I feel violated

I am lying on my stomach, snug and warm under the duvet, in those indulgently lazy few moments between starting to wake up and actually having to open my eyes.

The mattress twitches as he moves next to me, rolling towards me, his mouth pressing close to my ear.

“What’s about to happen, I want you to pretend it’s not me.  Let your imagination carry you away – you’re asleep in bed, a stranger has entered your bedroom.  Do you understand?”

His words arouse me.  I feel a delicious awakening between my legs.  I start to purr in response, “Yes Sir.”  But before I can finish the words his left hand has wrapped around me and covered my mouth.

I go to cry out, “No”, but his hand just clamps tighter, muffling my protestations.  He shifts position, so he is on top of me.  He feels big and heavy against me, pinning me down against the bed.

“Spread your legs,” he growls at me.  I start to struggle beneath him, fighting to try and keep my legs closed, twisting my hips away from him.  He easily overpowers me, pressing his weight against my lower back to hold me still.  His knees forcing between my thighs, driving my legs apart.

A wave of helplessness and fear surges through me, yet I can feel my pussy getting wet.

His right hand snakes amongst our bodies and gropes between my legs.  “Little slut,” he breathes as two thick fingers push up inside me.  I feel violated.  I manage to pull my upper jaw free slightly and I bite down hard into the top of his hand.

He yelps and his hand pulls away.  “You bitch,” he snarls.  He brings his palm back down in a firm slap across my right cheek before covering my mouth again.  My face burns where his palm landed and I whimper as my eyes fill with tears.

His fingers slide back, almost entirely out of me, just the tips of his fingers holding my entrance open.  He shifts his hips and I feel the head of his cock against me.  Big and thick against my opening.

I mutter no repeatedly against his hand, my cheeks becoming wet with my tears.  I clench the muscles inside my pussy, desperate to stop him.  He starts to push into me, he can feel the resistance.  He hisses and curses me.

The hand over my mouth pulls me upwards, forcing my back to arch, pulling my upper body away from the bed.  He frees his other hand and uses it to grab at my breasts.  He is rough, mauling at my soft flesh.  His fingers find my nipple, they pinch tight around it and he starts to twist.  “Let me in you, you little whore.”

He bucks his hips and thrusts hard, forcing himself inside me.  I can feel the power of him bruising me as I try to resist.  My tight pussy made to stretch and accommodate him.  “That’s better,” he chuckles to himself.  The satisfaction, the confidence in his power over me evident in his tone.

His thrusts become more rhythmic, his cock sliding in and out of me over and over, using my body for his pleasure.  “Such a sweet little pussy to rape,” he breathes headily.  His words just reinforcing what he is doing to me.

My mind is lost in the scene – the fear, the hatred, the overwhelming arousal.

He leans down onto me, his chest against my back.  I can feel the trickles of sweat from his body.  His mouth is against my ear again.

“Imagine what would be worse than being raped like this.”  He pauses, letting his words sink in, letting panic rise in my mind. 

“The humiliation of being made to cum on your rapist’s cock.” 

I shake my head, wanting to convey to him that there is no chance of this happening.

He laughs and his right hand burrows underneath me.  His fingers move deftly to find the exact spot he wants and start to strum across my swollen clit.  I try to pull away, but his hips press down against mine, forcing me tighter against his fingers.  He rubs over and over against my most sensitive spot, his cock working in unison with long languid strokes in and out of me. 

I fight to control my body, to resist the sensations he is causing inside me.  I won’t give him this satisfaction.

His fingers move faster, his thrusts deeper.  I can feel the crescendo starting to build inside me.  I cry out against his hand, the frustration spilling from me.

He bucks again, every big, thick inch of him filling me completely.  My clit being driven wild with stimulation.  My whole body tenses and I scream as the waves of ecstasy overwhelm me and my juices squirt, coating his cock with my pleasure.

“You dirty little slut.”

He pulls his hand away and wipes it across my face, smearing my juices across my cheek.

“You bad bad girl.”

He adjusts his hand position.  His index fingers sliding into either side of my mouth, pulling at my mouth.  He knows I hate this fish hooked position.

I try to talk back to him, but I can’t form the words.  I drool onto his fingers.

He fucks me harder.

My whole body completely under his power.

His thick cock pummelling me again and again.

His breathing becoming faster.  His groans more animalistic.

“You filthy little whore.”

I feel his tension build and then he explodes inside me.  His cock jerking as he pumps ropes of thick cum into me.

And then his body goes slack and he moves off me slightly as he collapses onto the bed.

As the minutes pass his breathing steadies and he opens his eyes to look at me.  I smile and he strokes my hair affectionately.  “Did you enjoy that?” he asks.

I nod.  “Very much so,” I utter, blushing slightly at the naughtiness of it.

“Good girl.”

He kisses my cheek and then rolls away.  “Stay there, just as you are,” he admonishes.

I wait, impatiently wondering what I am waiting for.

Then he is back at the foot of the bed and I realise he is sliding a pair of knickers on to me.  He pulls them up my legs and into position.  He adjusts them so they sit perfectly and then gives me a playful swat on my knicker clad behind.

“Look at me.”  I look up, my eyes on his.

“You will keep these on, letting my cum seep out of you and onto them.  You will wear them all day, reminding you of how you were raped this morning.”

I let my gaze slide away at the humiliation of his words.

His fingers find my chin and tilt my head back up to look at him again.  “I will be inspecting you – and those knickers – when I get home tonight.  Is that clear young lady?”

I nod.  “Yes Sir.”

“And there will obviously be punishments if I smell even a hint of sexual juices on them.”

“But….,” I begin.

He just smirks, kisses my lips and wishes me a good day.