together. As more time passed he began letting me out of the dungeon longer and longer until finally, we slept, showered, ate and everything else together. He only locked me in that dungeon when he had to go to town. That man was a complete sex maniac, he raped me every night. Never did he miss a night.
One day he’d locked me in the dungeon, but when he came home he brought me a few pairs of clothing! Wow, what a concept! I’d never dreamed in my whole life that I’d get so excited over a pair of used clothes. As he continued to gain my trust and really believe that I was in love with him, he started unchaining me. I could finally move around freely.
One morning he told me he need to go to town and cash in some soda pop cans and get some dog food. I looked into his eyes and said, “Oh Papa, I’d love so much to go with you, I just can’t stand one minute without having you by my side.” “Papa, I love you so very much. Please, Please, Please let me go with you!” To my amazement he let me! While he returned cans, I stayed up by the front desk. When he wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing I asked the lady at the front desk in a whisper to use the phone, I called my aunt Kelly up, for I knew she had caller ID when I had disappeared and hoped she still did. I told her I had been kidnapped and that he was a rapist, then I hung up in fright that I’d be caught by “Papa”. A few seconds later Papa was back at the front desk and said, “Okay kido”, lets go to Bill’s Feed Store so we can get that dog some food”. We left the recycle center and arrived at the feed store. The next thing I know the police surrounded us. Papa was arrested! That faithful day I was finally freed from the hell!
Come to find out I had been missing for a little over 2 years. That old bastard had raped me every night for two years, one month and three days. That is 763 days! His real name is Richard Cook, he was 67 years old when he began raping me! He’d been taking Viagra every night! He also is a millionaire, he had assets worth 27 million dollars. At his judgment he was given 20 years to life in prison, and I was given his 27 million dollars. I am a very wealthy lady but nothing can buy my virginity back and no amount of counseling has helped me trust men.
14 years later and I have still have never had a relationship, I don’t believe I will ever be able to have sex. The thought of sex makes me sick to my stomach and the many nights of hell floods back to me. However, today I feel like the luckiest riches lady alive. I was notified today that Richard Cook passed away in prison a few hours ago.