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Thrusting into my face without an ounce of…

  No one would ever find this sexy, a girl, any girl with great globs of drool splashing, spilling down her chin, down her neck over her small uncovered bouncing breasts and burning chest.

  Not some girl, it’s me, it's happening to you, to me, shut up brain, I’m going to be sick, don’t be sick, please just turn off, off…. off!

  I’m alive!

  I couldn’t open my stinging eyes, I couldn’t breathe without swallowing spit, but I could survive tonight by not fighting or stopping him from getting what he wanted.

  I will survive.

  I’m not the first young girl to suck a gross older mans fuck stick, to do something with someone just to prevent…what?

  Just come, you sick fucking bastard and get it over with, please. Spurt your disgusting seed down my throat, or all over my face. Do it; I don’t care do it and leave you fucktard cunt, do it now!

  You didn’t have to be rough; I was willing to do it, I offered, why did I do that?

  If it weren’t for his massive hand holding me painfully up on my knees by the hair, I would be passed out and been a complete dribbling lifeless mess slumped down on the cold wooden floorboards below by now.

  Who is he?

  Why is he here?

  I thought I heard a burglar, maybe because dad’s car wasn’t in the driveway, perhaps because all the lights were off in the house. I want my mommy. No, I want my dad he would kick his evil butt to certain death for what he is doing to me.

  No, I don’t want anyone to come into my room, to ever see me like this, down on my knees like a worthless dog like this!

  He is shaking and grunting like a great big horrid hooded pig man-monster with both of his huge strong claw-like hands behind my scattered head holding it so tightly to his still thrusting foul smelling crotch with his bouncing cock tearing further into my desecrated gurgling throat.

  He is orgasming not in my mouth but so much deeper, straight into my throat, and my belly can’t help convulsing and forcing spew upward to flood out my flared squashed nostrils.

  The monster is laughing and grunting pushing it in and out faster, even as smelly orange vomit explodes from the edges of my mouth spraying over my cheeks and splashing over my exhausted wobbling exposed upper body.

  He has pulled his cock free and has hold of my hair as vomit spurt after repulsive spurt explodes from deep within my body spraying relentlessly over my belly and legs. Spew mixed with his sperm is fucking all over my breasts coming out of my mouth and nose.

  Burning and making me wish I were dead.

  Fucking DEAD!

  Why is he still holding my hair?

  Why is he dragging me towards my single bed?

  My knees can’t find traction sliding over the unholy mess of hot lump-filled vomit and urine before hitting the edge of the thick carpeted mat under my king sized single bed.

  He came, the monster orgasmed, I gave him head, let him fuck my face without even attempting to bite it, he doesn’t have to fuck me, oh dear lord no he can’t need more sex from me.

  No man could want more, spit, spew, and the slimy smells.

  No one, man or perverted creature could find this disgusting humiliation and mess sexy.

  “Please, please, I won’t tell anyone just leave, take what you want, just leave, I promise on my mother’s life I won’t tell a living soul ever, I just won’t, I promise.”

  He isn’t listening as my struggling clawing body is ruthlessly bent over the edge of the mattress too weak to fight with any real power and I can feel the soul-destroying roughness within him as my panties, and shredded nightie is entirely yanked free from my body. The hand on the back of my head is now around the back of my twisting neck holding my wet face to the bedspread.

  “Don’t, don’t, don’t, please” hissed through my teeth as the tip of his still hard slimy cock pushed against my dirty shithole. Why didn’t I do something to escape or fight when I had the chance, he is going to fuck my ass, give me some horrible disease, and probably kill me when he fills my wrong hole full of his endless vile sperm.

  Fucking cunt, you’ll get Life in prison for rape or murder!

  My parents will find my defiled corpse when they get home early Monday morning, naked, covered in piss, shit, and this beast’s incriminating sperm. My little brother will be the one people talk about that had an older sister that was raped and murdered on a weekend where she didn’t want to go to grandma’s boring as shit house in the country with them.

  Fuck why didn’t I want to go to grandmas?

  Why did I bitch and moan about being eighteen now and mature enough to be left home alone?

  Why did they cave in and agree that I was a trustworthy young adult!

  I want to go; I want to go.

  “Argh, fuck, please it hurts. No, no, no. It hurts!”

  Pain screeched through my lower back as he pressed that spit covered cock into my rectum stealing my every ridiculous thought as my eyes flung open and tears rolled down my slimy cheeks. My clenched muscle was no barrier to his hips pushing it deeper and deeper into my tearing unprepared ass. The explosions of blinding pain were worse than anything I could have imagined and nearly had me praying to God above for death with each new tearing sensation as he forced it in.

  He kept pushing until it was all the way in and he stopped moving altogether. Nothing should be stuck up in my ass ever, in a girl’s rectum and it burnt like the pits of hell as I could feel it’s every swelling twinge and excited bounce.

  His clamped hand left the back of my neck, but my convulsing stinging body pinned to the side of my bed didn’t move as I tried to calm my crippling breathing. The smell of sweat and my barf that coated my wet chest pressed against the bedcovers invaded my nostrils and made me cough and cough.

  “Good girl” cut through the smells, the pain, the confusion and pounding heartbeat of my body, stopping me from blacking out completely as the room started to spin around me.

  He spoke not like an unleashed monster but like a shaky older man this time.

  “Tell me you like it, and how bad you want my throbbing fat cock up in your pretty tight ass.”

  “What”

  “Say, it or I will make you so fucking sorry!”

  “ok, ok…I... I…Like it, please fuck my ass.”

  “Louder!”

  “Please fuck my ass please, sir.”

  “You’re a dirty slut, say it.”

  “I’m a dirty slut, fuck me.”

  “Open your eyes and say it all.”

  “What are you doing?” the fuck head has his flaming phone out pointed at my twisted, ugly face while his cock is buried in my burning ass!

  “Do it now or I’ll...”

  “Fuck my ass; I’m a dirty slut, fuck it hard, just do it and go, please.”

  “Good girl I knew you’d love it.”

  “Please don’t, that’s enough you have it, I can’t take anymore…”

  Were the last words I spat out before he dropped his phone to the mattress beside my head and his massive hands gripped fiercely at my bruised hips, and he started pounding in and out of my body like a possessed human jackhammer. Knocking the air out of my lungs with each mighty oomph of his hips impacting against my bent over body.

  Each relentless jolting tear inside and scream outside was met with a chuckle from his evil mouth.

  I must be bleeding as the pain gave way to a crumpled life’s wish for the sweet nothingness of death.

  How long he bashed my body to the edge of the bed might have been minutes to an hour as everything faded in and out of a declining grasp on reality.

  When he grunted and mashed his shaking hips to mine, I could feel his jolts of mini explosions firing sickening sperm from his bouncing balls into my abused ass. It was the signal of the end to the sexual torture but the outcome of this horrendous night for me and my abused body was less than clear.

  Was he going to leave now that he had face fucked me, that he had tor
n my ass into traumatized pieces, that he had videotaped me on his stupid phone as a trophy or was this to be the end of my life?

  “Please, please just take it out now and leave, just go, I promise I won’t tell anyone ever.”

  He thrust in and out of my ass with his convulsing cock slowly subsiding in girth and forcing sperm from my battered hole to dribble down the insides of my sweating brutalized thighs.

  “Please, I haven’t seen your face, and I promise I will never tell, I swear to god, I do!”

  “Shh, just enjoy the feeling” whispered from his mouth between deep pants.

  I thought I had no tears left in my body, but I was wrong, my sobbing was uncontrollable as I was sure this was it, I was about to be knifed in my sweat-drenched bareback and murdered.

  Stabbed or cut, neither sounded painless or quick.

  Dirty and painful like this entire fucking fucked up thing. You’re a sick fucker, why didn’t I fight and die rather than surrender like a helpless little lamb and end up the same way?

  “I have a police scanner, access to your family’s cell phones, call anyone, tell anyone, and I will slit your baby brother's throat and send your butt fucking video to every one of your phone contacts, Cindy!”

  This monster knows my name, my brother, and what the hell else!

  “You know me? What?”

  “How do you think I knew you were home alone tonight for the first time? You should be more careful with pin codes, and what you share, it’s just not safe in this digital world of ours.”

  “Please what do you want?” spurted from my lips as my mind scrambled that - he wasn’t a burglar, or murderer, he was a stalker or someone that knew me, my family, something is so very wrong.

  “I want you to shower, take these bed sheets to the washing machine, clean up your dirty girl mess on these beautiful polished floorboards, now! Call the police Cindy, and you better hope they find your brother before I do, the choice is yours, princess.”

  His hands were pushing against my hips as he pulled his disgusting limp cock from my brutalized burning asshole.

  I didn’t want to see his face as he pulled up his pants and he grabbed the phone lying by my head.

  “Cindy you’re a good girl, better than most, and so much tighter, this doesn’t have to ruin your life it can make you stronger plus you know you enjoyed it a little bit, didn’t you? Every girl has a fantasy like this, remember If you ever see me again, you’ll be sorry or dead.”

  Without moving my bent over brutalized body, I had made up my mind right or wrong what I was going to do as soon as he left, and I heard the downstairs front door shut.

  “It didn’t happen; it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen, he knows me, it just didn’t happen!”

  Move, your alive, pain and…

  My poor bottom is bleeding and dribbling great globs of his wicked release from my ripped bowels, how would I describe him?

  White Caucasian male, six feet plus, muscular, a plain ring and… He didn’t have to do that or record it. Maybe that description covers over half the men in this neighborhood, most of my father’s friends that like hanging out in his shed talking about cars and some many others that fit that profile.

  Who was he, why? What are people going to think? What if he really sends that video out?

  Would people believe the wounded coerced pleads of mine for him to fuck my ass, who would do something so shockingly painful willingly?

  I can call mom she can be home in an hour and a half!

  Tell her what?

  Someone broke in; they didn’t take anything, I for some reason cornered and frightened upstairs hearing footsteps offered a masked intruder my mouth to fuck, thinking that would save my life. He made me throw up on myself, sodomized me and took a video while he coerced me to say vile, disgusting untrue things.

  Would my dad be listening ready to kill someone? Would he look at me differently and what about my brother? Everyone would be talking about the gutter talking slut on the internet clip if it were leaked before that cunt was arrested. How long would he get in jail if he was ever caught?

  He won’t be back; it never happened, it never happened. Peel your spew covered chest from the bedspread now and…what?

  Oh, fuck what am I going to do?

  Is he gone?

  I haven’t heard the downstairs doors open or close, have I?

  Why did this happen?

  I am careful about what I post online; I sent messages to friends, maybe he was somebodies father, a neighbor.

  Shower, shower, must shower,

  Don’t use the phone!

  What would I say?

  What will I say?

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  Do you ever wonder why such a huge percentage of attacks by strangers would ever go unreported in this enlightened modern day and age? Complete indescribable strangers, that have been inside you? That seem to know so much about you?

  The right thing might be to kick and scream, sit in the police station, the hospital and…

  While we can all shake our heads, living is so different to movies and books; I try to never judge the power within each of us that wants to survive above everything else.

  I don’t know what I would do but I’d want to survive.

  Bonus Book - GONE WRONG!

  “All girls do it, baby!”

  “No!” spat out of my pursed lips aggressively as my eyes tried to stop the tears instantly welling in them from falling.

  I should never have invited him over to watch Netflix when my parents weren’t home, what in the hell was I thinking letting things go this far so quickly?

  He is just so damn irresistible and totally handsome, with his muscular chest and every girl at school was so super jealous when they heard I was dating James Gravenhurst. A year older than all of us and already attending college and driving, why wouldn’t those spiteful bitches be envious?

  We didn’t even make it up the stairs to my king sized single bed before he had his strong arms wrapped around me stealing my very breath with a rocking passionate kiss. With his massive hand cradling the back of my head the steps we took as he moved me toward the formal living rooms white leather couch felt magical.

  My knees voluntarily spread in primal aching need as he placed me sitting on the couch and his warm fingers hooked into the elastic of my white cotton panties bringing them down to my knees and off my ankles. I couldn’t talk, and my eyes closed in trepidation as the damn overhead light was still on and nobody had ever seen my most private of places.

  Soft moans left my lips as his handsome face, and distinguished jaw with the faintest of unshaven stubble traced the edges of my shaking thighs until I could feel his tantalizing breath on my nearly hairless pussy.

  ‘We should wait’ was resting on the edge of my lips, but his sensual touch had me melting and wanting so much more of this carnal awakening to continue. I am eighteen, perhaps just eighteen by two weeks but maybe saving myself for marriage was as stupid an idea as my best friends Sally-Ann and Kylie believed – rushed on a rampant loop through my head with each delightfully scary flutter of my pounding heart captivated by his dominance.

  I opened my eyes as he lifted my shaking legs effortlessly over his shoulders pulling my clenched backside to the very edge of the couch. This kneeling god of a young man had me like an obedient ball of putty battling to breathe or think of anything with his grey Nike T-shirt already off exposing every inch of his chiseled six-pack. The muscles rippling over his glistening hairless chest made me gulp before his hungry grin and face delved down directly into my lap to kiss along my virginal untouched thighs.

  Making me give up all rational thought of taking things slowly.

  He teased my wet center bringing his intoxicating breath and slow, deliberate kisses so close to touching my craving ache before moving over my pubic mound and smooching a slippery trail of sensations upward. My hips were rising trying to force themselves to the new irresistible temptation.

  “Do
you want my tongue inside of you, honey?” growled reverberating over my super sensitive thighs.

  “Oh god, yes please” left my clenched lips without the need for conscious thought.

  “Will you do anything your told Cindy?”

  “Yes, anything” panted out between gulps for the oxygen my lungs begged for.

  “You’ve been a sexy little cock tease haven’t you making me wait these few weeks to get you alone, haven’t you?”