He Wanted to Share Me Pt. 01

He wanted to share me p1

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Author's Notes: There is no underage sex, and if there is any resemblance to people alive or dead, it is a matter of coincidence. Special thanks to my editor, Challenger69. Lastly there is no Artificial Intelligence (AI) used in the writing of this story or any of my stories.

My name is Kari Dahl. According to Ancestry dot com I am eighty percent Norwegian and twenty percent Icelandic. My ex-partner/boyfriend was a commercial fisherman and he always wanted to know if I was related to porn star Siri Dahl which is a made up name. Which of course we had to watch her porn movies and then he subscribed to her OnlyFans page and she's a freak, self-described as a queer girl, but in a long term relationship with guy which I asked him to explain to me.

I sort of got sick of watching porn and would go out and sit on the couch and watch Netflix. I did have a crush on Keira Knightley and Anne Hathaway. Not like I was queer myself, but the thought of kissing either of them seemed perfect.

I fell in love with Anders Swenstrom when we were in high school attending Ballard High School. He was on the basketball team and was six foot four and ripped and a regular nice guy. His dad Jürgen owned quite a few boats, long line trawlers some were home ported at fisherman's wharf, just west of the Ballard Bridge and others up in Sitka, Alaska.

I work for Larsen's Bakery which is located on twenty fourth northwest at eightieth in North Ballard. I lived with my mama Marit Dahl in a small home on third northwest between sixtieth and sixty first. My parents never married and he was killed in a training accident at El Toro Marine base when I was two. Both mama and I have red hair, she's five foot nine and I'm five foot seven. She is voluptuous and I'm not, long legs a tight ass and small titties, A-Cup. We went to Ballard Lutheran not real regular, once a month maybe more at Christmas time.

Anders lived in a small house on fourteenth northwest that Jürgen owned.

I started at Larsen's working the counter when I was fifteen and now at the age of twenty three I was the lead baker. No formal schooling but the Larsen family liked me and I was really good at it. We did wedding cakes as well as regular cakes and pastries and I loved working there. Everyone knew all the gossip in the community and they'd come there to catch up with some coffee and pastry.

About a year ago I found out from some of the gossip that Anders had a girlfriend in Sitka and had that girlfriend for some time because they had two year old boy. As you might imagine I was crushed.

All the bakers and counter staff heard it and I was mortified, grieving, furious you name it I felt it. My boss sent me home. Instead of going there I went to Anders, I had a key and I had clothes and shoes and got some garbage bags and filled them up then shredded all the pictures of us and wrote on every mirror with my lipstick, 'if you come near me I'll cut you.'

I'd not seen him in six months and I saw him before he saw me at a party at a home above Golden Gardens. I slid into the kitchen and out the back door and was walking down the alley towards where I parked my 2002 Isuzu Trooper. My Uncle Teodor (Ted) owned four of the Troopers going back to the 1990 his favorite. He would buy them for nothing and rebuild them and sell them.

I loved driving it, I'd even bought a car seat, when the shit happened.

Then he was grabbing my arm and trying to kiss me and he said, "I'm so sorry Kari."

I said, "Get the fuck off of me, you lying cheater."

There were three guys there, I'd seen two of them, they worked for Jürgen and they were in their thirties. One of them grabbed my face forcing my mouth open and poured something in my mouth like vodka but it had a licorice taste and as best as I can remember I was completely out of it.

I knew what was happening and it felt incredible, the three older guys were fucking me at the same time. One was underneath me, one behind me and the third was in my mouth. I had never had anal sex before and when one of the guys was there another was in my vagina and I had a lot of orgasms and then I passed out or fell asleep I'm not sure. When I woke up in the morning I was in bed with two of them. Somehow and I do not remember when this happened but we were in Anders home. I had to pee so bad and I carefully extricated myself from them and went into the small bathroom off the bedroom and was doing my business when the third guy came into the bathroom and we showered together and I had some more of the weird Vodka and away we went. Later that night two other guys took over for the mystery guy and one of Jürgen's workers. They were both employed by Jürgen as well.

I woke up Monday morning alone. Carefully, I listened for noises to make sure I was alone. I got up and peed, looking at the sheets at some point I peed the bed. My clothes were all gone. My smart phone was gone. I walked out into the hall that led to both the kitchen or the living room and I went into the kitchen and my clothes were folded up on the counter with my phone. I'd lost my purse somewhere.

My phone was about twenty percent charged up. I opened it up and went right to the camera app. There were a bunch of videos of me being fucked, photos as well. There was a group text called 'Karis Friends' and every one of my contacts plus numbers I did not recognize were on it.

I dialed 9-1-1 and they asked me why and I said, "I've been raped for three days and I am pretty sure I was drugged, I'm at my ex-boyfriend's house," and I gave them the address.

When I looked in the mirror I had crusted semen in my hair, eyebrows, eye lashes and all over my chest and stomach. Since I broke up from Anders I had not shaved my pubic hair nor my legs or underarms. I did not want to mess with evidence. I unlocked the front door and opened it slightly and leaned against the wall.

There were two policemen and the paramedics were there several minutes later. The cops asked me what happened.

I said, "This house belongs to my ex-boyfriend's dad. My ex-boyfriend kidnapped me from a party at a home above Golden Gardens. We broke up six months ago because he was a son with a woman in Sitka, his name is Anders Swenstrom. There were three of them in an alley and they forced me to drink this weird vodka that tasted like licorice but there was something in it. To the best of my memory until I woke up this morning there were maybe eight men who fucked me, not including Anders, my ass is on fire, burning I think I'm bleeding. Most of them work for his father Jürgen Swenstrom who has a fleet of boats between here and Sitka."

"I work for Larsen's Bakery which is located on twenty fourth northwest at eightieth in North Ballard. I'm the lead pastry chef and I'm supposed to be at work. My name is Kari Dahl. On my phone they created a group text called 'Karis Friends' and they sent it to every contact in my phone, plus other numbers I did not recognize."

The older cop asked me, "Have you done this before?"

Instant rage ran through me, "I had only ever been with one man. I fell in love with Anders when we were in high school, then the fuck cheated on me and has a kid in Sitka. Does seeing me covered in semen turn you on officer Jones, you motherfucking pervert? Hey officer Swanson, does he like to perv on younger women, does his wife know? Who the fuck do you think you are asking me that fucking question you sick motherfucker you going to send yourself copies of me being raped?"

It took me longer to type that, than it did to say it.

Officer Swanson said to the asshole, "Go outside Sergeant."

The female paramedic immediately said, "Miss I recorded that," then to the cops, "I'm calling you on this shit, Swanson, we've worked before you need to call a supervisor everyone knows about Jones, she's going to Harborview now. I'm reporting this up through my command structure," she grabbed my phone and the clothes and said, "there is semen all over this we will preserve DNA. Ma'am can you get on the gurney."

I nodded yes and did so and I was in the back of the ambulance and I lost it bawling as the sirens cut on.

I was at Harborview in ten minutes and in the emergency room and they intubated me and I had my first introduction to morphine and I realized how people got addicted as every square inch of me felt joy and then I was out.

I had surgery on my anus and my vagina which were both torn. I woke to Mama looking so sad, her eyes red from tears and said, "Hey Mama, I'm going to be okay."

She crawled into bed with me and held me, rocking me and I started crying again and she shushed me and said, "I got you girl."

I was in the hospital for four days. I met with two groups of Detectives from the Seattle Police. The first two asked me where the party was and I was able to get them a description, the house was near Christmas Tree Lane, maybe thirty eighth northwest and they left. The second detectives both women recorded me and walked me through the whole thing, they'd been able to focus on the unknown phone numbers and they all worked for Jürgen Swenstrom. Anders was arrested in Sitka and apparently there were not eight guys but twelve and some were arrested here in Ballard and the rest in Sitka.

Jürgen Swenstrom showed up on day three with flowers and Mama was there. The women detectives put him in handcuffs and took him away. I did not know this, but apparently he had supplied the drugs Rohypnol (Roofies) and Ketamine (Special K) to Anders.

Harborview had a trauma counselor a nice, kind older woman and we talked and she asked me questions about what I remembered and I asked her if the drugs were going to do me harm and she said that all the sampling necessary was done pre-surgery because of the fluids that were given me prior to the surgery. She went on and said, "I cannot be your therapist, but I can give you a recommendation for a great therapist, she's a psychiatrist and her name is Barbara Fisher. I'll put her card right here."

Because of Jürgen's event in the morning, I stayed an extra day.

Mama brought me home and my Trooper was parked in the driveway. I said, "How did that get here?"

"I'm not sure," she said, "But Sandi Jensen saw the guy who brought it here and stuck the keys through the old mail slot in the door and her description sounds like it was Anders."

"I do not get it, I never did anything to any of them father or son and they did this to me."

She said, "Well his mom is a complete slut, she's fucked most of the men in the Ballard Elks as well as a lot of their sons."

I said, "She hated me, she took me shopping to fucking Victoria's Secrets and wanted to buy me all this shit, crotchless panties you name it. I told her I had to find a restroom and caught an Uber home. Before I broke up with Anders he was watching more and more porn in our bedroom, showing me videos of women being gangbanged or his favorite was watching women being fucked by bullies. Totally sick."

She responded and said, "When you were little and do not hate me for this, I was a content creator on OnlyFans. It's how I bought us a home. I have not done anything like that since after COVID."

I said, "2021?"

"Where did you do it?"

"You remember that rental home out past the zoo off of Greenwood?"

I nodded yes.

"It did not take much, three smart phones and camera stands, some reflective panels and someone to fuck," she chuckled.

"Anyone I know?"

"Yes, Aunt Christine."

"She's not really my aunt is she?"

"Well on your dad's side she is, his first cousin."

"I don't mean to sound icky, but are you a lesbian?"

She said, "The only man I ever slept with was your dad and I dearly loved him. Christine and I had been together for several years and I met your dad at their parents Thanksgiving once and I fell for him."

I said, "Alrighty then."

"You don't hate me then do you?"

"Mama you are my everything, I could never hate you."

She said, "It's safer with women, than men."

I said, "The thought of another person touching me disgusts me, I've been thinking of joining the Carmelite Cluster here in Ballard, you know Catholic nuns, and praying for women all over the world that have been what I've been through."

She looked at me several times while she was driving and left me alone.

I started counseling the following week with Barbara Fisher. She was in her seventies. Mostly she got me to talk about me, growing up, who were my friends, what it was like in a home with a single mother.

I told her about mom and OnlyFans and she chuckled and said, "I will not give you names, but I have had maybe thirty clients who were either content creators or the soon to be divorced spouse of a content creator. Having your spouse fuck someone else, man or woman, falls on deaf ears when the content creator is shrieking in orgasms and then says, it's okay honey, it's just work."

That made me laugh and I said, "I was drugged, roofies and ketamine and I did have a lot of orgasms, but I also ended up with surgery on my anus and vagina."

She then said, "Do you have dreams about it."

"I do and they're nightmares and I wake up and masturbate."

"That's normal and healthy."

"I'm not sure what normal is. As I sit here, the thought of somebody touching me disgusts me. I told my Mama that I wanted to join the Carmelite Cluster in Ballard so that I could pray for other victims."

Mrs. Fisher said, "If you want to do that, I can make an introduction. They do take non-Catholic women but you would have to convert."

"Could I talk to someone? I have several different trials I have to participate in. One of the prosecuting attorneys told me that I'm going to be on trial, that the defense attorneys will assert that I had a rape fantasy and asked for it. They used my smartphone to shoot videos and pictures of me and sent them to every contact in my phone and to themselves as well."

"Perhaps after I testify, okay?"

Anders had accepted a deal through the King County Prosecutors and was sentenced to ten years and sent to the Shelton petitionary.

The country prosecutor met me with Mama and Mrs. Fisher. She was a woman in her mid-thirties. She said, "Mr. Swenstrom and his attorney have proposed a deal, but it would be helped if you could testify as to what happened."

I said, "Would there be people there?"

She nodded yes and I hugged myself and said something stupid, "But they'll see me and they'll make it seem like it's my fault, I know they will won't they Mama."

Mrs. Fisher later told me, "You started keening and hugged yourself and fell off the couch. Do you remember that?"

"I do not."

She said, "Do you want to hear it? I recorded it."

"Please don't. Stop now."

She did.

A week later the prosecutor met with us again and she said, "I went to the Mr. Swenstrom's attorney and said, I just watched this young woman completely collapse from the sheer terror of what your client and his employees did to her. I am not putting her on the stand. But make no mistake: I don't need her. I have the son's confession, the toxicological reports, the medical evidence from Harborview, and my own detectives who arrested the father in her hospital room. If your client doesn't sign a guilty plea for the maximum standard range right now, I will take this to a jury, show them what he did, and ask for an exceptional sentence of life without parole."

She asked me to write a note describing what happened to me and it took me the better part of two days on my laptop to write it, but I did and emailed it to her.

Two weeks later we met and she told me it was over. All twelve rapists plus Jürgen Swenstrom had long term sentences in solitary confinement at Clallam Bay State Penitentiary.