Two years of night school & weekend classes and I finally nailed my real estate license. I was so excited to get into the field, I took the first job that was offered to me. I couldn't see that being the only woman in the office would lead to trouble - and I sure had no idea how much. When it came time for me to get my first listing, the guys were SO nice, giving me the chance to sell this "great office space". I took the address and ran off to see the property. Imagine y shock when I found this rundown DUMP, in a neighborhood even the bums wouldn't live in. as I looked around I found sunken floors, rotting ceilings and a bunch of boxes with padding in them. Actually, it wasn't even padding, but small plastic bags filled with what looked like flour? Anyway, I was angry they had duped me and I called back to the office to give those creeps a piece of my mind. I never got to complete the all, because he grabbed me., I had no idea anyone was even around, let alone some maniac with a gun. He kept asking if I was a cop or "DEA"?? O tried to tell him it was a bad joke, but he wouldn't let me talk. He shoved the gun to my lips and when I tried to say something, he slipped the cold end of the weapon into my mouth. I froze - scared out of my mind. No matter how idiotic the guys in the office were, this was not part of their joke. The man kept asking med who I was, and I tried to answer but all that came out was "Gghhhl" as my tongue worked against the gun. He pulled the weapon out and jabbed it into my side, replacing it in my mouth with a wad of cloth. I tried to push it out, but he worked it quickly into my cheeks and. Another rag was wound over my lips, pushing the first one in farther. He tied it off in back of my head, tangling it painfully in my long hair. Pinning my arms with one hand and holding the gun with the other, he shoved me deeper into the building. We ended up in one of the smaller rooms in the back, with a piece of old carper covering the wooden floor and a very dirty mattress being the only furniture in sight. By this time, fear and frustration had taken their toll, I was crying like hell, but he could care less. Shoving my back to the mattress he ordered me to undress. I looked at him like he spoke another language, but a jab from the gun got me started unbuttoning my suit. Minutes later I was naked and sitting on the old rug as he tied me up like a package for mailing. at some point, I started choking from the blockage in my nose, and he removed the gag. Even with my mouth free, I made no sound. Maybe if I just sat there and was good, he'd go away? It was obvious he knew his ropes, as I was trussed into a position where the slightest move would topple me over to the floor. I sat still and even let me replace the gag. Maybe it was shock, or fear or just the realization I'd wandered into a worlds where girls like me were the property to me sold and that tied as I was, I had no power to negotiate anything.
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