I was at my uncles house. He was sweet but always let me sneak out. I was finally 18 and old enough to do as I pleased, but the fun of sneaking out and him noticing was fun for me.

It was a Saturday night, and the nightlife was terrific in Vegas when I visited him. So I hit the strip and looked to see what trouble I could find. Alone and unafraid, feeling sexy and confident. I was always a pretty popular girl. I could alway bend any situation to what I wanted with a few batted eyes.

I saw a crowd of guys in fantastic shape coming from a club in a casino near Fremont Street. As I got closer, they had a sweat bead on their muscular chest I would have wanted to lick off. They were musky, but that sexy musk. I smiled and noticed how much older they all were. They stopped like most men around me.

They started very everyday conversations, just wanting to get the basics from me, such as where I am from, what I am doing, and what hobbies I have. I bit my lip and answered. I noticed how large their group was. There were five, it seemed, at first, but as the conversation continued, I saw it was about nine.

They asked me to grab a drink, and I told them my age. They said it was no issue and asked if I would go to their room to drink. There were no cops there, the main guy responded.

Again, I always felt my beauty dominated most men, and I could put myself in situations of higher risk and control the situation. I went to their hotel room and had a few drinks, and the main guy I was talking to began to undress. With each sip, an item of clothing came off: first his jewelry, then his shirt, shoes, socks, and finally his pants.

No one else was undressing, so I did not feel uncomfortable. I allowed him to take a few things of mine off as he flirted with me. First, my shoes, headband, and then slipped off my dress (He did it very smoothly in a single motion). As I sat there, him naked and me in my underwear, the drinks and conversations continued, so again, I still felt comfortable.

Then he took me. Picked me up, hard dick brushing my leg as he flung me over his shoulder. He asked if he could fuck me, I agreed, and then it took a turn.

He was pure muscle, very attractive, and in his mid-30s. I wanted him, and I felt a shift in the dynamic. I wanted to impress and please him. He asked if he could use his ropes on me (why did he have ropes in a hotel full of men? I have no idea). But again, it was just us with an audience that seemed tame, so I again agreed.

As he laid me down, weaving this rope around my hot and horny body, I felt nervousness I had never before experienced. With each section of rope being laid down against my body, anticipation grew, and excitement exploded in my mind.

uncle's

Then, after I was secure and unable to move and in the most vulnerable state I had ever been in, it began. He started to violently use me, each hole, his restraint and charm all gone. His dominance was brutally displayed along my body. Then I felt someone else, and another, and another.

I have no idea how many hours I was tied up. But I felt every one of the 9 finishes in me and in different holes at least 3 times each. My curiosity got me into a sexual position I did not want or think possible. But now, it is the only sex I seek.

Did they unlock something that was already inside of me? Or has my trauma shaped me forever?